a muggle's heartery

keyed in the dark. i hope it finds you.


found fire. found flood.
found feet fickle,
the mud -
the blood it seeks.
if shoes sink in, the puddle's deep.
this muggle's weak - no life in spells.
no wife, no child, no kiss&Tell.
no, wha1e's not hell - he finds it dull.
he's nailed it deep into his skull.
there is no pull without the shove -
there is no fool without lost love.
there is no pool without it's walls -
without them, they're just waterfalls.
if water fell, landing in the dirt -
green life would emerge to defend it's worth.
defending earth - not an artery..
besides, hearts always bothered me..
besides, art's always part of me.
inside, art grows from tragedy.
tragically....stemming from a tree -
whose roots had flowered away from me..
believe it - true poetree.

'rendez-vouz'

written in '03. i thought this was the most amazing thing ever when i wrote it. it meant the world to me then, though i suppose it still does. i couldn't write like this anymore if i tried. it's very...direct. here:

'rendez-vous'

a faerie-tale.

tired and aggravated, my first thought was to leave
choking on my singularity, until i decided to breathe
i may be a heathen, but i know when to stop trying...
...that was a fact until i saw an angel crying
she wasn't flying, in fact, she stood by the punch
figured she was too good for me, but selfishly, i craved her touch
i knew as much, about love, as i had ever known before
and i knew i needed her, but my anxious anchor held me down to the floor

was ready to push off of the shore, and sail into the sunset
that's when i heard a voice, beckoning, "please, don't leave just
yet"
turning, i saw her face and bashfully asked her what she was about
she laughed at the blunt question, and said she just needed to get out
she put her arm through mine, and we walked down to the street
she said she had seen me watching her, i blushed, and stared down at my
feet
"i get tired too..."
"..i don't know what you mean.."
"i'm just like you, i grow weary of the vain night scene"

i felt my skin sting, as i watched her form the thoughts
"i just wish there was some big moutain that we could climb
atop"
"whether or not you mean that, i think i know of a place"
she said i was very sweet and planted a kiss softly on my face
which grew into hope, which grew into a surreal expression
she thought i looked ridiculous, laughed, and asked if that was my
intention
my pending pension and i reached the edge of an alcove
our noiseless splendor was finally interupted by a couple of loud crows

we sat and spoke of all our woes as time went by
eventually, i asked her why she had been crying
she got teary-eyed again, which i didn't mean to do
"there's no real compassion, and most people don't have a clue"
"i know, everyone's got their minds wrapped up in what doesn't matter-
-who has the biggest and best in a world where ego's will surely
shatter..
...and i'm not trying to flatter, but you have the most beautiful skin
ever"
gently, i traced her cheekbone with my finger, as she said,
"clever"

and i'll remember this next part forever: there in the park,
my heart was jump-started and was more than ready to embark
even in the dark, her glow was more radiant than a thousand burning
crosses
burning in memory of those who'd suffered emotional losses
i pushed her hair aside, as i stared down at her lips
"you're far too lovely, a divine angel, please tell me you DO exist"
she pushed me over as she laughed, her cheeks turning red
"silly boy", said she, as her fingers moved up the back of my
head

could've been dead, i wouldn't have known
it's funny how life intesify's the things we're shown
at the pinnacle of excitement, we leaned forward to meet
and though our lips touched, i could feel it down to my feet
in a clutch i've never clutched before, i held her there
this post-modern girl held her thought-inflicted stare
both obsessed with the other's mind, with no worry of harm
-at that realization she settled into my arms-

i knew it was forever, our aura emanated a compassionate connection
thrown together because of love's misconception
there was no misdirection, no, i never miss
the life restored to my death....from just one kiss..
"i will love you always, and with the brightest of flames"
"this kiss, our heart's promise,....i'm wesley, what's your name?"

--

a cat

of course it's suitable - the fruit of a new tree
of course it makes sense for senseless to be
anything,
hardly anything reads
the way minds word things when no one can read.

it's fruit from a tree that spent yesterday barren.
it's fair. it's anything, if anythings speaks
a lullaby's empty if the lullaby drinks.
and a sonnet is stable, if it's written from memory.
remember: we stood there. there's proof in sedimentary.

truth be told

t'is shit, i know. regardless, this is my 5 minute keyboard-vomit of the day.


It's an indecision, I swear it's revision.
I know every single standard and every single prison.
It's the rhythm in the silence in the middle of defiance.
I know, I made riddles of your science. Forced blindness.

Provacative with the tongue, but too broke to be real fun.
Too broken now, in song. So long, my dear, so long.
So short, the spoken song. It lived and died, but wasn't wrong.
It lived to die; what wasn't wrong? It felt like dying..now it's done.
It gave to give and spoke to speek. It couldn't sing with tongue in cheek.
It couldn't bring true glee and bliss. Hope spoken from two broken lips.
Hope drawn out from the source, a gift. Acknowledgment is what it missed.

I found the song,
the verse,
the bars.
She's missing though, she's in the stars.
By stars I mean infinite sand. An affinity of unstable land.
An affinity of androgyny. Pardon me, The epitome of neurology..
..the nervous system always bothered me.

I found her feet; they found hers. I closed my eyes, became the birds. Became the sea they soar across, until I'd lost that Pentecost. That 5th great day struck me as the lonliest hour. A feast? but what to devour? A throne? yes, but who sits alone? A gluttonous chewing and then throwing of bones.

The ocean came and spoke real soft, "What will we do about that cough?"
It's just a moth I ate for fun...
...to ensure that I'm the living one.

The rivers came and bade of me, "Please let her go....don't you see?"
The moth? The girl? The sinking sand? The tides that sweep across the land? The land I rule, that no one seeks? The tongue that still sits stuck in cheek? It all seems weak. It all seems trite. Contrived as the enlightenment we swore was life.

A puddle reaches my toes,
and,
sings me my song.

Befuddled, I reach down and push it along.