Wrap Around Emptiness
feel the helplessness
across the divide
it all spills out
comes out of the wraps
turning inside out
brazen and bared
absolved by more pain
a confession of intricacies
into an empty field
embracing the moment
this vile moment
that brings a bitter taste
finding the sad amidst the shocking
six holes of truth
one for every sin
real and imagined
the consequences
make you unworthy
the dark other stranger
that lives behind your eyes
that hides behind your ribs
watching the beating heart
feeling the pulse of the blood
flowing through cold and tired veins
© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
We create history in the dead sands
We create history in the dead sands
a subtle and powerful way
possible moment
revolutionary impulse
among the things I have adapted
my life to
in differing degrees
turned nemeses
encased in silver lies
uproot itself
planted in the envious
shedding new light
like outdated favors
bring the lavish plan
into bucket and boot
among the tidal wave
acute dilemma
once upon a time
our razor’s edge
flowering trees and
winter snowfalls
wanting to stay
as the sentence forms
the life struggles
with existence
moth against
the flame
we all hold are tongues
on judgment day
© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut
a subtle and powerful way
possible moment
revolutionary impulse
among the things I have adapted
my life to
in differing degrees
turned nemeses
encased in silver lies
uproot itself
planted in the envious
shedding new light
like outdated favors
bring the lavish plan
into bucket and boot
among the tidal wave
acute dilemma
once upon a time
our razor’s edge
flowering trees and
winter snowfalls
wanting to stay
as the sentence forms
the life struggles
with existence
moth against
the flame
we all hold are tongues
on judgment day
© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Between
Between
Between shrunken self and echo,
drink from the empty fountain.
Reaching to elude us,
prophetic mournful discontents.
To be regarded as someone
who knows spiritual succor.
Moving towards tragic redemption,
with the throwing knives.
To keep within the hold
of small fractured lives.
Coins tossed for the wishing.
Sleek and shinny dimes.
(c) 2007 Deep Piercing Cut
Between shrunken self and echo,
drink from the empty fountain.
Reaching to elude us,
prophetic mournful discontents.
To be regarded as someone
who knows spiritual succor.
Moving towards tragic redemption,
with the throwing knives.
To keep within the hold
of small fractured lives.
Coins tossed for the wishing.
Sleek and shinny dimes.
(c) 2007 Deep Piercing Cut
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Awareness
Awareness
Mouth speaking full from heart
Withholding anger, not forming the words
Stand firm like rock and listen
Hope found when all seems helpless
Know the goodness that dwells within
Supposed fundamental delusion
Your eyes mesmerize me
Sexual and inviting all at once
I lose myself within
Fire burning me with desire
It grows in your presence
Something I find hard to control
To be brave five minutes longer
And not vulnerable in situation
Not a target for shooting practice
Life flowing from my veins
Seasons of futility
Willing the illogical
The bizarre and incongruous
Fighting with the reasonable
Separated from the herd
I have looked misfortune in the face
Laughing with confidence
Careful not to yearn for happiness
I have I lost that which makes me human
A divided soul of man and beast
Pride growing in my heart
A sight seeker in others’ reality
Not knowing what I hold
Free to take a chance
Burning deeper with density
The two ways of telling
Even now, immediately and forever
Like Brittney, an inspiration
A mind opened by wonder
Turn the wheel and press the tangents
Maiden of the valley
Content in your surroundings
Celebrated depth and intensity
Spreading, exposed revealing
Beauty thrust among divergence
Survival short on this orb
Underlying sentiment that informs
Aware of her presence, so aware
(c) 2007 Deep Piercing Cut
Mouth speaking full from heart
Withholding anger, not forming the words
Stand firm like rock and listen
Hope found when all seems helpless
Know the goodness that dwells within
Supposed fundamental delusion
Your eyes mesmerize me
Sexual and inviting all at once
I lose myself within
Fire burning me with desire
It grows in your presence
Something I find hard to control
To be brave five minutes longer
And not vulnerable in situation
Not a target for shooting practice
Life flowing from my veins
Seasons of futility
Willing the illogical
The bizarre and incongruous
Fighting with the reasonable
Separated from the herd
I have looked misfortune in the face
Laughing with confidence
Careful not to yearn for happiness
I have I lost that which makes me human
A divided soul of man and beast
Pride growing in my heart
A sight seeker in others’ reality
Not knowing what I hold
Free to take a chance
Burning deeper with density
The two ways of telling
Even now, immediately and forever
Like Brittney, an inspiration
A mind opened by wonder
Turn the wheel and press the tangents
Maiden of the valley
Content in your surroundings
Celebrated depth and intensity
Spreading, exposed revealing
Beauty thrust among divergence
Survival short on this orb
Underlying sentiment that informs
Aware of her presence, so aware
(c) 2007 Deep Piercing Cut
Thursday, August 20, 2009
fizzes and fiddles
Fizzes and Fiddles
jumping from ledge to ledge
it smells like victory
but it tastes like defeat
standing on one foot
the wide eyes of the confused
in walks the revelation
head held so high
sniffing the air with flared nostrils
sitting down and surrounds
with both arms
big and fleshy
wiping away the significance
