tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23604379409407688062024-03-12T23:40:59.774-05:00Critique and Salve me Baby.....n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-31865439262562108612012-12-17T04:13:00.000-06:002012-12-17T04:13:02.086-06:00On the cuspWe dug foxholes until the blisters on our hands were no longer blisters<br />
Our faces saturated with crude bitter earth <br />
And blood<br />
In record time our tombs complete<br />
We stood above for a spell of eternity to admire the craftsmanship<br />
I devoured the view with my eyes as I slowly fisted my sharred hands wringing with earth and blood<br />
The smell of the coming storm swirled with the gusts of wind stealing my own breath momentarily<br />
At that moment of swooping determination and accomplishment<br />
I was one<br />
I was of the earth<br />
(Yet not in it)<br />
I was the fucking center<br />
Launching my steadfast gaze onto the expansive bruise colored distance<br />
that wanted my defeat as a trophy<br />
Not today.no.not today.<br />
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.<br />
And the mortars of our enemies rang home all night<br />
Lullabies for the ages<br />
We writhed in our pits pulling the cold from the dirt as our bodies sunk to the core<br />
Your face asking for how long<br />
And my voice echoing the uncertainty<br />
But somehow reassuring you<br />
Not long....n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-4121144718377431312012-05-28T20:32:00.001-05:002012-05-28T20:32:21.628-05:00Salute<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Salute</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">7 guns,3 shots</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Buried at sea</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Your heart tied to my hands like a lucky charm</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">bound with loose ends and a schoolboy knot</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">the way my stomach seized up the day we met</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">and never returned like postcards to an old address</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-20708234096780969462011-12-27T23:12:00.006-06:002011-12-27T23:44:50.097-06:00Siphon Fuel<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >"Hey what's your name?</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >Do you feel the same way too?</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >Siphon fuel don't make a sound</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >And most of all don't let me down</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >It comes as no surprise</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >We're destabilized</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >Lock eyes shared plan</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >No c.i.a. could understand</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >Defile define critique and salve</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >No c.i.a. no n.s.a.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >No satellite could map our veins"</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >Funny how feelings seem to stay preserved....or mummified.whichever.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">And they save you from pity.<br />The time between blinking eyes could be eternity<br />only to open with nanosecond views of the past.your face,your smile.<br /><br />and then I am there.<br />That powder keg of potential energy that coursed in me when I was around you years ago.<br />It was there again.Like no time had passed.<br />It took every fiber to contain and maintain my composure.<br />I know it exists because as I write I can not put it into words.<br />The very title of my collection stems from moments with you.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >"do you feel the same way I do?.."</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />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.<br />Me and my storied history...<br />but it was the same to be there with you.<br />No.Time.Had.Passed.<br />The comfort and combustion I found years ago still existed.<br />If ten more years pass before I see you,believe I will still smile the same before sleep takes me.<br />But I hope not.<br />Hope.<br />Sometimes all we can hope for is that they ache for us like we ache for them.<br />This feeling is so few and far between in life or so it has been for me.<br />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.<br />This rejuvenation comes without ritual and circumstance that I have come to place such importance on.<br />It is just as it seems.<br />Calm.<br />It comes as no surprise.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-13206383338848607152011-12-06T00:38:00.004-06:002011-12-27T23:43:54.273-06:00What lips these lips have kissed and where and why...part one<h3 class="post-title entry-title"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Author's Note:</span></span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">I feel horrible about neglecting my blog.My cathartic bloodletting for the internet.My health issues</span></span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">and personal misguided</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">decisions as of late</span></span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">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</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> this year helping me get through the difficulties of being ill.Enjoy and thank you all for the support.... #n2tha0back.