Listen to the music of the damned,
Feel clef notes burn into your tongue
Jaws lock against guilty tremors,
teeth grind down to fine picks made to
play jugular chords
Listen to my composition of madness,
read the bone bleached sheet music on tattooed xleyphones
Watch me sway to self-destruction,
be infected with suicidal notes and non-existing rests
Feed lusting ears with metronome laughter and falsetto smiles
Play the skin wrapped cello with metallic laced bows.
Blade against heartstrings,
What a beautiful symphony of desperation and betrayal
Let the strings come unhinged, allow the music to infest your veins
Become deaf to the sound of heartbeats
Hear the violins scream in silent rage
Feel the timpani rumble your intestines
Become the genre of the broken,
Become the symphony that God never wanted written
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
New York
When I see you, I want to unfold the worn out creases left in your fragile skin
I want to ride the blue line all the way up to your temple and kiss the stairway to your mind
Your kiss opening the Lincoln Tunnel, dissolving into Manhattan skyline painted onto mocha skies
I want to crawl through Broadway, bury myself in your vocal chords so every note sounds to the metronome
To dance upon the skeletal fingers of Lady Liberty makes my hands tremble for yours
Dark brown hair suspends Washington Bridge above roaring Hudson tears
The interlocking alleys blacken Diamond district shine, after all you are the city that never sleeps
Your dark brown eyes are the best cups of coffee the diner on 5th served; half and half of soul and complexity
When I see you, I want to hold into the electric lights of your beating Times Square
I want to call a taxi to ride up your spine, to kiss my beautiful New York hello.
I want to ride the blue line all the way up to your temple and kiss the stairway to your mind
Your kiss opening the Lincoln Tunnel, dissolving into Manhattan skyline painted onto mocha skies
I want to crawl through Broadway, bury myself in your vocal chords so every note sounds to the metronome
To dance upon the skeletal fingers of Lady Liberty makes my hands tremble for yours
Dark brown hair suspends Washington Bridge above roaring Hudson tears
The interlocking alleys blacken Diamond district shine, after all you are the city that never sleeps
Your dark brown eyes are the best cups of coffee the diner on 5th served; half and half of soul and complexity
When I see you, I want to hold into the electric lights of your beating Times Square
I want to call a taxi to ride up your spine, to kiss my beautiful New York hello.
How To Guide To Love
Listen to the heartbeat in her wrist, feel her pulse beneath your timid fingertips
Hold her gently around her soul and caress her fears in the palm of your hand
Cup her kisses in the bow of your lips; hold onto them for rainy nights when you need the kiss of freedom
Drink in her irises so your bones are stained with their paint; poison your bloodstream by shooting her smile into your veins
Show her the love that leaves nightmares tattooed on her frontal lobe and magnificent nirvanas laced through her rib cage
Make the world stand still when she feels time is moving too fast; climb up to God’s jewelry store and buy her a necklace of milky ways and stars
Let her sign her name in your vertebrae, let it be a reminder your world is weighing down on your back.
See her eyes overlap yours in every reflection, see her laughter in every sheet of music
Become possessed by her soul, let her devour your heart like a piece of infatuated chocolate
Let her love you, let yourself be driven mad by the very word
Become an addict for her voice, let the withdrawal make you dive into her vocal chords and nestle inside every syllable
Don’t stop reading the fairy tale; make a sequel when the author says enough because you should never let a beautiful plot be forgotten
Marry her heart, make love to her soul with the words of Shakespeare and your heart
Listen to this lovestruck poet when I say treat her like a goddess walking in an angel’s body.
Be in love with her like it’s the only love story you will ever get to see
Never fall in love, because to fall means there will be an ending
So if you see her falling in love, grab her hand and soar to the heavens and never look down
Hold her gently around her soul and caress her fears in the palm of your hand
Cup her kisses in the bow of your lips; hold onto them for rainy nights when you need the kiss of freedom
Drink in her irises so your bones are stained with their paint; poison your bloodstream by shooting her smile into your veins
Show her the love that leaves nightmares tattooed on her frontal lobe and magnificent nirvanas laced through her rib cage
Make the world stand still when she feels time is moving too fast; climb up to God’s jewelry store and buy her a necklace of milky ways and stars
Let her sign her name in your vertebrae, let it be a reminder your world is weighing down on your back.
See her eyes overlap yours in every reflection, see her laughter in every sheet of music
Become possessed by her soul, let her devour your heart like a piece of infatuated chocolate
Let her love you, let yourself be driven mad by the very word
Become an addict for her voice, let the withdrawal make you dive into her vocal chords and nestle inside every syllable
Don’t stop reading the fairy tale; make a sequel when the author says enough because you should never let a beautiful plot be forgotten
Marry her heart, make love to her soul with the words of Shakespeare and your heart
Listen to this lovestruck poet when I say treat her like a goddess walking in an angel’s body.
Be in love with her like it’s the only love story you will ever get to see
Never fall in love, because to fall means there will be an ending
So if you see her falling in love, grab her hand and soar to the heavens and never look down
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