taking it all up
in one large swallow
and lying down to sleep
with the absurd
the hoary night
held tightly in one had
underneath the blue pillow
I look at her sleeping
she is breathing heavy now
stunned by the feeling
like the electric eel
reeling with the power
her confession of pain
to peel off the civility
her romance with calamity
this talk of killing
I place in a small box
next to the glass of water
on the nightstand
I am still a spectator
© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut
jumping from ledge to ledge
it smells like victory
but it tastes like defeat
standing on one foot
the wide eyes of the confused
in walks the revelation
head held so high
sniffing the air with flared nostrils
sitting down and surrounds
with both arms
big and fleshy
wiping away the significance
taking it all up
in one large swallow
and lying down to sleep
with the absurd
the hoary night
held tightly in one had
underneath the blue pillow
I look at her sleeping
she is breathing heavy now
stunned by the feeling
like the electric eel
reeling with the power
her confession of pain
to peel off the civility
her romance with calamity
this talk of killing
I place in a small box
next to the glass of water
on the nightstand
I am still a spectator
© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
sitting still
Sitting Still
without the minutes
ceaselessly attended
she lapses into
breaking, bumping, and falling
unpacking her long desire
harmful interactions
with bellicose strangers
mistreated kitten
a shifty worried happy
wide startled eyes
progress in dialogue
trying to pull it back
refuses to obey
laid down with the power
somebody dark and restless
they jostle each other
the visible person
someone you once knew
an uneven battle
slack empty beach
despair fueled explosion
every promise broken
real anger for the taking
a bluff speaks in high season
the hollow state
distracted by self
© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut
without the minutes
ceaselessly attended
she lapses into
breaking, bumping, and falling
unpacking her long desire
harmful interactions
with bellicose strangers
mistreated kitten
a shifty worried happy
wide startled eyes
progress in dialogue
trying to pull it back
refuses to obey
laid down with the power
somebody dark and restless
they jostle each other
the visible person
someone you once knew
an uneven battle
slack empty beach
despair fueled explosion
every promise broken
real anger for the taking
a bluff speaks in high season
the hollow state
distracted by self
© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut
Friday, August 14, 2009
terra sol
Terra Sol
this light
this dark light
that fills us with evil
intentions that travel
down wrong paths
with the first whale man
the monster’s head
in hand
naked to the rock
dragon’s spilled blood
I study your pictures
they are black and white
juxtaposition your world of color
your nipple peeks out at me
a half wishful smile
I have seen this before
in my tormented dreams
back in school and studying Plato
we are still in the cave
you are a reflection
of the real you
that god keeps for himself
your smug self-assured look
as you knock on the door frame
pony tail and designer glasses
a new shirt fresh from the store
still slightly unbuttoned
your politics on your sleeve
you want to show me your femininity
as you squeeze my balls
trying to gather your ferocity
as it spills on the floor
you look for an escape
and I beat you to the door
dragging you in the dirt
letting it flow
from worse to terrible
I take you to the other side
and leave you there
© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut
this light
this dark light
that fills us with evil
intentions that travel
down wrong paths
with the first whale man
the monster’s head
in hand
naked to the rock
dragon’s spilled blood
I study your pictures
they are black and white
juxtaposition your world of color
your nipple peeks out at me
a half wishful smile
I have seen this before
in my tormented dreams
back in school and studying Plato
we are still in the cave
you are a reflection
of the real you
that god keeps for himself
your smug self-assured look
as you knock on the door frame
pony tail and designer glasses
a new shirt fresh from the store
still slightly unbuttoned
your politics on your sleeve
you want to show me your femininity
as you squeeze my balls
trying to gather your ferocity
as it spills on the floor
you look for an escape
and I beat you to the door
dragging you in the dirt
letting it flow
from worse to terrible
I take you to the other side
and leave you there
© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut
Thursday, August 13, 2009
broken out paddy blues
Broken Out Paddy Blues
so much fury and power
blundering and fumbling
veering wildly into traffic
sucking in the world
passing by faces
drops on the skin
disturbed by the air
followed by silence
a captured piece
adamantly inclined
to be held and touched
she wants it more than glory
trades her inner fire
ways to rationalize
the beans into trees
a once claimed dance
obvious frayed edge
never could see the shape
coming around the corner
the dart flies to its mark
we watch and ponder
random consequences
boxers as trees
waiting for the fall
the axe against the trunk
grave questions ignored
my lifeless foyer
swept clean by digression
loose putrid dreams
a small wonder of august
this humbled place
jet freed dance
tying up the years
© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut
so much fury and power
blundering and fumbling
veering wildly into traffic
sucking in the world
passing by faces
drops on the skin
disturbed by the air
followed by silence
a captured piece
adamantly inclined
to be held and touched
