constipated

plugged up, unable to move,
painfully clogged, blocked if you will,
i strain and push like i got something to prove,
and nothing is shaken loose or dislodged still

lying liar

who is it that hides behind your mask of lies?
who’s integrity dies as you constantly find
another way to twist the truth, another tale
of made up proof of things that life never entailed?
when will you start to show the one’s you love
exactly who you are?
is there a limit to your deceit? exactly how far
will you drag a lie around?
do you recognize the truth anymore?
do you know where it’s found?

influenza

sloping aches reach past my perception of pain
and drain my mind of the simple ability to maintain,
drooping down into my chair i can feel it clawing within,
the flu sets in.

lusting

emanating from my core, wafting out of every pore,
pushing me to wanting more, lust overtakes my senses,
aching for a tasting, yearning in this burning,
desirous of the lush high lust, and only lust, can only bring to me

petra

sleek and slender, gently curved
just enough to unnerve
with her electric presence,
soft and supple,
god damn she’s fine.

i hate

reaching back into my big bag of tricks,
a bag equipped with stones and sticks,
i look around and scan to pick
the one word to hurt you
you fucking dick

quandary

another new twist on the road comes to play,
another new scenario to pick at and display,
a set of circumstances you couldn't convey
to yourself as possible, at least till today,
what to do?

high

flames reach into the darkened depths,
scorching a plume of flowers to death,
ash begets smoke which dances on breath,
head reaches heights unseen in past stances,
mental gymnastics occur as thought dances

breeze speak

feeling my way through, eyes wide open,
sensing the movement of the wind
as it pushes opportunity my way,
and sweeps me up in it's current,
this is what i'm living for.

the dragon

it's fierce image was carved into the skyline as i drove by,
curving outward from a rage i'd never seen,
bursting into my consciousness,
lifting higher into the sky, spreading it's black scaled wings,
scanning all the surrounding area to destroy, to pillage,
the dragon fly's again.

forging forgiving

there's a series of steps to this progression called life,
myriad paths to scan for signs of hope and strife,
countless decisions to make, endless actions to take,
love to bait, to forsake, and consciousness to wake,
i stand on a mountain of assumptions and experience,
looking out over my preferences, hoping i'm seeing clear in this,
knowing that i can't dwell on negative fluctuations
at least if i'm interested in improving my situation,
so pacing back and forth over actions of another
aint gonna help me for shit in forgiving my worldly brothers

another day

stretching up towards the sun and reaching for another lesson,
he crawls out of bed and makes his way for the pisser,
another day has dawned, but it still looks like yesterday.

friendly reminder

sometimes you toe a long road and find yourself where you started,
and other times you row and row just to find yourself departed
on another trip to discovery, on another mission of emotion,
when you find yourself floating into an abyss of commotion
that you would rather avoid, with sights you'd rather miss,
don't dismiss your experience, or scratch it off the list,
instead sift through remnants for clues of what to do
to live today better than yesterday,
to give yourself peace and the gift of play,
you deserve to be happy, you're deserving of the love
you're seeking, and if you don't find it i got a hug
just for you, so try to enjoy the view,
you never know what tomorrow will bring for you to do.

sight reading

fingerprints traced out across my skin
remind me of lighter times,
breath, hot and breezy, comforts my flesh on impact,
i sense emotion,
but i'm too caught up in this physical feeling to see it,
i taste passion,
but the overwhelming feeling of release is all consuming,
the end of the chapter nears,
and with its arrival i find new depth