poem – Artistic Apathy

2 Souls

I approach you with the heart of a child

Your music is like magic to me

You’re like a siren the way your call informs the world around me

In a technologically advanced world, you remind me what it’s like to have an old soul

As the world revolves around us, we’re reminded more and more that it’s more than just about us

Let’s abandon selfish desires for something pure… Something unadulterated…

We trip up on words unspoken. Left to the imagination, what’s unassuming becomes visceral and amplifies with each quaking moment.

Allow me to come clean once and for all. I leave my filthy rags behind for some fine linen white robes.

Let’s endure this love everlasting. Making each moment for exciting than the previous one.

XTC

When you said you were down to ride, I didn’t account for an actual roller coaster

With you it’s up and down. First you’re hot then you’re cold.

What’s it going to take to spark this light?

I know exactly what buttons to push, what knobs to turn, to send you reeling…

You beg for mercy but it’s too late now. Allow me to repay you for everything in this moment.

I will not stop until you’ve arrived. Unlike a road trip, the point is not the destination.

In this case it’s the journey. On this ride, there are highs and then there are lows.

Let me get you to the point of climax only to have you fall into a maddening deep descent.

Afterwards I leave you begging for more but I’m reluctant to spoil you.

I’ll leave you to your imagination so the real thing is that much more powerful

You’ve given up control but left it in very capable hands.

Only someone who adores you deserves to have this kind of power over you.

This isn’t a dynamic, but every thing means something if I’m that much closer to you.

Our bodies become one and our souls unite on this joy ride of passion, pain and pleasure…

I sketched a story on your bare back. The story of us. Beginning, resolution and climax.

In Remembrance Of

Never forget me as I live and breathe

Even beyond the grave

My bones will tell when your heart has departed from a memory once known

Though I lie six feet under, carry that torch for me, even if it only burn as bright as a candle

In the sand you took a stick and etched my name but the water came and washed it all away

I will come and anchor my boat on that land and dock myself at your bay. The lighthouse is a beacon that calls the heart.

And from afar I will answer…

Don’t forget the way I made you laugh, or the way I made you smile, the way I made you cry… I was present for all of it. And when you think of me again, there I will be with you.

Don’t leave me.

I fear facing another cruel winter all alone.

Dusk calls riding on the coat tails of a nightmare draped in fantasy.

You are welcome for all those precious moments.

When you take me for granted I will come haunting like a midnight ghoul and snatch away all the memories you have of me.

Then what are you?

But no… Heaven forbid. For now, keep me in your thoughts. Lest I perish along with them.

Photo cred: Eric Houck

M.O

I can birth the story but when I do, it takes on a life of its own.

I can scribble my true feelings onto paper but now it’s more than a poem.

I can live and take my bed up here and still have it not be my home.

I can have friends for life but really still be alone

I can have a heart of flesh but really have a heart of stone

I can pretend to not be affected but still be prone

I can write you a poem on your birthday, written in prose

Thank You For 80 Followers

Recently I’ve hit eighty followers and I just want to say thank you — from the bottom of my heart.

It’s been a long journey of barely over a year but I’m always excited to see what’s on the horizon.

I love interacting with all of you and you all motivate me to write.

I want to share a small art collection, a series of poems or what have you. I like to think of them as expressions. These all came about in a day but are all things that are very current in my life today. They represent what I’m going through, inner conflicts, struggles, illuminating ideas and most of all a new disposition.

For all these reasons I will be calling this work Paradigm Shift.

Here they are, for your enjoyment.

Low Hanging Fruit

Sly Serpent

A Double Metaphor

What More Could It Be?