</span></span></span><br /></h3> <div class="post-header"> </div> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">It was very long ago.<br />A love that grew out of resentment for those who trampled on our hearts<br />and she vowed no emotions for the new year<br />but she let one slip<br />and the union held steady<br />our union excellent and punk<br />our names synonymous the way I have chased ever since<br />and in our youth we lived out our scorched earth policy<br />I burning the bridges of my family as Nero serenaded me on mother's day<br />and her casting long shadows for me to bathe and sleep in<br />covering me with her future<br />yea we were a team.....<br />and then she took off her ring<br />she took it off<br />Toby Tyler...your table is ready......<br />but she had to<br />I couldn't hold her back...her future became so huge!<br />how can a tragic hero like myself compete<br />with <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">the blow,the pills,the yak..the herb.</span><br />"I am just in it for the ride"<br />she said as her nails were as jaded as her words<br />see she was so precise with that nail file<br />and I imagined how precise she was while cutting lines with the same<br />vanity(and the same fingers and ragged nails)<br />she read like a book to me<br />she was cut from me<br />and when it was time to say goodbye and off to <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">New York New York big city of dreams</span><br />this little piggy stayed home<br />and cried in the front seat of his hyundai<br />dried my eyes and drove off from in front of her house<br />knowing my world turned<br />but who was I to make her stay<br />13 years gone and I wouldn't have it any other way<br />my LOVE is capitol even more today<br />see its cosmic and mere humans cant touch it<br />jealous asses<br />we are without each other<br />each others arms and kisses and blah fuck blah<br />but to have this bond is what old codgers stay together for<br />hoping to wake up one day and look at the<br />person that slumbers beside them and realize<br />today is the day she will understand me<br /></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-90811761404687748712011-08-29T01:15:00.002-05:002011-08-29T01:17:46.885-05:00Sick All Summer<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's Dreary
<br />Hot
<br />Uncomfortable
<br />Been sick all summer
<br />Been sick all day.
<br />This Vessel a shell
<br />breaking down
<br />Slower now.
<br />It's silence and golden
<br />Been Sick all summer
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color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"and I cant find my way home..."</span><br /><br /></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-21126457214018437292010-11-23T19:46:00.002-06:002010-11-23T20:01:56.349-06:00It's the little things....<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br />Today can go as any other day<br />Pass it on the calendar like yesterday<br />but inside as the minutes pass<br />my smile glows bigger<br />my feet sink to the earth as an oak<br />the world can pass and not know what we whisper<br />in the middle of the staying<br />I promise they do not know<br />shhhh....<br />you say<br />that's just the sound of the page turning<br />the sound of your "I love you"<br />crushing my soul and claiming victory atop my ashes<br />and I can die for 1000 hours but I have never felt more alive<br />so this is a whisper<br />a thank you<br />an anniversary<br />a victory<br />shhhh....<br />a whisper I will never mention again<br />until next year.....<br /><br /></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-33933127405864053262010-11-23T19:16:00.003-06:002011-09-26T22:37:51.647-05:00Ring the Alarm<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">"or you're sold to dying..."</span><br /><br /><br />You speak so sparing<br />yet my heart recognizes your articulations<br />I have trained my heart well<br />ready at a moments notice<br />for your unexpected throws<br />I resolve to share this blinding view<br />I would not settle for anything less than knowing how it ends<br />with my head on your chest and my ear to your heart and my breath<br />stolen by you<br />My body worn down and exhausted not even the heaviest of cavalries could<br />be summoned to ache me to my rest<br />this is what I hold in my hand<br />your bold beauty rings volumes<br />making words obsolete from sweet lips<br />and laying in your language I am warm and home<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-31499592129106398442010-11-09T22:00:00.002-06:002010-11-09T22:04:04.974-06:00Blow the dust off and marvel...<h3 class="post-title entry-title"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I wrote this quite some time ago and just tonight I read it again.If it is possible to be jealous of myself, I am. I long to write this way again. I can not find my truth. I am not covered with it anymore. I wonder if it is all drained out of me. I hope not. Let this fog lift.....until then enjoy as I do..this kid used to be good...