Tuesday, 5 May 2020

Journey


You are my journey
The curving rise of your neck is my road
These freckles are milestones
Behind me are curves flattering your body as ever flowing earth
Before me are the moonlight kissed dark pools that are your eyes
The pulsing of your vein beneath me is my symphony up this path
Cobbled up where the road ends and your hair begins
I want to be lost in these dark woods
Here I whisper my truths
Blessed be the light showing me the way
Blessed be the breeze carrying your breath to mine
You’re my pilgrimage
I seek redemption
I atone myself here at the temple of your thoughts
Holy and sanctified is the warmth of these moments
I write only of the briefest of lifetimes
Its only but a lifetime I ask for
Good is to pass swiftly, time will fly
The briefest of lifetimes to be lost in all that you are
The briefest of lifetimes to be lost in all that I am
Time will fly
And then we’ll die
And then we’ll live
And then we’ll start all over again
I only ask for the briefest moment
For a most fleeting lifetime
For a candle that burns twice as bright and twice as fast
This was but a whisper
This was hello

Saturday, 2 May 2020

Message without a bottle


This is a letter
These are my letters lettered
Littered on this letter a polar synonym it looks better
Like my sweater looks on you than it did on me
Out done is the resolution of comparison
To a shade of me, a me who is a shade of you

I hope these words find you well
Scattered are these travels back and forth
These in and out of times of memories yet made
In the warmth of a cool light
In the freedom of an embrace
Of grace unfathomable to my vocabulary but ancient to my soul
in thought and rhythm I vibe to this
I vibe to you
To one who vibes to me
To my biggest fan, I am your biggest fan

In the half sentences and overgrown phrases find my garden of you
Here I am trying to remember what has yet to happen
Guessing what was already written
Glancing In hope
In faith of the story already told
To muse songs of a formless home
Home

Built together this is your home for now
Let me write of you to you
Let these waves carry this bottle-less message
This is part of the home I am building for you
Knowing that I’ll find my home in you

I am well and I lose my description of me in these words for you
But find me in my description of you
A completion of each other’s comparisons, fold me onto you
All these words are ending with you
These letters end with you
This letter ends at you
Phenomenally, you  


Tuesday, 28 April 2020

Hot room and plot tunes

Hot room and plot tune poetry this is
Grammar blammar listen to the lack of stammer
This is hot room plot tune poetry
Piano keys asdf cuz wtf you thought music was but audible writings 
Poetry resonations make music to you because here comes the tune
Attuned to the sensation of sensation fiend to the fix of being fixed
Reparations to the unrepaired state of the middle class third world lost child syndrome

Danger isn’t a warning sign its what the sign warns about but look the ink aint dried off their false signs
Danger is when you are at risk but you want to feel at risk from your comfort and yet you think these words mad
But let me give you my sign
Saint Jhn n the weeknd with the oversized headphones and a cracked phone because I can only relate to the more intense sides of what you call Edgy, so now ill spill over this sheet//

Hot room and plot tune poetry
This is
Bare walls still fan this is
Describe the room I shall
Light bright bulb dull this is
Math in life context there was
Minusing you was a plus he said
Unamused with your lack of amusement
Ego is craving junk people, bitter sugar, all bad little good
No room for junk words, no room for faint light
No competition and no comparison, to compete is to lose
To peck is to be pecked
To weigh is to be weighed 
To measure to be found wanting by those you shouldn’t be wanting
Be better than fodder of idolatry, your kingdom is unkept
Your throne usurped, your side thorned.

Be better
Hot room poetry
Plot tune poetry.