past/present

"past"

and there we were
reckless and all knowing
on the edge
of summer

the days passed
and so did we, sometimes
some of us came and went
and did it all over again
but that's how it goes

you remember the days, under the patio
the fires we made and the promises kept
we fade fast into the second winds
and remain ingrained in etched stone

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"present"

all the time gone by has left
us separate,
distant
from where we once stood.

the spring was meant for better things,
they say
i am worlds apart, and you are just as
distant from,
me.

our hopes remain as sincere as they
once were
this time we're stuck in a light storm
that blinds us.

our words always shake hands,
sometimes they mean it.

stages

"stages"

plates of food in front of us make
us gag at the prospect of health
the colors are vibrant, relentless
but we are far less interesting

weeping and fighting can do us no good
we are drowned in the petty, weightless
things. icicles form on your lips
and i am barely stirring a breeze.

charade

"charade"

pick the poison, and pour yourself a glass
these mistakes are just a part of the rest
each broken sound that hangs from your
lips and rises into my ears just makes me
linger on those nostalgic thoughts.

winter's passing hasn't done anything
to fuel a revival, this has never been where
i have wanted to start anew. i am blessed
with misfortune and i wait, and i will wait.
endlessly.


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"love maker"

clouds hover from my mouth and enter
through your lips
and there is little
i can do to change what has become
of you

the storms may end, the crosses might stand
still at the end of the night
but you still lie in regret
and i hold you in the deepest haven
of my heart

the rain might wash away the blood
but the scent of you lingers
concerns of what is have now become what was
certain alibis, are better left unsaid

settlers

"settlers"

breeze can enter your head and
tie all the lose ends together
even in the night.

there's a heart in the unknown
and it's calling, and inviting you
and i to join.

set fireflies free and clear your head
and hold your head high, slow your
heavy heart.

lay the past to rest and raise you hands,
let the winds and heat hold you tight.

feeble

"feeble"

rejoice, standing strong, still thundering onward.

but something in your eyes says "i don't know"

place your hands into

piles of leaves and, remember

this is your creation, this hollow bastion

a place where love can be sent on owl's wings.

we can speak or be spoken to

and

this is what we have left each other with

autumnal leaves and withering branches

that resemble the brown above your palms

or the grey that hid under your

eyes.

i wonder if you can see me, quietly hidden away.

fish hook

"fishhook"

the things you say with absence in mind
remind me of the horrors that the past
lovers had held close to them once upon a
time, time is all we have but nothing.
we can examine the simple things without detail,
often though, we claim to see.
the hope to fully understand is lost
in something as honest as a Texas sunset

my soul is an abacus.

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dreary eyes.

waste your time with me,
come down, down to the sea
i can wait with my hands at my sides
down deep into the sand and dirt
my fingers become extensions of my mortality
and seep into and out of the earthen glove,
they are roots, roots beneath ideals.

if you looked upon me now, there's nothing at all-
a face with blurred features
and cracked lips that serve as indentured servants do.
time has placed a price tag on me and
sold me to reckless abandonment.

come down, down to the sea
i can wait with my body curled up tight
frozen and eclipsed by time
thoughts cannot shift from synapse to synapse
without brushing a transgression.
my roots run deep.

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EDIT:

Dreary Eyes

Come down, down to the sea.
i can wait with my body

curled up tight, eclipsed
by time. Down deep in sand and dirt. Thoughts cannot shift from synapse to synapse without brushing

a transgression. If you looked

upon me now, my fingers

would run out of their earthen glove.

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edited and reworked by vince bauters.

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just a new piece before bed.
hopefully it is enjoyable.
also... feel free to post comments
whoever takes time to read this.

souls.

"souls"

each field of value retreats
into the spectrum and falls
happily into a world of lesser,
more jaundiced touch.

footsteps become slight
and weightless at this
point in time and space
is not even relevant to
the people we have yet
to become when the
sleeping sickness lets go
of our throats and leads
us along into death.

come around.

"october surprise"

honor is like the hawk,
sometimes it must go hooded.
the orange lights reminds me of the pumpkins
i used to carve. the silhouetted faces turn back
at me and nod. light begins to retake its straight arrow form
and that's when i feel it.

the soft glow. caress my pupils and the dilation makes my
heart beat
that much faster.

the sky is burning.
just like old times,
i dip my fingers in the cold water,
mortality, the venom embrace
the scent drifts into my nose,
it is followed by the smell of her neck
and the hair the that lies on her spine.

she says: "not now, i wanna fight fair."


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"whispers"


the night often wanders alone,
the day has left as soon as it feels unwanted.
"a dreary blanket" they say.

sometimes they speak too much.

curiosity paralleled in madness, each
stuttered word and faint heartbeat proves
my point. two clasped hands bound in plaster
our statue overlooks the ghosts we left,
near the ocean - we reside.

the night often speaks and the days pushes
its hands to its ears. it flees in silent submission.
"pieces of an antique wedding dress light the
sky" they said.

sometimes they speak too much.

the truth is that we can never
fall this far. the beauty and grace
is painted on alley walls
in broken bottle towns.
they only protagonist we can
agree on is hope.

sometimes they visit us near the sea,
carving out their names in the sand with
sad faces. though we are forever bound,
our dreams can set us free.

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years.

"handle"

she walks towards a ghost and

grips her fingers around a transparent screen,

a rush, an exciting carcinogen crush

exhale into the chemical night

amongst the human surplus she

is singular.

_______

"kicker"

smooth feathers trace the curves in your skin,

you're the kind of girl to click your heels when things get hard.

when i leave, you're still pecking at my shoulder- bloodletting.

you pass the doorway and i hide from your soft features. your hair

it frizzles under pressure like old wires on a breaker box. i am no

electrician.

_______

"monochrome"

a neutral body injected with iron, imagine

dark grey earth, somber antics. swollen skin.

aluminum pavement, the heels click to a

one-two, the cracks around her face break into

an organic pit. an awkward notion. and misplaced

words.

the baggy skin hangs from her face. poignant and disheartening,

her knuckles are pyramids without past or future. they caress my neck,

nothing seems to register.

she walks under hanging lights on the outskirts of plastic toy homes,

and i look over my shoulder. empty town. the face of love, but time often runs

out.

there is nothing after this.

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three new, separate pieces.

thought about doing something in continuity or to a structure, but i haven't decided on what yet. we'll see.