Intellectual pansexual

Give me a moment to break down my crimes
Of loving too quickly
Of compliments sublime
You think of me ‘cheesy’
You think me a liar
How could he love me
He’s seen hide nor hair

None of that matters you’ll hear me exclaim
I’ll wait for your plane
And should it be that a girl called Kelly is a tall bearded man called Bruce,
Kelly is who you feel like
I’ll say Kelly, my love, and climb you like a tree
Tell me the truth next time
Speak it to me

The embrace of steel

If nightmares are
purely to be of the flesh
Do not be afraid
You’ll be dressed to impress

The knife carves its way
Lines swift, straight, and fresh
A masterwork of pain
A lover’s deep caress

Not all nightmares are unwelcome
Feeding deeper needs
The blade drinks
But not without consent

A lover’s waltz

Burn with me and I shall set you free
my love
dance our unfettered dreams in cadence
and in chaos
or spin away and find your freedom
in arms not mine
in hearts not mine
for I am lost and you
are better off on paths well traveled
I am forbidden fruit or perhaps too rare
and left unseen at the crossroads
time is a river
but choose to stay
and I will bend the world to your choosing
shift and bow
tell me if our dance is over

Poets burn

Fall madly
Passionately in love
Tell me
We’ll fall together
And we’ll maintain it
Because poets and artists
Know how to keep the fire burning 

hearts blood brewed black 

Should I write of terrible emptiness or speak of a future so uncertain no pathway is clear?

Is the act of writing catharsis or catalyst?

Form sentences
in service to the sacred
or am I a blasphemy,
unworthy of your consideration?

Embrace emotion and be bruised by cold shoulders,
words spoken softly
become daggers when syllables drop dispassionately

Fake dreams,
distraction from a life fraught with dirt standard ennui

Or passionate pleading prayers
to an uncaring universe
that this time will be different

Burn it all in pleasures and pains
that only leave me emptied
or fill me up with poison
fermented on the vine

Drunk on sharp edges and missed schedules

Easier to say
it’s too hard and walk away
than to embrace misfortune and ill timing

No right time for love,
no perfect step, no lull in life

Just now, now is all we have
Plan a future
but start today
or watch all plans disappear
as flash paper memories

You can’t push me away hard enough
once I’ve decided to stay,
but you can walk away

This desolate desert of ablated could have beens
A wanderer
Alone
looking for water

Nightmares

When the nightmares begin
I’m your one and only sin
Dream with me, I’m all in

Love is not for the faint of heart
I tell you this from the start
It’s so hard we often fall apart

But I tell you that when the nightmares begin
I’m your one and only sin
Dream with me, I’m all in

I’m not walking away
I’ll be here till my dying day
I’ll be the one who stays

And when the nightmares begin
I’m your one and only sin
Dream with me, I’m all in

Dream with me, I’m all in

Song of the Day

There are people who take
But Love, Real Love does exist
I Refuse to give Less than I am
I’m sorry that’s scary

I’m nuts

I’m nuts
Completely crazy
I love hard
I love freely
I love with everything that I am

If I give my word, I keep it
I’m told that makes me different
I’m told that makes me crazy

Sanity at the price of love and honor
I will never pay that price
If I be alone forever
As terrifying as that is

I will
NEVER
Pay
That
Price.

I don’t think…I know

I want the smell of you on my skin
The taste of you on my tongue
I need the sound of your voice in my ears
I need to drink you with my eyes
And know that you are mine
…and that I am yours.

Perfection is not good enough

I am no one’s perfect day.
No ones idea of a perfect person.
But what I can be is a man striving, struggling to that point of ache
of nearly perfect that settles in
like a dull pain and promises a hint
of perhaps
perhaps tomorrow.