</span><br /></span></h3><br /><br /><h3 class="post-title entry-title">What lips these lips have kissed and where and why...part one </h3> <div class="post-header"> </div> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">It was very long ago.<br />A love that grew out of resentment for those who trampled on our hearts<br />and she vowed no emotions for the new year<br />but she let one slip<br />and the union held steady<br />our union excellent and punk<br />our names synonymous the way I have chased ever since<br />and in our youth we lived out our scorched earth policy<br />I burning the bridges of my family as Nero serenaded me on mother's day<br />and her casting long shadows for me to bathe and sleep in<br />covering me with her future<br />yea we were a team.....<br />and then she took off her ring<br />she took it off<br />Toby Tyler...your table is ready......<br />but she had to<br />I couldn't hold her back...her future became so huge!<br />how can a tragic hero like myself compete<br />with <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">the blow,the pills,the yak..the herb.</span><br />"I am just in it for the ride"<br />she said as her nails were as jaded as her words<br />see she was so precise with that nail file<br />and I imagined how precise she was while cutting lines with the same<br />vanity(and the same fingers and ragged nails)<br />she read like a book to me<br />she was cut from me<br />and when it was time to say goodbye and off to <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">New York New York big city of dreams</span><br />this little piggy stayed home<br />and cried in the front seat of his hyundai<br />dried my eyes and drove off from in front of her house<br />knowing my world turned<br />but who was I to make her stay<br />13 years gone and I wouldn't have it any other way<br />my LOVE is capitol even more today<br />see its cosmic and mere humans cant touch it<br />jealous asses<br />we are without each other<br />each others arms and kisses and blah fuck blah<br />but to have this bond is what old codgers stay together for<br />hoping to wake up one day and look at the<br />person that slumbers beside them and realize<br />today is the day she will understand me</span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-21931961151485948772010-10-08T00:56:00.002-05:002010-10-08T01:03:33.227-05:00Give it to those who really love you<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Give it to those who really love you<br />What sets you alive<br />Fires set off and burned for purpose<br />Touches full and static-like<br />Only for those who hold you high<br />They outnumber those you think you love more<br />Pry your eyes open and they are still standing there<br />Behind the ones you wished were genuine<br />Give it to those who really love you<br />Wasting it on those who do not<br />Bleeds you dry till death<br /><br /></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-46290133484717704962010-08-01T03:05:00.004-05:002010-08-02T21:25:49.355-05:00Building<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Imagine what I could do.....if you were completely mine...after the storm.When you would be completely mine.......</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">close those eyes that see in the dark</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and imagine.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Suddenly the sound of spinning wheels moving in place yet never going anywhere is not so comforting.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ask them......Ask them all......it could have been real....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">better yet....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ASK THE NEXT.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Little by little, your gonna hear me cry.Hear me crying why......"</span><br /></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-47713105847910774132010-06-08T21:34:00.003-05:002011-12-27T23:48:51.825-06:00reclaiming the title<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Do you wanna see me lay down<br />cuz I can lay down<br />down you wanna see me break down<br />cuz I can break down<br />You'd rather hear me say I'm sorry<br />cuz I cou ld say I'm sorry<br />And I could say that I feel ok<br />yea I feel alright<br /><br />but that wont make it right<br /><br />and it feels like ive never been home<br />i can reach but i'll never get home<br />and my feet never hit the floor<br />like your key slipping in the door<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-89206625947301951612010-01-20T22:38:00.002-06:002010-01-20T22:44:28.073-06:00it's so cold in this house<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">"open mouth swallowing us..."</span><br />as it always has been I suppose...after it is said and done.All thats left is cold.<br />Stripped bare and left needling away at past possibilities.<br />With fingers that are chilled to the marrow.<br />I could not even point you the way home if you were standing next to me.