How many times you
gonna give this kind of love
not to be returned.
1.
You were the first love that brought me out of my body
loved me from quiet quiver
To shouted shiver
my first lesson
In love lost in translation
And the importance in developing language
2.
You were meant to be my safe heaven
A love that would return
Feed
And never leave
I misjudged your fur
Didn't see the k9s of your wolfs grin under your soft cape
I remember the way you use to hold me
Your breath upon my neck
It was only a matter of time before I got bit
And left
3.
If only perfection were precise
If only our lips
Pulsed in the same meter
We are a love so strong it supernovas
With star charts reminding us of our incompatibility
4.
I am naive
Young and foolish
Only shards of what i was before
I started handing myself out
like script to beautiful women who promised to love me
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
New Years Resolutions
New Years Resolutions
1.
pull honest words from your throat
like teeth from cold gums
before they have rotten
hollowed
and decayed
give the best of yourself in sincerity
take a scalpel to the parts of you that refuse truth
find an ocean
Saturated in salt
to heal the wounds
2.
Forgive Brooklyn
her dark and empty smile
hips of her street corners, too lose
dim eyes batting over you
the tap dance of gunshots at noon
forgive the way none of her body knew how to embrace
the ocean of your skin
how she refused to hold you
3.
Forget Manhattan
her blistering skyline
her blistering skyline
The lights you chased
but never touched with more than your imagination
hold,
then release all the dreams
left unmade
4.
let go of the shards of love that will not be
remember the woman who was and isn’t anymore
she should not stay frozen
in an evil masquerade
remind yourself that any lie can defeat any love
if given the breath
do not
give it the breath
5.
write every day
listen more than you speak
chase peace
6.
be the woman
your woman
wants to come home to
make home, for two
cultivate the piko
your center shared
worship the pō between brown bodies
7.
Exercise the muscles of vulnerability daily
Find the space between an honest leap
And insecurity
Offer your heart suspended
Fight the desire to be bound
Trust that she need not lock you in her palms to care for
you
8.
fight the fear that keeps the quiet salted
that has kept this page dry
Fight the stationary silence
The way its nothing
Washes over your body
Like warm wax
comfortable it its restriction
10.
stop saving space in your heart for people who have no
desire or conviction
those who are worthy will show up
will find you themselves
stop leaving cookie crumbs like maps in your wake
those who you have to entice will not stay
be your most devoted lover
do not let another year be written in fear of being
forgotten
or left,
alone
9.
always leave a part of you to be made
tomorrow
Monday, December 2, 2013
660million Km3
On the night we collided
We were skyscrapers
Then paper planes
Then
Crumpled notes passed between lovers in study hall
we learned to share new space
learned to hold my body still
Under
Above
Beside
you
On the first night I slept in your arms
My whole skeleton was quiet
Wishing not to wake the sense from your skin
Maybe you’ll let me stay
If I cover my voice with the darkness
Maybe you’ll forget
I'm not him
And pull me close
At midnight
You did
Four days later I was back in my own bed
Struck by a silence so strong
It filled my room like a song
Flinging secrets to the ceiling
Old paper plane models
You might have found it amusing
The second night you slept in his arms
Again
I found myself waking with a scream
I called out your name
But you were no one close
A million breaths away from my body
No wind to carry your scent to me
Tonight
We are laying in our mattress
In the center of the pacific ocean
We are a whole sea of islands
Together
Clothed and parted
660 mil km3 of water
salt separating skin
for the first time
in months
we are two bodies
diverted
tides pulled
in opposite directions
I am soaked in the salt of mistakes
And you
Are brown skin
Covered in cloth
Too cold
To be touched
Silence
i know the way silence grips
clasped against esophagus
all answers from diverted eyes
Are lies
breaths meant to cloak the quiet with comfort
will cause
Even the mightiest to crumble
the look of fear
to stay
for fear
not to be left alone
will love as less than deserved
will give quiet and kisses
will not stay
as long as you hope
I know the promise to run
To acknowledge the leave before the quakes
Before you are left with space
But who has ever regretted trying to tie love sill steel fingertips
Those who have tried to make the crumbling stick?
