A proclamation lies, un-penned
Within a shadowed corridor
Abandoned there, for lack of ink
Or, possibly, for lack of strength
And yet the truth has never dimmed
The arteries–the rushing blood
Can never cleanse the lasting mark
You own upon my crimson heart
And I, for this, so wish I knew
Some fitting language to assault
Or vessel to translate the pulse
Of all the things we hold in us

A proclamation lies, un-penned
Deserving light, but finding none
And I, for one, would like to write
The way I feel for you tonight
But since I cannot do so yet
I simply thought the evidence
Deserved to be remembered here
Until we learn to speak it clear
When life affords a better chance
These chambers with their hidden dams
Will burst apart–their secrets share
To show that you were always there


Kinetic Pantomime

We, in kinetic pantomime
Soaking rustic sunsets
Through dreamlike pores
Are evermore
And never were

We, in fused schisms
With effortless grace
Bequeathed by flames
Are tempered steel
And feather down

We, in double helix
Breathe rainbows into love
Like winter storms
Between despair
And open air

Stormy Eyes & Teary Skies

The forecast today
Calls for stormy eyes and teary skies
So let’s cast away
Into waters others left uncharted
For my best mistakes
I have photographs and faded laughs
We all have to pay
When the tide reclaims the brokenhearted

The sails are aimed against the breeze
Without a care for adverse weather
The gales we blame for our misdeeds
Lead us away from safer waters
If we should fail to make it home
And we are stranded here forever
We knew the crossing would be deep
But vowed the danger did not matter

The forecast today
Calls for jaded hearts and shooting stars
The uncertainty
Of a map without a destination
If all I can take
Is this treasure trove of buried love
Then I must believe
It was worth the worst of complications

The holds are emptied of their crates
An aftermath of bitter evenings
To stay afloat amidst the waves
Far from the shores we chose for leaving
I hold the course and challenge fate
Above the black abyss of sorrow
This weeping sky will wash away
The stains our stormy eyes have borrowed

Haptic Incantations

Furtive whispers pass like notes
An opus multifaceted
Performed on strings of skin and dreams
A minuet in aqueous
As danced across your gilded throat

Haptic incantations spoke
Enchantments on a willing form
The anthems rise behind your eyes
And up from darkened depths they float
Like melodies by passion wrote

Are You?

Aside from the rise and fall
Of breath I see no sign at all
That you are less than perfect
Even human like the dirt that I am
Aside from gentle beats
Of pulse I cannot force belief
That you could be so flawless
Lying here within my arms–in my hands

Are you real?
Because the colors of your cheek
The vivid semmetry
Of your every little curve
Makes me feel
That you must have been a dream
Or a fragile figurine
Not a mortal, but an angel
Are you real?


Wrap me in your cloak
Beneath the white of your caress
A welcomed blessing left upon me
From a vampire weather sky
Soft redemption on the colors
Muted out beneath your covers
We are winter wonderlovers
If you fall, then so will I

Overtake the sleepers
Unsuspecting in their beds
Pronounce a silent revolution
On the surface of our world
Bestow the gifts preserved in vapor
Like a cold and gentle savior
For obscuring our behavior
Under blankets where we curl

Firelight and frost
Can flirt obsessively on glass
Just out of reach of each the other
Like a pair of star-crossed dreams
And we can lie beneath the thinking
We are children bent for breaking
With our seasons ever changing
And these stains upon our wings

Take me in your arms
And sprinkle kisses in my hair
I taste the melted drops of summer
Stored and frozen on your lips
If there are better ways to cleanse us
If the shadows can’t defend us
Make us blank beneath your canvas
Keep us safe in all of this

Buried Alive

Trapped inside
Buried alive
Clawing the walls
That hold them below
Cries unheard
Muffled by earth

Cast aside
Sealed up to die
Living emotions
Words left unspoken
Fighting to breathe
Deep within me

Shut and nailed
Packed and sealed
Covered with reasons
Left out to freeze
Dropped in a coffin
To rot and to soften

I can hear them scream
Piercing the ground beneath my dreams
Dragging their nails across my belly
Writing the things they cannot tell me

I can feel them pound
Shaking the thoughts I can’t let out
Trying to break their borrowed tomb
Awaiting their turn to be exhumed