she wants it more than glory
trades her inner fire
ways to rationalize
the beans into trees
a once claimed dance
obvious frayed edge
never could see the shape
coming around the corner
the dart flies to its mark
we watch and ponder
random consequences
boxers as trees
waiting for the fall
the axe against the trunk
grave questions ignored
my lifeless foyer
swept clean by digression
loose putrid dreams
a small wonder of august
this humbled place
jet freed dance
tying up the years
© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
the prime method
The prime method
bellow beyond
taken to a measure
the rocket’s glare
smoky eyes
and old lungs
wave good-bye to random
grave bewildered ochre
shaken to the ramparts
the beleaguered simplicity
simple solid bonds
bound to us
mostly forgotten tendrils
they wither and age
my transgressions count
like the prodigal son
as the lead poisons your mind
above the broken silence
the fatted calf
tastes so good
like a god with reflective shades
I can’t see your eyes
but I know you have been crying
a bare unfortunate grace
the smell of truth
opens my eyes
it always does
every time
I once was a titan
a bringer of fear and hate
now I see through dim watery eyes
red with the butcher’s intent
and my forgiveness
I make
just like my past and future
I have harvested the fullness of Saturn
dreamed into august lives
a conceived swagger
centered lines of being
back to the beginning
when you wrote about love
and shared the treasures of your life
a drawn blue solution
the conversion of penetration
© Deep Piercing Cut
bellow beyond
taken to a measure
the rocket’s glare
smoky eyes
and old lungs
wave good-bye to random
grave bewildered ochre
shaken to the ramparts
the beleaguered simplicity
simple solid bonds
bound to us
mostly forgotten tendrils
they wither and age
my transgressions count
like the prodigal son
as the lead poisons your mind
above the broken silence
the fatted calf
tastes so good
like a god with reflective shades
I can’t see your eyes
but I know you have been crying
a bare unfortunate grace
the smell of truth
opens my eyes
it always does
every time
I once was a titan
a bringer of fear and hate
now I see through dim watery eyes
red with the butcher’s intent
and my forgiveness
I make
just like my past and future
I have harvested the fullness of Saturn
dreamed into august lives
a conceived swagger
centered lines of being
back to the beginning
when you wrote about love
and shared the treasures of your life
a drawn blue solution
the conversion of penetration
© Deep Piercing Cut
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
two charms in my pocket
Two Charms in my pocket
should be so much more
tied up like a canal
just after five
in the afternoon
sun striking cinders
turns them white hot
just like a fix
lay down and cover my eyes
see a vision pull away
holding back the green walls
from time to time they cross
just talking outside
with their few minutes
a burst of sudden silence
unsure of who I am
where I’m at
half-gouged wall
it has something written on it
I crawl a little closer
remember it says
rigid jutting corpse
smiles and points the way
Narcissus at his horror
perception empties it’s contents
into a small wooden box
the evening temperance falls
down the stairs squealing
kicking the base of the skull
one virtue after another
leave me
like a whore with my money
© Deep Piercing Cut
should be so much more
tied up like a canal
just after five
in the afternoon
sun striking cinders
turns them white hot
just like a fix
lay down and cover my eyes
see a vision pull away
holding back the green walls
from time to time they cross
just talking outside
with their few minutes
a burst of sudden silence
unsure of who I am
where I’m at
half-gouged wall
it has something written on it
I crawl a little closer
remember it says
rigid jutting corpse
smiles and points the way
Narcissus at his horror
perception empties it’s contents
into a small wooden box
the evening temperance falls
down the stairs squealing
kicking the base of the skull
one virtue after another
leave me
like a whore with my money
© Deep Piercing Cut
Separate
Separate
no hope for this obsession
held between young thighs
twisted choking tentacles
squeezing out the life
the essence of being
potted with the plant
groping in the darkness
wrestling with confusion
slinks in order to preserve
wine of her fornication
a solitary tree
confined space
ride the heralded horse
with the naked angel
we are deceived
by a wild demon
thinking the dream is real
brutal dark blades
cut us down
in the midst of plenty
minds packed in cottage cheese
simple sinking aim
throat’s spilling master
not held by the path’s swirls
regulations spinning out of control
reaching for a handrail
touching on infinity
walking down a notorious sidewalk
the cracks laugh
as you walk by
they know your dysfunction
no longer abstract
but concrete now
© Deep Piercing Cut
no hope for this obsession
held between young thighs
twisted choking tentacles
squeezing out the life
the essence of being
potted with the plant
groping in the darkness
wrestling with confusion
slinks in order to preserve
wine of her fornication
a solitary tree
confined space
ride the heralded horse
with the naked angel
we are deceived
by a wild demon
thinking the dream is real
brutal dark blades
cut us down
in the midst of plenty
minds packed in cottage cheese
simple sinking aim
throat’s spilling master
not held by the path’s swirls
regulations spinning out of control
reaching for a handrail
touching on infinity
walking down a notorious sidewalk
the cracks laugh
as you walk by
they know your dysfunction
no longer abstract
but concrete now
© Deep Piercing Cut
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