I Am Myself, A Disguise

I am myself, a disguise
Who's prior shape implies
The myth.
The man created,
The vacated host,
And it seems the former
I have loved the most.
My face, a ruse.
A mirror to amuse
My arcane humor.
I take for granted
The sins of a mortal,
That in my life,
I am beyond my own
Control.
Each whim is sought
To perpetuate thought
Like a blossoming rose.
Upon wind that shakes
The Earth,
I retire to my worth.
I am worthless.
A shell knowing nothing
But empty space.
I taste the sweet complexities
Of a life all mine,
But not for a moment
Do I satisfy the deep thirst
That I do burst with fervor
For a prayer to sleep.
A care to keep
Or hold like a newborn child.

Lost, Unfound

Your heart turns a corner
And speeds away.
It roars through the rain
On a darkened day.
The gutters of buildings
High above
Collect the quiet of
Our retiring love.
Your lips are knotted
As you come to amass
The godforsaken sins
That have come to pass.
So I hear the heart flee
Out of love, out of hope,
And I pray god saves me
From this violent scope.
Our love has fallen
And skinned it's knee.
I will forgive and forget
If it crawls back to me.
I will kiss it each night
Before I sleep.
My broken heart to swallow,
My soul to keep.

Voyage to Euphoria

Your smile is a ship
I'd like to sail
Across the Atlantic,
Carefully calculating
The course and speed
And curvature
Of your leering lips.

Ardor Vs. Instant

If I could crack open the sun,
I would make it bleed for you
Like eternal magma
From a blissful fruit.
Sunshine would drench the land
And we would gravitate to
The music of the moon
Until the sky cleared up
And dried us up like
Seaweed on the beach.
Forever we would sift
Beneath sand,
And grow young,
As tide and time
Became foreign,
And our love
Swelled like the birth
Of a new sun,
Long awaited by the people
Of faraway planets.

Ode to Apprehension

I slide left and jump right into
Catastrophe. Catches.
Fleeting memories stockpiling and
Jamming. Projecting.
Each day more prominent than the
Next. Connect.
I cling to the steady echo of
Solitude. Silence.
Quaking behind closed doors, I
Fear. Anxiety.
Is here.