i embrace your death
with a mournful catching of breath
the razorwire net i lived above
...
Trudging through the despair of daylight
Fighting battles
Outside Midst...
Losing the war within himself
...
Walls and mosques
Tumble into piles of
Rubble and dust
Beside
...
Let me kiss your
Bellybutton
Nibble on your triceps
And kiss your elbows
...
The record keeps skipping
Maybe the vinyl has warped
And the
Tape Deck has been fussy of late
...
I want to pollute this world
With my shallow words
Eclipsing rather than shedding light words
...
If I had chalk
I would sketch a poem
If I had a canvas
I would paint a memory
...
I am past trying to mend
Picking up the broken pieces of self esteem
Off the broken ground
There they can rest
...
We all know it doesn’t take much
To blind a fool
That fool on the bench
The fools around the shops
...
the rope seems a lot shorter
from my new vantage point
it's getting harder
to maneuver
...
I am a very humble writer. I do not think of myself as a great writer. I have not ego whatsoever. I just write how I feel. I write about my experiences and instances I feel have changed my life.)
Oct.25 2007 12: 42 Am Pacific Standard Time
i embrace your death
with a mournful catching of breath
the razorwire net i lived above
knowing the fall would occur
wasn't there to ease or to soften
the stale old retreaded laughs
i cling to
seem to have run their course
their novelty and the simplistic charm
is now wearing thin
your hand always was
a soft touch in the wind
never a cement stone sharing the same glove
these lines are not rehearsed
they're not notes taken in class
words scribbled over pink streaks
from the god-side of the pencil
these are words from a low hung
short slice
yet
slow bleeding being
when read they might not make sense
but
if you had a friend
who died a mid-twenties death
drowned by a 'weighty paper'
you probably still wouldn't get it
so
for her...
i embrace your death
with a mourning sighing of breath
kiss