Monday, December 17, 2012

On the cusp

We dug foxholes until the blisters on our hands were no longer blisters
Our faces saturated with crude bitter earth
And blood
In record time our tombs complete
We stood above for a spell of eternity to admire the craftsmanship
I devoured the view with my eyes as I slowly fisted my sharred hands wringing with earth and blood
The smell of the coming storm swirled with the gusts of wind stealing my own breath momentarily
At that moment of swooping determination and accomplishment
I was one
I was of the earth
(Yet not in it)
I was the fucking center
Launching my steadfast gaze onto the expansive bruise colored distance
that wanted my defeat as a trophy
Not today.
And with a nod to the universe I lifted my feet from the cusp of certainty and surrendered my days to the warm arms of Gaia.
And the mortars of our enemies rang home all night
Lullabies for the ages
We writhed in our pits pulling the cold from the dirt as our bodies sunk to the core
Your face asking for how long
And my voice echoing the uncertainty
But somehow reassuring you
Not long....

Monday, May 28, 2012



7 guns,3 shots
Buried at sea
Your heart tied to my hands like a lucky charm
bound with loose ends and a schoolboy knot
the way my stomach seized up the day we met
and never returned like postcards to an old address




Monday, May 7, 2012

The Best Part of Having No Crime to Solve

 Author's note:Sometimes present feelings can only be summarized by past ramblings....

Stitched up to my addictions
and strung up to your kisses
like syringe dripped honey
shaken on my skin
embedded like ink
forever scanned and conquered
lay here with your head to my lap and rest
close those war torn eyes and hide from what you have seen
the mortars of infidelity are silenced
capped like vino
in catacombs not to be restored or stormed upon
undiscovered and unexposed
substances left and forgotten
you are safe to let these go
these hands are imprinted with your heart that they house now
Heismaned and sheltered from this day on
the elements of neglect and disregard
of frivolity and debauchery
will surely miss your vessel I am sure
as you step away
and open these doors before you
all the while your head upon my lap
cradled in a strength
bathed within these besos
I am there
broadcasting loud and clear
pen to paper
ear to the ground
but the tramples never come
they never come
we are left alone to pet the quiet of the night air together
stay here
this moment
leave this here
eyes closed
slumbered and lovely
to start tomorrow from the now
and not the then
and from this day on you rise and greet me with your lips
reassuring me that the rain in your veins has stopped pouring
and I am free to see
the smile that blooms from those lips
that contain your arsenal

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Siphon Fuel

"Hey what's your name?
Do you feel the same way too?
Siphon fuel don't make a sound
And most of all don't let me down
It comes as no surprise
We're destabilized
Lock eyes shared plan
No c.i.a. could understand
Defile define critique and salve
No c.i.a. no n.s.a.
No satellite could map our veins"

Funny how feelings seem to stay preserved....or mummified.whichever.
And they save you from pity.
The time between blinking eyes could be eternity
only to open with nanosecond views of the past.your face,your smile.

and then I am there.
That powder keg of potential energy that coursed in me when I was around you years ago.
It was there again.Like no time had passed.
It took every fiber to contain and maintain my composure.
I know it exists because as I write I can not put it into words.
The very title of my collection stems from moments with you.

"do you feel the same way I do?.."

It might have been because I lived simple without want.I remember laying my head down on my bedless floor and finding it difficult to erase the smile from my face.
Me and my storied history...
but it was the same to be there with you.
The comfort and combustion I found years ago still existed.
If ten more years pass before I see you,believe I will still smile the same before sleep takes me.
But I hope not.
Sometimes all we can hope for is that they ache for us like we ache for them.
This feeling is so few and far between in life or so it has been for me.
The intensity of your arms hugging me tight and keeping me from falling apart or combusting into the air and the fact that you had know idea that's what you were doing at the time.
This rejuvenation comes without ritual and circumstance that I have come to place such importance on.
It is just as it seems.
It comes as no surprise.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

What lips these lips have kissed and where and why...part one

Author's Note: I feel horrible about neglecting my blog.My cathartic bloodletting for the internet.My health issues and personal misguided decisions as of late derailed my train of thought and have pushed this to the side for awhile.But I need this outlet and promise to pursue it once again with the passion of a misguided decision maker.For now here is an entry from December 2007.I wrote this as a reflection of a best friend who has been a very strong presence this year helping me get through the difficulties of being ill.Enjoy and thank you all for the support.... #n2tha0back.

