day of abbas

a day of pattern, all seams
strained in the waters of confusion.
forced smiles and ties to a celebration
of an easy gift. a donation of
breath but no guides for lives
from the first fall. appearances
as well as traction on glass. sitting
beside the phone, contemplating a call. two
won but all lost numbers are a
commodity unknown. days that fit
in hand, with one loss of a man.
the last day of grievance to a
thought, an idea, a plan.

perfect fit

what is a perfect fit?

two soul-cases tangled together tightly?

personalities wrapped around each other slightly?

finishing the rest of words already started?

heart ache with somberness departed?

minds race with a glance....a view?

does a perfect fit mean you?

Offerings

Sacrifices to the One
The relinquishing of the Dearest
My words to you are Fearless

Crash to lie atop the Alter
The sun is sinking why even Bother
Night is the ruler of Souls

Bold are those that Burn
Ashes in ashes make a Haze
One solemn cloud on a sunny Day

Start to finish it's made the Proud
Bright coals scatter the Ground
What was once..... is now Gone

almost

your tongue stings as it passes over the cut,
the familiar pain of your words i love so much.
lashing hard; starting to break skin,
a perfect representation of the turmoil i'm in.
bringing up the things i thought once done,
now objects are flying and we've just begun.
we go round and round the bedroom:
blood, sweat, and tears,
this isn't a home,
hasn't been in years.
it's all about you, it always has been.
you wanted a song,
i couldn't give it to you then.
so here it is now; a dedication to the end.
a finale to the finish, the last nail in the pine,
my eyes closed so long, i almost was blind.

i'm writing to you in hour i yearn the most. no way to hear, see, or shout out to you. it's been a while since i've heard the odyssey that is your voice. i call out at you; you can't hear me. i reach out to touch you; you can't feel me. an emptiness in my stomach creeps up. i try to fight it away...lives thrown in the air, shuffled about; no idea where they'll land. this lump in my throat won't go away. to detach myself from what i've only known is to lose a bit of who i am. i feel that the piece gone is only one of many i've dropped along the way. in this i find comfort: knowing i've done this before. a piece of me is left everywhere i go. it doesn't hurt much anymore. the pain has lost the sting; the feeling remains the same...the emptiness comes around again and i miss you...

low and under the weather, sleeping in the damp cold, doing whatever it takes to keep going. my rope is getting close to its end. the fear in the back of my mind is ever increasing: the shadow is starting to engulf my hope. i truly do not know how long i can go on like this. if there ever was a time for a miracle, or a savior, it's now. i pray in my head to someone i hope hears me, but i feel like i'm just talking to myself. something's gotta give soon or i'll have to hang it up. I don't want them to be right all along....

I see you: Cause you won't get out of my way
I hear you: Cause you won't quit screaming my name
I feel you: Cause you won't stop touching my skin
I need you: They're coming to take you away
-away-breaking benjamin-