Jealous Lover

The Jealous Lover

a contradiction

here's a little water

here's a little poison

let's see which one wins

flower so fine

my prediction

both die

both blossom and lover

all hands frozen left grasping for the bloom

each declaring MINE!

Morning Star

Good Morning my dear

My morning star

How floats your sky today?

Does it seem to miss you

the way I do?

Floating as it does, above?

No-

It has you

star-gazing

eyes glance up

mesmerized 

fixed to sky

and how am I here

likewise looking
selfsame ways

and never the two stares meet

in that ray of starlight?
Oh morning bright side

Oh Stellar urgency!

Oh Starry Eyed crux!

to meet you, love, in the clouds...

Love Vandals

Ancient pain found my eyes

Pain not my own.

I felt it through his lyric

liquid

glass filled globes were they;

globes of starry nights shone alone

white against the night melody

against anyone who has broken someone's heart

love vandals

even against my own will

I found myself watching 

my own or general

tears stream down a mirror

A Gift

Songs speak to me

Songs that don't exist

And I make them real

Like Love

Smiling is something the body needs a soul to do ☆ 

Kind of like love...

Hopelessly Devoted to

i smell like the incense of last night's dance

Us cancers

We fall on the alter of love

piercing and dying on our own claw

if it may please you 

improve your mood in the slightest;

show you 

the devotion and fairy's tale 

you left on your own yellow brick road

with the monsters in your closet

and other cherished falsehoods

But our love is pearl in oyster

Real but yes rare

Yet, here it is

Take it

It's yours

For no good reason in particular

Real

I'm the Pinocchio on your shelf

I never became a real boy

And I heard you call me a toy...

so I cry sawdust tears

but still dream in flesh; in color

and can feel still smooth running in these knees

fluidity in my joints

but you have carved our story otherwise

Angel

I told you I was an angel.

No one is listening.

I Am Night

Tonight magic moves in the earth

And I let you go

My new moon

As the night releases light from the day

Until there is nothing

That is your parting

But not nothing

Night.

Curtain Call

My, we've made some beautiful music...

Always speaking as if they were gone already

as if not one of them would have stayed

so they hear the story instead of the girl they lost

the one who leaves

if only to do them the favor,

give them the courtesy 

of bowing first

This life of mine has been nothing but a sonnet 

sewn into melody

all beautiful bows tied in time

tidy perfect

all making sense in the end

or so I seem to think the seams will match

the gown will fit
perfectlly

and think today the wrapped present 

for tomorrow's hands

however-

I can't help but sing that jagged melody;

the one you taught me that had no resolution;

the one that endlessly sings over the sea

And now we rock and quake in the arcane never

in the space within the silence

and in my curtain call

I explain the entire play.

I entreat you to understand it, watch it-
all the parts I withheld awaiting your ardor-
the test of the faith which never came-

and I walk away.

And they never see me actually go
but look up only

and realize I am no longer there

in the space within the silence

I spill 1000 words for you

mix and swirl and watch them make shades of meaning

but always the same sentiment

I wait until you bow

and take my leave

because if I don't do it first

you may 

A Bent Arrow

I'm fine with the artifice of your love

So long as it proves my point

of love's purity

however falsish

To You!

These are the closing days my dear

Ach!  How bittersweet

Like the dregs of wine

we just enjoyed-

Thank You for the taste

the thrill

the tenuto tender touches

To you!  My darling...

But not to us.

Oh I love you

in my way.

More

of course there's more

but not for you to explore.

No open door through which you may

Amuse yourself with my musings

Without these walls I would feel

the sufferings of all the world

Is that what you want?

The destruction of me through my own empathy?

Is it not enough I give this glorious show

of sequin

and stiletto

of costume

and wig

of corset 

and chain of fire and rain?

Must you barrel through and barrel my soul; collect it

as your souvenir of something pure

in this world of shadow?

Abstract

I lived in the abstract path of abstract music

Grew dissonant purple orange roses

till he came

turned them pink, told me to smile a little

so now the garden grows rosy prim

but that little weirdo lives in me

begging you to feel my thorns,

hoping you may view me upside down

and know the strange melody

that still weaves its way through;

breeds into the unsung forests.  

Uncomfortable

The artist is kept

slightly uncomfortable

happiness delayed

so that

you

in all your pain

may find beauty

Another

I cried then because

I felt like just another.

I was at once your only,

your Queen,

then just another. 

Common in an uncommon love

that was longer mine.

He compared her to me-

briskly, briefly

I--who was once beyond compare...

I cried because love died there

on Mulholland Drive.

It fell in pieces over the city.

My love floated down;

belongs to other hands, not mine.

Maybe someone can fix it,

We couldn't

One man's trash...