It was very long ago.
A love that grew out of resentment for those who trampled on our hearts
and she vowed no emotions for the new year
but she let one slip
and the union held steady
our union excellent and punk
our names synonymous the way I have chased ever since
and in our youth we lived out our scorched earth policy
I burning the bridges of my family as Nero serenaded me on mother's day
and her casting long shadows for me to bathe and sleep in
covering me with her future
yea we were a team.....
and then she took off her ring
she took it off
Toby Tyler...your table is ready......
but she had to
I couldn't hold her back...her future became so huge!
how can a tragic hero like myself compete
with the blow,the pills,the yak..the herb.
"I am just in it for the ride"
she said as her nails were as jaded as her words
see she was so precise with that nail file
and I imagined how precise she was while cutting lines with the same
vanity(and the same fingers and ragged nails)
she read like a book to me
she was cut from me
and when it was time to say goodbye and off to New York New York big city of dreams
this little piggy stayed home
and cried in the front seat of his hyundai
dried my eyes and drove off from in front of her house
knowing my world turned
but who was I to make her stay
13 years gone and I wouldn't have it any other way
my LOVE is capitol even more today
see its cosmic and mere humans cant touch it
jealous asses
we are without each other
each others arms and kisses and blah fuck blah
but to have this bond is what old codgers stay together for
hoping to wake up one day and look at the
person that slumbers beside them and realize
today is the day she will understand me

Monday, August 29, 2011

Sick All Summer

It's Dreary
Been sick all summer
Been sick all day.
This Vessel a shell
breaking down
Slower now.
It's silence and golden
Been Sick all summer

Sunday, June 5, 2011

End on End

If you thought that I didn't have a plan
then you never knew me at all
If you thought I was robbed of the ability to foreshadow
Then you highly underestimated me
If you thought that I didn't have a plan
then I don't know what you were thinking.

All this time.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures...

I have held my breath underwater
like everyone has I suppose
to see how long
you can hold your breath underwater
I have always been pretty good at it
but to me
the moment before you give
the moment you realize
you cannot take anymore
that your life at that very moment cannot function
without breath
that very last second that is laced with panic and determination
is so much more precious to me
than the first gasp you savor
after being underwater
this is me realizing
I need that air
I have gone without
and settled for muddled senses
long enough
I want to gasp
but for too long have loved the suspended silence
of holding my breath
Breath with me...

Thursday, February 3, 2011

You must know one thing....

Pining for those that hurt you the most
longing for those that cut you the worst
missing the ones that hit you the hardest
giving your heart to those that are heartless
does not sound healthy
actions that could make one sick
but reading the words on the page
rather than seeing them play out
sounds exactly like what I am doing as well

And I wish it was as easy as it seems
to turn and cut
but my feet are like quicksand
my heart is sullen
and my drive for who I was is nonexistent
truthfully my core shakes at the reality that is
I could not define love with a pistol in my mouth
it has eluded me
my core has eroded to desolate
my charm has housed the hue of patina copper
"and I cant find my way home..."

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

It's the little things....

Today can go as any other day
Pass it on the calendar like yesterday
but inside as the minutes pass
my smile glows bigger
my feet sink to the earth as an oak
the world can pass and not know what we whisper
in the middle of the staying
I promise they do not know
you say
that's just the sound of the page turning
the sound of your "I love you"
crushing my soul and claiming victory atop my ashes
and I can die for 1000 hours but I have never felt more alive
so this is a whisper
a thank you
an anniversary
a victory
a whisper I will never mention again
until next year.....

Ring the Alarm

"or you're sold to dying..."

You speak so sparing
yet my heart recognizes your articulations
I have trained my heart well
ready at a moments notice
for your unexpected throws
I resolve to share this blinding view
I would not settle for anything less than knowing how it ends
with my head on your chest and my ear to your heart and my breath
stolen by you
My body worn down and exhausted not even the heaviest of cavalries could
be summoned to ache me to my rest
this is what I hold in my hand
your bold beauty rings volumes
making words obsolete from sweet lips
and laying in your language I am warm and home