the night disappears
without a touch
and your eyes stare like boiling heavens

you are monster kisses I can crawl up to
lips blood clot cake
that never heal
it rains howling phantasms, concrete
and dead eye bombs
nightingales of tragedy

this is my dream of the world
her form a moving mouth
she fills it
with a billion slums like black flowers
vast and strange

your sin
you were born clueless
broken chromes
and die that way too

Poets first poems
This is an early piece from almost 20 years ago - rip it to bits (please)

You came to me you had the key
unlocked the fastened door;
I could not see the destiny
that lay upon my shore.
Your touch so sweet made me complete
you filled me to the core.
Angel, my Sweet Angel
you’ve been this way before?

I lay my head down late at night
after an exhausting day
then turn off the bedside light.
I'm too tired to even pray.

Thoughts keep racing through my mind,
memories of the day just passed,
muscles refuse to unwind.
Old aches assail me from the past.

My tossing wakens her from sleep
and she asks if I'm alright
as the clock hands slowly creep
in the wee hours of this night.

I feel sick….Not nauseous, or ill….. just sick
Obsessed with perception and depressed from deception
Mind games…. Mortality…. Morality…. Out of control
Unable to comprehend...to just chill…. And just roll with it
I’m thinking too much… out of touch… out of sync
Head full of bad wiring… I just sit here and blink….
Why can’t I just deal with shit, why can’t I rise up?
To conquer my lunacy, and stand up… JUST FUCKING STAND UP!!!
The fear is paralyzing, and I wish I could shrink
Into something less OBVIOUS, something much less distinct

Greetings all... I feel this is unfinished and maybe a little long-winded... I also seem to always overlook at least one grammatical error, regardless of my diligence...
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Conversations with The Universe

She tried

time and time again

to navigate to her-self.

… walking the dreamscape reaches

of soul-visions

quickening of the senses

as she attempted

to decipher

the eclectic elements of her inner truth…

… awakening via conversations with the universe;

A poem for a Virgin
who was always afraid of a man
was married and
taken away to a far off land

she had none of her trusted ones at hand
thus I spoke

Lead kindly into the night
with hubby aright
be faithful all night and life
be a good wife

nothing and no one
but your husband is right

he will take care of you
only if you always lead him

KINDLY

into the night
till twilight
all your life
and I was right

We say each moment has vast possibilities
And choose our direction carefully.
We hope for fair wind and calm seas;
If all fails there’s this reliable decree-
Things happen as they were meant to be...

Friends and loved ones die suddenly!
The pros have memorized their blessings
Assuring us the more we believe
Somehow we will be soothed of grief-
Things happen as they were meant to be...

Tonight I heard a barred owl call
in the hollow right behind my house
among the oaks ancient and tall,
perhaps it just had caught a mouse.
Two others answered before long.

Then soon it seemed the woods were full
each trying to outdo the other
beneath a moon that tended full.
They flew from one tree to another.
I realized they were voicing their love song.

I weep
and god never could

I love every inch
like god never should

I breathe air
god doesnt breathe
I eat and taste
grow cold and hot
worry and fear

will die
like god
never will

and will never live in this house thatched
with bones like I do

so this is an old unspoken prayer
to be
touchless
breathless
desireless
and fixed in fullness
of eternal expanding ecstasy
like god
to never be

They called me a machine gun poet
selfish only about me till I took a selfie
all laughed so loudly all Neo poets smiled

no right eye
right ear sheared off
mustache all shaved
many teeth still in lower jaw
none in the upper

then when I blew my nose
I heard some one say
'Have your selfie taken by me and see
how all Neopoets just all fall for thee'