praying

nowhere
to
live
but
to
run
in
the
sky
baby
watch
the
green
and
yellow
silken
warmth
cover
my
hut
as
you
fly
right
by
I
climb
to
the
roof
and
meet
your
smile
too
shy
run
up
into
the
wider
path
that
passes
you
by
skinful
brimming
sun
bronze
as
I
skip
on
your
kisses

Mosaic

My clouds erase their silver lining glancing towards his shimmering glow,
stormy eyes soothe with grace as he hands me truthful rainbows.
Lost in a strengthening imaginary embrace, I’m found unlocked into his fated palms,
a menacing artistry laid out in his sparkling coat of arms.

Living inside my doubtful mind, he soothes my raging furious rows,
even ciphers can’t touch his angel wings when I’m burrowed in his beautiful brow.
So when life isn’t journeying in a particularly thought-out or destined way,
I think about our melted stardust, stitching us back together everyday.

And you may,
think,
it’s just another cliche,
but where would the moon be without the tides bringing his sun kissed morning every day?

You are my sky in each of these floating falling stars,
a crescent wrapped around in a smile for all the scars that you are:
because it appears as an epiphany before me in ephemeral parts…
you are my hailing halo in my darkest heart.

illumination

Mesmerized.
Memorized.
Tantalizing mastermind:
out of sight masquerades.
Under refined lines:
redefining dimes.
These are times:
for new lines.
He shines:
like diamonds.
For the first time:
I’m not dying.
He melts me:
motion emoting potions gently.
Emitting light:
no need to rely on disguised knives.
Nor words in blood signed:
I sigh.
You make me giddy:
high on life.
For the first time:
giggling butterflies.
Fingertips printing mimes:
I don’t need to rewind.
I’m watching live:
tides collide united.
Reading between lines:
letting you guide your hands by my side.
Tongue twisters untied:
blushing shy.
Gold and bright:
coy and mine.
Blind rhymes:
in time.
For the first time:
out of sight.
Glittering eyes.

come on over here babygirl

Pressing brows deep into my skull,
eyes shut against burrowing space,
mercy at my temple for a divider’s sake,
penchant for penance lost in sin,
Arabic renaissance decoding Latin,
rhetoric displays radio’d resonance,
a la droite madame
et voila a la maison
c’est tres decadent,
visit me in Madison Square Gardens,
I’m joking, cancel it,
I’m not that rich,
scene turns rancid,
high on acid,
initially avid,
what a bastard,
least it lasted,
frantic semantic period fasting,
crunking cranked disillusions,
now we love and live in
fakeful delusions.
You thought you right,
hold tight…

I’m full of surprises,
guess in which box I’m hiding.
Self spitting roast rabbits
splintering spats,
spluttering rants,
can’t take much more of this,
skinning maggots,
sickening head spinning,
grab me a spatula
dishing out vernacular
but I won’t rise to it.
Rats. I just did.
Store my stone heart inna fridge.
It’s teetering, it’s on the edge.
You took what was never yours,
read the small print,
that’s what the sketch is,
closed clauses, lost causes.
She stretches and licks,
yawns and pauses,
glances at her prey,
clicks her shoulder blades,
shuffles the deck…

Re-arranges fate,
clawing her way,
through sanity state,
he tries to slice her,
pangs of vanity ate,
devouring depravity,
advantageous calamity,
disparaging clarity,
oh woe is me,
not really.
Just another bitch,
on his hit list,
yeah I said it,
working tempers,
shattered earth tremors,
terrorist endeavours,
excavating treasures
under measured leisures.
Protection by the sword,
desire by the dozen,
disengage from
disenfranchised cousins,
bearing the covenant…

Ten commandments condoned.
You will never be alone.
You won’t let me do
what’s been undone,
laddered stockings,
worn only once.
Glittering like twilight,
under the sun.
Too blind to see,
what we could have become,
IQ of thirty-two thousand,
amounts to nothing,
and then some,
shadowed by,
past particulate
shuttered out,
reasons inarticulate,
chipped to the,
nearest consulate,
halo intact,
immaculate,
faculties compatible,
contractable…

Frothy waves roar high,
cresting emerald seas
I’m the pirate,
eye patched Silas
this is my ship,
and if you don’t like it,
I’m shameless:

walk the plank bitch
jump the fuck off it,
here
take my hand,
pushed you out
hope you can swim prick
pull my outlawed trigger,

This ain’t no swagger jagger
quit your jibber jabber,
it’s jihad.