<br />I do not know the road<br />I do not know the way<br />I just know it is cold<br />bare<br />familiar yet faint<br />no comfort<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">"and I can't find my way home"</span><br />because this is not home<br /></span></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-37560763332259330872009-12-31T23:27:00.002-06:002009-12-31T23:34:42.210-06:00As I lay my head on your chest REPOST from 1/9/09<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I wrote this almost a year ago...I believe it still holds true or I would like to believe it does...</span><br /><br /><br />This year I shall prove to be impervious and invincible<br />against the odds of years past<br />see<br />see they tried baby<br />they tried to toss the dirt on my head and lament<br />the passing of my sanity<br />but here I stand to prove them wrong<br />to prove them they were assholes<br /><br />This year my words will not get tangled with tongues like swords<br />I strike precise and evident<br />as well I should<br />see baby<br />see I deserve this<br />this smile that is pressed on my lips<br />I have earned<br />trogging through these swamps of ash<br />for years and years<br />only to find my heart swaddled in your arms<br />I deserve this<br />This year I assemble the army of ghosts to fight the impending doom<br />and to feast at the banquet of victory<br />see baby<br />see I have secured my spot at that table<br />respectively<br />through the fog and haze I have battled my way here<br />to stand deserving by a soul so beautiful and intriguing<br />that my head swims with thoughts of tomorrow with you<br />my bride<br />see baby<br />this is the year<br />closer to the quickening<br />as we have waited in years past for truth<br />and change<br />and flights with the Pleiadians<br />shaking grey hands and toasting hoaxes<br />see baby<br />see I believe in truths and step every foothold like<br />it will be there forever<br />because it will and is<br />and to remain unsaturated from substances<br />makes this year a first<br />strength falls on my back as a welcomed ally<br />we all identify what we need<br />in a time of need<br />so save the dirt for loneliness and depression<br />it was a lovely service<br />after all<br /><br />and years and years down<br />we will clink our glasses with grey hands to celebrate<br />this year of firsts<br />my vision tunnels and focuses as yours does<br />in synchronicity<br />as we are one<br />you see baby?<br />we deserve this year<br />your hand in mine<br />passing through these landmines<br />unscathed and unbowed<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"loving every second of it...."</span></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-54271113979350920032009-12-31T20:42:00.002-06:002009-12-31T21:22:18.601-06:00We are next<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tomorrows have always whispered in my ear like a playful lover inviting me to make out with them.<br />I am so hesitant to take that hand that stretches towards my heart and be lead to that place.<br />But I always do.Whether it is to find myself blissfully ripped open or left for dead...I still go forth.<br />And on to futures that promise of babies breaths and miraculous disasters I have come to accept that which peppers it's way into my head.<br />It's love and it is solid but cold nonetheless.<br />We huddle close in the storm only to separate our vessels come morning.<br />But we had nightfall didn't we?<br />We had it by the guts<br />and we flew over rooftops and lit fireworks for the world to taste our victory on our war torn lips.<br />All the while building our next step with the same brick we built our last leaving us nowhere to stand in the present.<br />You handed me a tomorrow like a note passed in class<br />folded neatly like a fallen soldiers graveside flag.<br />And I took it,embraced it and made love to it like conception was the only option.<br />So tonight I can stand and look back with grateful eyes and bow my head to your wishes like what else is love supposed to do<br />But wait for another tomorrow that will come from the same place as the ones that made me smile and kept me perched.<br />Watchful and wanting of all things to come.Whatever that may be....<br /></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-4591903135382337272009-10-13T14:40:00.002-05:002009-10-13T14:51:24.661-05:00I find myself at the point where we kissed...first<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">My heart would tell you I am lying when I tell you I believe we are doing the right thing .<br />It weighs heavy these days.<br />It is full of clutter.<br />I could not pick it out of a line up of thieves.<br />These memories are on a permanent loop<br />Playing on the back of my eyelids<br />It was not all for nothing, solace<br />You cannot take our yesterdays and erase them<br />They are soaked in ether and will tear you up<br />They are testimonies...<br /><br /><br /></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-47222988657150620292009-09-23T00:49:00.003-05:002009-09-27T19:31:13.897-05:00Presence<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Forging ahead....