I'm not much one for reading poetry anymore, but I suppose I will post some of my older stuff.. Let's see...


Feel the Impossible

There ain't nothin' for free.
Not your love, either.
Not your smile.
Not my fake face.
Not your sad heart.
Not my helplessness...
You say you hate
feeling weak, feeling bound,
feeling the impossible...
But I see that your own disbelief
in the world will hold me back..
You are a magician! You
are oh so powerful...
You should never for a second
feel weak.. feel
helpless,
useless,
strengthless..
You could never, ever think that,
I am assured.. because
only a powerful man..
could take the power from me...
and make me...
feel the impossible.
You make me feel weak,
helpless,
useless...
So never say you can't do anything you want...
Because you take away my world...
You could crush my soul..
and you do make me
feel the impossible...

Considering This

When blood is considered..
streaming down a freshly turned patch
of rosy pink earth...
Blooming from its gentle reserve
beneath the peachy ground...
A rose without thorns...
because the thorn was planted
to reveal the budding red..
When this is considered,
so ripe and refreshing and beautiful..
So eye catching,
so thought wrenching..
blazing with heat,
with passion,
with attention,
with a beastly sort of pride..
It makes the senses pound
to know that stream,
to realize as the eye follows
its quick and heady
glinting river..
That the precious earth was removed
for the simple purpose of its release..
That pain had to be felt
for this beautiful,
useful,
lifeful display to take place.
And then,
when that is considered..
When blood is considered..
When this is considered..
It all becomes worth it

Snow is Gone


I loved you when the winter came,
cold and resolute..
We bedded in the snow..
are bodies rolling,
passions never cooled by the ice..
I loved you then, and you me..
we made haste in the way of children,
fast and heady and without care..
We lost ourselves in us..
Spring came, and summer still.
Warmth that cooled the fire...
The fires built for winter..
Synthesized air came on,
icing over our skin unlike
the intangible cold of winter..
There was no us then..
Only you..
Only me..
The snow is gone..
And so are we..

very nice,welcome to our second home