The only tears we remember
Are the ones that fell
When we realized our cowardice
In walking away
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Dont let go
Not many will love like me
Unfurl their whole ocean
Damnless heart
Will surrender the moon
Tides
And every part of them with the potential to pull
But you want a soft
Easy love
Like a waikīkī winter shore break
I cannot be so small
And cold
Not to throw my whole self in your direction
You asked
So I gave you my mattress
The cent of my hair
My body
And history
You smile and say you love me
Like love
Is something you can leave in the margins if things get
heavy
But heavy is all I know
Steep crashing water
Is my only rhythm
I can give you no less than
All of me all at once
To love
Is to let a billion gallons of water fall out of me
While you turn away
Knowing
I will never get any of that water back
Which is to say
I would be nothing
Should you choose to leave
I know this by the scent of being left before
Which is to say
My memory of love is cut and scared over
Which is to say
That I have seen the warning signs of kite runners before
Which is to say
To love you
The only way I know how
With all my weight and strength
Falling
Is the bravest thing I can do
Which is to say
I am not afraid of you
Just the space you could leave behind in your wake
That you are worthy of every pound of this boundless love
That I would give you myself
A million times over
Even knowing the kind of hallow that could come
Which is to say
When I open my eyes
Try to pull you close to my chest
Whisper I love you
Hold it close
Hold me
Close
And
Please
Don’t
Let
Go
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Saturday, September 14, 2013
He Mea Iki
Her hands fall to her sides
Fingertips once laced through long dark strands
Now free
Hair that makes the night question it's black
The stale scent of wine and cigarettes on her breath
And yet
She is radiant
The other
Will press her lips together
As if to beg the beautiful one closer
Neither move
One heart stutters with a howl to the moon
The clash of body's fantacies
Quiet
And the sun is gone
And there is a galaxy of space pushing through their silence
A calm static moving over skin
And the younger one is scared
And the other is still
And they don't belong
But her hair fell perfectly over slim shoulders
So what else could they do but shiver into each other
One is beautiful
The other is watching
And lust is a cold evening with a street drunk with rain
And desire is the collarbone calling her closer
And she is a leather bookmark that knows its place
And they still don't belong
But there is no one to tear them apart
So they are still
Just a pinch of the lips
Pressed together
A twirl of hair between brown fingers
Two eyes, refuse to retreat
The quickest of kisses to the cheek
Neither will admit what could have been
While one will wish for a second chance at courage
Fingertips once laced through long dark strands
Now free
Hair that makes the night question it's black
The stale scent of wine and cigarettes on her breath
And yet
She is radiant
The other
Will press her lips together
As if to beg the beautiful one closer
Neither move
One heart stutters with a howl to the moon
The clash of body's fantacies
Quiet
And the sun is gone
And there is a galaxy of space pushing through their silence
A calm static moving over skin
And the younger one is scared
And the other is still
And they don't belong
But her hair fell perfectly over slim shoulders
So what else could they do but shiver into each other
One is beautiful
The other is watching
And lust is a cold evening with a street drunk with rain
And desire is the collarbone calling her closer
And she is a leather bookmark that knows its place
And they still don't belong
But there is no one to tear them apart
So they are still
Just a pinch of the lips
Pressed together
A twirl of hair between brown fingers
Two eyes, refuse to retreat
The quickest of kisses to the cheek
Neither will admit what could have been
While one will wish for a second chance at courage
Thursday, September 12, 2013
from my fathers GUitar
I am not the kind to resist
i follow the instructions of the hand
in moments
when word cannot be found
i must sing
to fill the silence
attempt to hold this clean so cold it might crackle
They may not sign on key
but i will make the melody loud
so it will not fade
nor be forgotten
a part of it will stick to the back of your throat
so that every time memory of this moment arises you must hold back
the mothers cries in the lap of her daughter
but i must not watch
or wait
i must not give way
i must play
sing to fill the space god has made
my bronze turns bitter
i touch no one
i move before the tips of his fingers can find me
the song falls out like an old memory
we have been here before
we will be here again
and my responsibility will remain the same
compose a melody thick enough to hold these cold bodies
that they may have the strength to continue
i follow the instructions of the hand
in moments
when word cannot be found
i must sing
to fill the silence
attempt to hold this clean so cold it might crackle
They may not sign on key
but i will make the melody loud
so it will not fade
nor be forgotten
a part of it will stick to the back of your throat
so that every time memory of this moment arises you must hold back
the mothers cries in the lap of her daughter
but i must not watch
or wait
i must not give way
i must play
sing to fill the space god has made
my bronze turns bitter
i touch no one
i move before the tips of his fingers can find me
the song falls out like an old memory
we have been here before
we will be here again
and my responsibility will remain the same
compose a melody thick enough to hold these cold bodies
that they may have the strength to continue
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Day 6: Wade
wading into this water
wondering the safest place to set these words
no chances taken
not a chance of surpassing myself
why write then? when you might be afraid of your own word
why write if you arent willing to take the chance.
wondering the safest place to set these words
no chances taken
not a chance of surpassing myself
why write then? when you might be afraid of your own word
why write if you arent willing to take the chance.
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