Silent Aria

Silent Aria

No simple poem could explain the saying your name

In a bed softly laid as I caress the hair on your head

No word phrase or couplet can sub let the crazy way I feel

When you steal a kiss from these lips it’s bliss and I know this is real

This is so simple, yet so full, you’re so cool, whatever lock was on my heart you had the tool

To break it, take it, and throw it away.

Open up my soul to a brand new day

What do I say to such a feeling inside that’s taking my heart on a roller coaster ride

I’m so happy, but I’m so scared

I’m such at peace, but yet so aware

That I’m terrified, yet electrified at the just sound of your name

It’s the same with only a touch, it’s too much

I’m falling faster every time

But now I’m finding a rhythm in this rhyme

And we’re taking each a line

To form a song heard silently sublime

You have your verse and I have mine

But we join together in chorus and sing out and I’m fine

With the speed at which I’m sinking deeper into the depths of your arms

I’m not alarmed at the charm you turn on when we’re alone

You don’t need music to sing me to sleep

No need counting sheep

Cuz this all flows together when we’re in my bed

And my chest carries the weight of your feather hair head

And I have my arms so tight around your back

And my tongue loses all form of taking your time tact

So I whispered I love you

But you can’t hear me you’re asleep

But I know in your dreams I saw my words seep

Cuz you let out a grin that was sweeter then sin

But also purer then light, it screamed and whispered in a silent aria

Hold me tight

The Ride

The Ride

It took a long while for my eyelids to close

I found a certain style for letting myself know

The day is over, one minute to midnight

You can’t see her, just concede your sight

Brains are stubborn when driven by the heart

Over ridden ass’s carrying soul’s burden’s in their cart

They become the most unreasonable of beasts

Pulling you awake gobbling tears as their treats

Go to sleep! I scream aloud in the calm

No, the brain remembers what I had in my palm

Such a soft hand feathered its way through

Then the brain remembers that night’s certain hue

It was blue

It took a short amount of time to finally dream

When your brain, your heart, your soul all work as a team

Dreams give no rest when the dream becomes real

Every sight, every sound, everything you can feel

Souls remind you of the burdens that you carry

Dragged in a cart laden beyond the point of merry

Clawing to the earth slowing and stalling the ride

They don’t yell, they whisper, everything you have inside

Go to sleep! I plead into the night

No, the soul grips at you squeezing you tight

Such a long road you have yourself ahead

Why don’t you dwell on her color instead?

It was red

It didn’t take any time to feel I was awake

I felt a certain pain that stabbed at me like a stake

It was the morning and the light hurt my eyes

My three fold team had been telling me lies

Hearts have a way of whipping the facts

Coachmen blindly driving ignoring the tracks

Faster and faster they speed up the cart

Until you yell to stop, where are you going you foolish heart

Go to sleep! I realize it’s too late

No, the heart crashes abruptly into fate

Didn’t it know which way or how to steer?

But then I ask, what was the color of my life before I arrived here?

It was clear

You colored me dear

You colored me

Sinking Waters

Sinking Waters

I drip my fingers into yours; a pebble ripples in a stream

I skim the surface of your skin; sinking deeper through a dream

I dive beneath your streams of hair; floating in a lake of smoke

I plunge into your flowing lips; inhaling the waters you spoke

Your body is the sea that encompasses me

Pulling me deeper through depths beneath

Into your neck my lips so softly seek

To inhale your breath and make home your cheek

And your lips those Sirens singing me on

Handle my body with only strength of song

A pause in the storm takes me to your gaze

A thousand clouds of rain behind your eyes stay

Ready to sweep me away with one flickered blink

Forever lost in your oceans I will forever sink

And to this ocean I will willingly give up

Air for water to breathe from your cup

Says the Poeartisician

Says the Poeartisician

Oh a poem, oh a poem,
Oh to write a poem.

Poetry one may say
Will bring the light of day.
Poetry we delight
Will bring the fear of night.
For if a poem be one line long,
Is still a thousand smiles strong.

But oh to write a song
Of which is only one bar long.
To say you be a singer
Would be completely wrong.
Go back to where you came
And crawl yourself in bed!
There are no lyric masterpieces
Stirring in your head.

But stranger still is to gloop
On barren canvas paint.
A one-lined “chicken coop”
Will make the people faint.
They’ll say what art is this!
You glor-us Art-Tee-Stic bliss.
Although you have no other skills,
Your cheek I’ll plant a kiss.

The moral of this story thus
Is not to make artistic fuss.
But revelation now will shine
And will be shown in two more lines:
I am a poet-
I did not even know it-
I like to rhyme-
I do it all the time-

So of this poem think you no more.
And try to understand.
That two lines can always turn to four.
When in a poets hand.

