The QuietThis seems like a day where nothing can happen.I am in stasis,Trapped by the too still air.The wasps and cicadas are mere nutrients,Floating in the plasma like air.There is no wind to toss the tree topsInto their usual frenzied summer dance.The sound of dogs fighting seeps into my ears,Yammering as if they need to hold preemptive battlesTo decide who will side with the thunderSounding in the distance like pummeling hooves,The steed of a god of war.It is in days like this that I fear you could never learn to liveWith battle scarred eyesAnd a shrapnel filled heart.
Pompeii Version 2.0Let's forget the worldSign away our troubles and warm bedsLive beneath cold starsAnd apocalyptic dreamsDancing frenzied beneath the falling blanketSoft and magicalCoating us allWith the ashesOf decimation
Chemical ReactionThose caesium eyes are liesCyprium and aurum were always more your styleThe argentum and indigo were dreams and now discarded memoriesWe have burnt as brightly as tungstenAnd now
I can't.I don't know how to translate that passion you have beget in me to eloquence and meandering trails of chemical lights. All I know is sky-blue and quick-silver, shining dawns and shining water. You bring out the beauty, and I still see it a week after dancing between cirrus lace and rhythmic light playing in the waves. That is what is strangest of all.I have always cared for you, but seeing the beauty in these names that will probably never be of use to me
it is lasting without your voice explaining the functions and complexities, those atoms of God that line up, casting shadows that dance beneath their miniscule weight. And that is what is throwing me.How odd that your doubts and rage and fears prove within me that there is a reason, an existence, a beauty
We are getting oldI don't love the same man I used to. Remember when we met and I was dating him, and you were dating her, but we sang our duet anyways?We sing so rarely now. Perhaps that is because we have conversations; rants and rages that need to rise up sequentially and be put to rest in clumps and deflated bundles.I don't call you every day anymore. Mainly because I get these feelings you may not answer, but also because I've learned I can't make you my whole world.I never expected any of this. The way you smile and I instantly just want to run my fingers healing your frown lines. We used to be so little, so naive, those years ago. Nothing more than dawning dreams wrapped up in pea coats and lace cloaks. And now, just look at us.We are getting old.We are still so young.
Fairy TaleOnce upon a time...That is all we are anymoreYou closed the bookAnd I am beginning to think I am too oldFor fairy tales that can be picked up anytimeRe-read in glorious familiarityAnd exciting new passionsIn factIf nothing elseI have learned from the mercury screenThat lonely angels have no place on slower paths
RejectionI wonder if you realize it is coming?Rejection.Expelling you from our lives.Kicking you out of lunch table solidarity,And through sugar paned windows.Of all people you should know of stones and glass houses.You with your bad fashion,And even worse romances,And beyond belief crumbled friendships.Can you see how much you have hurt those I love?Then you should be ready.
No Way OutIt was finally just too muchAnd I snappedSevering 'friendships' in a fell swoopDisintegrating the phone calls and messagesAnd shattering the illusion once and for allBecause this summer I have learnedI may be shallowBut I don't have to deal with bullshit games of pretend
Kick in the headThese are the days when I kick my mind roundRolling it like the proverbial marblesAcross the floorChilling it in marble templesFrying it on the heat of asphaltSummer never means anything past the next weekThe next time to see friendsThe next paycheckBecause if there is one thing I have learnedIt is that I am shallowAnd that realization slams my mind into my skullCrushes it with soccer-cleat deadly aimThen tosses it into the airLetting the solid truths hit the dirtAnd the fantasies blow awayOn furnace blasts of wind
SacrificeIf the only thing I ever wantedWas to help you through hard timesAnd make you smile when tears seem most logicalTo give you my time and anything else I couldThen I don't think that you can laud my sacrificesBecause they were the most fulfilling moments of my life.