fairest thoughs

Despite the drive within your spine to let your spite define us
Defend the times our minds entwined and let them splice inside us
I tried to let our lips convince my system that we’re victims
Minions of some twisted script that God thought not to mention
He opted for His altered scheme to take my seed and toss it
Every vein within my being was drawn to plot with logic
I’ve conjured every way to take our chance and dash its flame
To sand away the ways I’ve dropped your odds would shame your name
All games unplayed and truth explained I lack the love to act
Indeed, to grasp ego and stroke would choke our recent past
Please seep between the letter’s words and drink the bleeding hope
Although the paper’s dressed with ink it left me needing clothes
I’m hopeful that my naked skin will heat your mind when cold
Conveying the way I hold you up is better felt than told
Fools would see the fence and let it taint the ground their lawn's on
Hold to what we’ve shared
In time the fairest thoughts get drawn on

stainless hands

I’ll take my dirt black hands
Traverse this stagnant land and plant/
I’ll drag this plow
I’ll turn this earth
I’ll spurn this child’s past/
I’ll backtrack through her parent’s plight
I’ll dry and light her wick/
I’ll make her cry because it takes a break to mend a limp/
I’ll twist my fingers deep within your mind to fuel your thought/
On your behalf I’ll bleed whether I’m deemed a fool or not/
On that stance
I’m not out asking for the polished work/
I’m passing out the tools to have when standing on this earth/
So let them turn up stainless hands
With mine I’ll upturn roots/
I’ll work within a spirit strewn
That few would dare to stoop/

snugness

I’m mute when telling stories
My pen guides when I’m willing/
Filling my quill with chances passed
I’m just a canvas for spilled ink/
Telling each detail precisely
Retail sales with no returning/
Be sure the shirt fits
Snugness quickly shifts to burning/
Discerning winds leave scenery naked
Bleak amid this heeding/
The smoothness of my cadence
Rapes your will to cease rereading/
Bleeding from your eyes behind the shelter of this setting/
Regret seeps from your chest as you confess the life your betting/
Unsettling
How from where I’m at I’ve seen the paths you’ve opted/
You saw the life you wanted
Saw the weight of risk
And dropped it/
Does God spit at the time you waste?
Or come away with blushed skin?/
Shrugging at the way you took His talents and just flushed them/
I’m not judging
Just be keen
That if you’re feeling angst I’ve nailed you/
Don’t fail to recognize the skin the sin of sitting sailed through/

suicide's an alibi

You didn't watch me drive away?

You're always playing in realms of sight/
If light confines your mind
Let's intertwine behind the night/
Deemed blind by distance only when our flesh suppresses purpose/
With every word dispersed
With every verse conversed
You're nervous
Upturn this
It's just gibberish
I wish I lit the candle/
Instead I mold to your outline
Rhyme tied
A concept vandal/
Sound mind breaks stride
In time
Revive
Breathe life
The light rekindles/
Hymns full of my hopes are cloaked by scribbles
I'm too simple/
Too typical
Too hopeless
Take two doses of this potion/
Too logical
To neat for possibilities to grow in/
If broken oaths and promises admit the sins I foster/
Resist the thought to run
To call me altered
Or not bother/
Let good intentions teeter-totter on the scale of motives/
Stroke the callused skin with lotion
Know the yoke I've broken-/
Through the laboring in vast imagined crops of friendships planted/
Bask in fields of dreams I've hoed
And soak in stocks of passion/
Imagine every movement fastened to the goal of service/
You'll tip toe on the surface
Miss.. you're not alone when nervous/
I heard this person urging me to splurge in chances offered/
I pondered on the options till it dawned
You're someone's daughter/
I squandered opportunities
I ceded at your hair/
Please be aware that if we cross
I'm lost
I might not care/
Be leery
Hear me
Fear me greatly
Safety is my cloak/
If suicide's an alibi
Then find my lust a rope/
And know I poke and stoke the evenings spent in bashful silence/
Behind and out of sight there lies a past of rage and violence/
Aside from that I'm bent to finish sentences half said/
If you're the vein that fed my heart I drove away half bled/
I graced the pages of your book
And left with you half read/
If anxiousness bred married bliss
I walked away half wed/

have-nots in their toiling

Churning winds bring tales of journeys to lands beyond the eye’s reach
Creating scenes within the mind that withstand the test of time's leech
Mimes lay siege on villages of peons paying for royalty
Foiling the schemes and dreams of the have-nots in their toiling
Boiling to the brim of lips
I can't quit this half spit folklore
Grab floor around the flame
The life it claims behind the smokes pour
Chalky condensation irritates the sane man's vision
Clouded recognition leads to dependence upon provisions
The system encourages the rich to take from those lower in the system
Depleted independence pins the sick to live unmentioned
Life unpended
Silent
Lacking last words etched on head stones
Moans are deemed irrelevant when they're echoed via deaf tones

puddled glass

To be in love corrupts what untouched skin was born/
Dust forming on us covers up what hidden sin did scorn/
Sun pores before my form
Ashamed
A slave to touch/
Succumb to just one stare
Air shared
Your hair’s smooth brush/
Too rushed to soak the broken water’s puddled glass/
The humbled chats we trade become a muddled mass/
Befuddled less than sand when focused through your lens/
Unbent
You shunned your kin to measure poorer men/
Deformed within
I’ve hemmed this hinge less fence of tin/
Weighing in the list of past mishaps that caved me in/
Shave me
Rip what limbs I own that blush your cheek/
Your words beseeched upon my chest give breath to seek/
In need of just your smell
In absence deem me moot/
Like oleanders planted where the soul seeks fruit/
Remove the root of scum that plucks your hand from mine/
If nothing's left then nothing's what I want in life

rollercoasters

If I only had a penny
Simply one cent for every person
Content with the dangers of my amusement park
Muses consented
As long as they were the ones having fun
For every person who had read an article
Or heard of some stranger that I’d hurt
But was unaffected because it wasn't them
That’s all I want
Just one red cent
For every person who was even a little turned on
Because they were taking that risk
The risk someone else lost on
Maybe even at their expense
All I want is a tiny piece of copper
Or whatever substitute the treasury puts in one hundredth of a dollar these deceitful days
For every person who filed a lawsuit against me
Because the ride finally broke when they were the one at the top of the rollercoaster
And all of the sudden it wasn't so funny anymore
They were being read about by the next person planning to vacation
I wouldn't have to work anymore
All you have to do now is decide which tense you are
Past
Present
Future
Where do you lie in my sentence?
When you read that last line, how did you interpret it?
There are several ways it could be read
They all say a lot about you
And whether you're just reading about the amusement park
Or if your currency is what keeps it open.