Mission Accomplished

Mission Accomplished

And that’s it

Now I’m gonna be completely honest with you

What a crock of shit

We’re all spoon fed as words

Spew out of your head

It don’t matter whether your tie is blue or red

When you’re standing on that podium

Force feeding Imodium

So we won’t pass the Sodium that soaks up your shit

Doesn’t matter if you’re Bush: white and half baked

Or Mr. BO: lost in that dicks wake

The bottom line is you’ve got nothing at stake

How many times Mr. Pres have you woke up in your bed

And wondered whether not your brother is shot dead

Was that in your speech, I missed what you said

What exactly are we trying to do with all this lead

Maybe you should stick your head out a humvee instead

And then maybe your little girl and pretty little wife

Can imagine what it might be like without you in their life

You think I’m being cruel but I don’t think you understand

Once and twice was bad enough but three times in the sand

It doesn’t really matter, while he’s running down bullets you’re getting fatter

Why not the next time you ship my bro home

You remember the bullets that bounced off of his dome

And you gave him a purple heart for the courage he’s shone

Let it be a golden ticket and damnit let the man be

Give him a pat on the back, a salute, and set the man free

Give him a desk or at least a permanent home

For god’s sake just leave our family alone

Self

Self

Alarm clock sounds and I’m bound to the round and round life of intellectual ground.
Eyes tired from waking and shaking off mistaking oceans of a so called love that’s faking.
Who am I when I rise with the sunrise to find my eyes surprised at my own blood on my hands?
Who am I when I rise with the sunrise to discover all the words of my father and mother buried beneath dunes of black sand?
Beaten back and forth from the wind this sin is taking over within
I lack the tact to undue this skin that covers my ever shrinking heart that sin pinned
Who was I when I started this game
Who was I when I stopped believing in shame
This is not the man I knew before that stood at the door and would rather die on the floor then let my hands destroy an ever so beautifully crafted hand made shore
NO MORE
Will I let my emotions take over and crush
NO MORE
Will I let my hands work with such blameful fevered rush
NO MORE
Will the ups and downs
Take my smile for an all around drowning of sorrow and pain
Take my shine for an all around pounding of deepening distain

I am a child of GOD
Formed from his hands till I grew to this making
I am a child of GOD
Saved by his blood with which one drop could send the world shaking

But again and again that alarm clock dings and I find no will in me to sing
Tongue so tangled by words said hypocritically filling and drilling my ears to the tune of a painfully familiar ring.

I am a man, crafted to be of such a failing sort
I am a man, drafted to the army of pleasure’s laughing retort

I come back to the point where I find the choice to voice my opinions against my inner minions who find it funny to taunt a spirit otherwise emotionally killed
I come back to the point where I seek the answer to this cancer that plagues my inner good willed ever joking banter of trials and tribulations of which this life is filled.
I once could find the humor in the tripping of our feet,
The slipping of word vomit revealing your heart for her never skips a beat
Beauty in everything
Beauty inside
Beauty in happiness
Beauty in cries

But falling into the routine of self gratification to fake unsatisfying elation
I saw nothing of what my former vision perceived and yet I was relieved to be free of the guilt that resided in me.
This was the process in which I became numb
An inner voice dwarfed by pain and so proceeded to become dumb

But hark did that voice hear
Angels in disguise presented themselves inside the celebration of a day that felt the sensation of Christ’s rising defeat of victorious temptation
Overcome with the promise of love’s fulfilling song
My pain subsided against the soft yet strong
Arms of a father who’s forgiveness stretched so long
That the fact that I do so wrong doesn’t mean a thing
And I stand amazed that to this heaven I belong
I stand amazed to the never changing fact that I
I
I the sick, I the sinner, I the shamed
Belong

No Shame

No Shame

It’s not a brand new day, hour, minute, second, or year

This is the dawning of an era filled with not an ounce of fear

What better place then to announce it right here

No shame

And I’m not throwing any blame

Or playing any games

I’m not naming any names

And stooping down low

Calling out wrongs and this that’s that the world didn’t know

I’m just gonna let this rhythm flow and go out of control

Taking me to places I’ve never been before

And I’m damn sure not gonna ride the fence

I’m gonna grab hold of this current all the way out of turbulence

Slow down, Sit back, Save face

No

The only word I’m hearing is

Go go go

Reving up my engines like a steel jet plane

And pumping clear thoughts in my once dry brain

The best part is I’m a 100% sane

Now that it’s quiet I can finally hear my voice

It’s composing a symphony every note of my choice

And these lyrics carry like wind

Etching out wings on my back under my skin

They push through muscle, cartilage, and bone

To form perfect shapes as if molten glass had just been blown

And even though they are fragile delicate and new

I feel them reaching heaven-ward thirsty for the blue

Open skies, open wide taking me further away

With my eyes shut and my mouth open although there’s nothing to say

I taste every cloud and I smell every rain

I’m cruising no strings on my own sky lane

Oh my god whoever said the phrase for the first time got it

When they realized that the skies the limit and never ever fought it

You heard of Icarus how he used wax to fly free

Well he ain’t got an ounce of shit on me.

Doubters so far below they can’t see

They’ve never seen anyone who’s gonna rock like me

Who’s gonna dream like me

Who’s gonna take the tour of the whole wide world

Pushing harder and faster till it all unfurls

And my name is carved in the book of life’s page

And I’ll never sit quiet in a cubical cage

Cuz right here right now

This is who I am up here on this stage