<br />I wear the sun's impressions in my face<br />like walking into an inferno<br />and walking right out of it<br />I always walk out of it<br />burnt and scarred and coursed<br />but I LOVE it<br />it is what I am best at<br />this summer's sun beat down and burnt my walls<br />and now to forge ahead in muddy bloody footprints<br />from the voyages of season past<br />my hand in my quiver with one arrow left to soar<br />searching for my trajectory<br />Forging ahead into Autumn<br /><br /></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-155894869475341502009-06-18T00:35:00.005-05:002009-06-18T02:47:04.257-05:00The best part of having no crime to solve<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Stitched up to my addictions<br />and strung up to your kisses<br />like syringe dripped honey<br />shaken on my skin<br />embedded like ink<br />forever scanned and conquered<br />like<br />lay here with your head to my lap and rest<br />close those war torn eyes and hide from what you have seen<br />the mortars of infidelity are silenced<br />capped like vino<br />in catacombs not to be restored or stormed upon<br />undiscovered and unexposed<br />substances left and forgotten<br />you are safe to let these go<br />these hands are imprinted with your heart that they house now<br />Heismaned and sheltered from this day on<br />the elements of neglect and disregard<br />of frivolity and debauchery<br />will surely miss your vessel I am sure<br />as you step away<br />and open these doors before you<br />all the while your head upon my lap<br />cradled in a strength<br />bathed within these besos<br />I am there<br />broadcasting loud and clear<br />pen to paper<br />ear to the ground<br />but the tramples never come<br />they never come<br />we are left alone to pet the quiet of the night air together<br />stay here<br />this moment<br />leave this here<br />eyes closed<br />slumbered and lovely<br />uncursed<br />unweary<br />to start tomorrow from the now<br />and not the then<br />and from this day on you rise and greet me with your lips<br />reassuring me that the rain in your veins has stopped pouring<br />and I am free to see<br />the smile that blooms from those lips<br />that contain your arsenal<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-65997593136526589972009-06-03T21:35:00.001-05:002009-06-03T21:35:52.712-05:00Warming by the fires<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"of bridges burned..."<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-49262583545576699132009-05-09T16:10:00.002-05:002009-05-09T16:17:20.388-05:00spill<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">To run to race this garbled maze this show of hands full of plenty and nothing at the same time and putting on airs pretending to be what we thought we would be what we always wanted but knowing there was always a door not opened.A door that was ignored like nothing to see here and I knew one day eventually it would open and I would walk through and see a whole new light like looking through the looking glass.everything that was in the dark comes out and I remember ignoring and shoving those truths down hoping they would never rear their head and now is the time of rearing and I am paying for my ignorance with a blissfull smile.<br /></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-5857854305969795292009-04-23T01:27:00.004-05:002009-04-23T23:38:23.572-05:00random gatherings from the quiver<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">You licked your sword to show me how sharp your tongue was.....<br /><br />it still falls just as heavy as I remember it to be<br /><br />the prosper eludes me<br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">but in my heart I can never be weak</span><br />what these hands are for<br />and where and why I cannot recall....<br /><br />but the rain taps and raps at my window like ghosts<br /><br />but not my ghosts......<br /></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-32312352113536662292009-04-19T02:58:00.003-05:002009-04-19T03:06:11.106-05:00Wish I was oceansize<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">This mystery<br />your profound intrigue with the crashing of the waves<br />you love it so much<br />the sound they make when they chip away at the jetties<br />one tiny pounding at a time<br />the aftermath of the tide recoiling in preparation for the next<br />barrage of abuse<br />maybe the allure is that of the abuse<br />you so delight in the chaos of the pounding waves<br />so much so that you forget that I am in there<br />in every swell my heart is at it's mercy<br />to your revelry<br /></span></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360437940940768806.post-19190216173174601442009-04-12T23:43:00.002-05:002009-04-12T23:52:29.826-05:00Eight arms to hold you....<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">so as to never forget<br />how you feel against me<br />to protect you in the storm<br />from the hail of bullets<br />to calm your nerves<br />and usher in slumber<br />to hide your eyes from what you fear to see<br />and defend you from harm<br />defend you from harm<br />point the way when you steer the wrong<br />to dry the tears when the world betrays<br />to be the only arms you ever need<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>n2tha0http://www.blogger.com/profile/05818565018087846789noreply@blogger.com0