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From Lesser Lips
“I’m scared of darkness—depths behind my eyes.”
There’s fire within you, ‘nough to light the way.
“I’ll only walk if you will be my guide.”
If you would have it so, then I shall stay.
I’ll teach you everything you need to know,
Give all the wisdom life has offered me.
You’ll find, in time, that dangers down the road
Are no concern to souls who’ve learned to see.
You breathe as if the air gives warm embrace,
And greet the morning sky with unforced smile.
You think as if each thought’s the sweetest taste,
And grow to greet each day with wit and wile.
We all must fight our shadow for the sun;
I want you to know: The battle’s destined to be won.
whispers of wisdom
don’t think about how
your feet are chained to the earth
when your hands can reach the sky
With The Punches, I Told You Already
Some things I thought might be better left unsaid
I kept them bottled up with a message that read
I’d hate to see this change at all
I can’t get to sleep
I miss the way that your lips taste
on hot summer nights
I know you’re feeling the same way
I know you’re thinking about me
and the plans that we’ve made
it’s just the distance and space
I can’t wait to come home
You laughed it off
when everyone you know
said “don’t wait, he’ll just waste your time”
You have my back
So I’m by your side
And I’ll never let this go
This December won’t feel so cold
I promise this time (finally)
I’ll be closer than a phone call away
I just thought that you should know
With all I’ve got I hope to God that I
can find a way to stay afloat with you
I’ve ground my knuckles to the bone
and I’ve swallowed fire to keep you warm
You laughed it off
when everyone you know
said “don’t wait, he’ll just waste your time”
You have my back
So I’m by your side
And I’ll never let this go
This December won’t feel so cold
I promise this time (finally)
I’ll be closer than a phone call away
I just thought that you should know
I just thought that you should know
Sanity
Somehow, I have always known that
I am not enough,
that my happiness would come
with a price, prohibitive—
no one is willing to pay.
I am but into hell, alone;
to demons: their due,
in exact change,
this day.
Unabridged
“I’ll write you novels,” she once said to me.
Her words grew wings that carried woes away.
“Each page will set a piece of your heart free.
A gift that time nor tears could drive astray.”
She knows that I am not the type to fight,
Accepting life as it should come to pass,
So with her ink, she offers me her light
To guide me through and ‘round each new impasse.
Although I’ve made it on my own to date,
I must admit it’s comforting to know
That should I find too much upon my plate,
I’ll have her guide to ref’rence where to go.
All men should have a title all their own;
Mine was written by the kindest hand I’ve ever known.
Page of Cups
I want to shake you, or slap you,
Anything to wake you up
From this self-imposed nightmare
That makes you respond
With apologies over anger.Your heart is not a welcome mat,
It is deserving of more
Than muddy footprints
Stamped across it.Let the tide turn,
Stop fighting the waves;
You won’t drown.
There exists, for everyone, a sentence — a series of words — that has the power to destroy you. Another sentence exists, another series of words, that could heal you. If you’re lucky you will get the second, but you can be certain of getting the first.
again and again and again
push me up
against the wall;
turn your ear
to meet these lips
and listen.in whispers—
heavy sounds,
sweet nothings
and dark secrets.
breathy pauses.your metaphors,
wisps of smoke
that bite and lick,
that kiss your skin.wrap yourself
around flame.
fill me with
heated words.hugging the curves of your
lips, wet with desire,
liquid inspiration
runs slick between us.your words feel
so good—
when they hit
so deep.____________________
Collaboration with raisethecurve
A collaboration with the wonderful, talented abridgedfever
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One man searching for a guiding light through darkness. One mind searching for the keys to greatness. One soul searching for truth in a world of lies. One heart, beating in turn, waiting to proclaim eternal love.


