Cosmic

There is a universe within your eyes,

An endless ancient space;

All the time there’ll ever be,

& a map my heart can trace.

You are my destination

You are each step along the way,

Every river crossed at midnight,

Every secret left to say,

Star lit strolls & moon shone tides,

& all that lies between,

Every wish I ever had,

& sights I’ve never seen.

This love has been uncovered

A cosmic fossil in my soul,

Excavated by your kiss,

And polished up like gold.

Finally

Finally 

I understand

What all those poets

Knew before,

That sadness makes a decent rhyme

But happiness

So much more.

Longing for a lover lost,

Simply can’t compare,

To aching for a lovers kiss

Distance refuses to share. 

Love out shines the darkest hearts

Illuminates our deepest parts,

Shocks us into brand new starts,

Sings to us of split aparts 

Oh how it feels to be loved.

I’m(mortal)

You murdered me a million times,

A hundred times a day.

You murdered me for all your crimes,

& all you could not say.

You choked the words right out of me,

You buried each truth you thought wrong,

You slit the throat that sang for you,

& killed me for having no song.

You murdered me with silence,

You drowned me with your noise,

Hung by my own compliance,

Sentenced by my choice.

You murdered me a million times,

A hundred time a day,

I’ve learned I am immortal,

In every single way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Robot Heart

He got a robot heart

At 57.

Stopped eating fried chicken,

even his mama’s.

Started cycling,

got a helmet.

Cancelled on Doug’s birthday,

sober son of a bitch.

He’s not Little John

No more, he went and ruined the joke.

He’s just different,

Now he’s got that robot heart.

If he didn’t have it-

He’d be dead.

Sail, Or

This ache it’s like the ocean,
So vast, as it ebbs and it flows;
I chase pretty eyes that spin pitiless lies
& drown to the sound of “she knows”.

What I crave is a ship carved from giants,
& a map only plotted in stars;
Pirates and monsters and bullion,
A history worth all these scars.

Oh my heart is a midnight struck soundly,
& my eyes show the truth of that blow;
My compass it’s needle spins wildly
As I struggle – to stay or to go.