The Mortal's Star

Distant jewel
Gleaming in the dead of night
If I could I'd take a rocket
Or even a giant kite
Float up to you
And wrap you in my arms
Precious treasure to call mine
Do all to protect you from harm
But alas
Your heart remains
Fluttering on glass wings
Set up to shatter instantly
Should I, a humble king
Ever get close enough to you
For although our love is true
Whatever shall we do?
The moon and the planets
All of whom I know quite well
Have long ago once fallen victim
To your gleaming spell
For me to steal you now
Like a black hole having it's way
Would tear them all to nothing
By all we do and say
So my diamond vessel
Gleam brightly high up above
Though I cannot capture you
There's nothing stronger than our love.

Tragic Verses

She was Tragedy
Spitting black flames
Of raw crack
Tearing the armor
Of the closed mind
With complex vernacular
So spectacular
Verbal resuscitation
While others were stuck on
Rhythmic masturbation
She found the truth
Magnifying it times a million
Screaming it up to the heavens
Where it bounced off God's right hand
Into the souls of every man
Tragedy
Homo-genius martyr
Not letting the labels stop her
From her divine mission
Turning the blood that flowed
From her open wounds into inspiration
Constant motivation
Mental titillation
To excite the senses desensitized
Breathing life back into humanity
Not just the word
But the entity lost in insanity
She saw not the portrait societal
But the reality, however volatile
Until her winged frame
Took a hit
And the bestial bullshit
She struggled to erase
Engulfed her entire being without a trace
Tragedy....
Where have you gone?
How we long for the lost melodies
Of your dagger-edged song...

Concrete Portrait

Click!

Clack!

BANG!

Death has been painted yet again
One moment you were breathing
Now you're dead
You had so much to do
Left so much unsaid
But none of that matters
Cause
Now
You're
Dead.

Did you make a difference in the world?
Leave a ray of light behind
Timeless notion of enlightenment
Some sort of road sign
For the masses?
Or even just for your little brother
Who was already left without a mother
Damn.
You kept saying, I'm gonna be something
Go somewhere
Be famous
Now you're stuck on
Permanent hiatus
What happens now that
All those IFs, ANDs, BUTs turn into
Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda
But did not?
You're long forgot
In the wrinkled skin of Father Time
Along with all those other
Raisins in the sun
Festering like a sore
As your body crusts and sugars over
Like some syrupy sweet
And your epitaph remains empty
Much like the air of your defeat....

Your promise was such that it touched the sky
Yet as the story goes
Wrong place; wrong time
Bullets whizzed by
Five connected
And cruelly dissected
Your soul from your flesh
How beautiful was the sorrow
Painted from that which you bled
And all they'll remember you by
Is not what you could've done
But the place where you died.

Lover Not A Fighter

We keep fighting
I keep lying
You keep crying
Then it starts all over again
We used to mesh so flawless
So when
Did I lose you
Reception's fucked up
You ain't tuning into me
How can I get you to see
That
I'm a lover not a fighter
Just wanna be layed up inside ya
Not chopping words
But biting to your rhythm
Yet instead you got me tryna figure out
The nature of your paradigm
Yeah I want you in the worst way
But I'm growing tired of the games we play
The pattern's shifted
And soon enough love will be lifted
And all that will be left between you and I
Is cold hatred and a bitter goodbye
Let's stop with the verbal bruises and papercuts
And get back to when a gentle touch
Was enough...

Thing Is...

I like you.
Want you in the worst way
And though I cant have you now
In this present condition
We cannot stay
And yet
I know we can't do much with this
But my hearts telling me that with you
This is it
The one thing I'm missing
The one thing I need
Who cares how it happens
Can I just bask in your energy?
The constant happiness you wear
And unerring joy you bring me
Leaves me, your moon,
High up above
Reaching for the vast beauty of your seas
Like soft poetry
You whisper to me
In a language so raw and true
The stature of it's honesty
Leaves me not knowing what to do
The risk I wish to take is great
And I know you speak this is not our fate
But what happens if it is?
And you realize that too late?
Crazy talk you say?
Then let it be.
Foolishness?
I'm the jester in your court
Charming you with
Bad jokes and self-deprecating retorts
Do you not see
What you mean to me?
Thing is love
Amongst all our mixed signs
All I truly want
Is for you to simply be mine.

Paper Strings

Paper strings keep pouring out of my pocket
No matter what I do I can't seem to stop it
I grab and reach
But my hands are sliced open and I bleed
I stare in wonder to see I'm filled not with blood
But nickels, quarters, pennies, and dimes
The aroma of dirty metal fills my nose
And I sneeze dollar bills?
All the while paper strings keep flowing
Up and out
Into the greedy hands of those much bigger than me
Richer than me
Monsters bound to the paper strings
All those dollar signs and shiny things
Meant to erode the soul
Infect the mind
And without us knowing even speed up time
Stuck in the neverending rat race
Before we know we're caught up in the chase
For nicer clothes, faster cars, bigger homes
And for what?
Giving our all to this system
and only gaining in return
More ice for our hearts
And more money to burn....

Without A Compass

It seems that once again
I am working this pen
For a ghost town
An audience I cannot see
Or is it that they can't see me?
Who am I writing for
What am I trying to convey
How can I become a success
When I have no inkling of what to say?
As well as who to say it to
I keep desiring that momentum
But I don't know what to do
So I keep pushing and praying
Against this 10-ton boulder
On the surface not giving in
But inside desiring a shoulder
Wrists are tied and chafing
Time just goes on wasting
Excuse my disillusioned depression...
As I try to relocate my sense of direction