Go gentle on your soul…

though body writhes in sin

and dross. With grace extol

all kindred hearts within

your own ability

to offer kindness. They

who walk beside you see

both great and small displayed

in beating heart. Wait free

on wonder’s call. Don’t fret

the moment. Charity

will never earn regret

when offered free. Give love

as if its richest stores

are yours to cull. Enough –

is here at hand – no more

required for happiness.

Beyond breath, the only

choice of moment is yes?

or no? to what awaits.

I roll ash between finger and thumb,

while sitting here stoned and sipping spiced rum.

My mind grows tired and sick from the thoughts,

of a world so uncured with mind blowing plots.

As I continue the resisting to feel relentlessly numb.

I ponder the times of serenity for some.

We all strive daily for further understanding,

How is this world so lost yet at the same time astounding?

We all live in fear; to scared to sin.

Yet, We live in a world where people kill to win.

I see no crime in letting your dark side shine,

It's how one learns their perforated lines.

Injustice has become our laws,

the others have been long forgot.

I intend to restore humanity,

With my hearts humility.

I intend to instill trust with truths

Without using weaknesses of personal abuse.

As society points out those who go their own way,

Don't judge hastily for the ones choosing their own identity.

I am a rebel in my own right,

Intending to move forward and continuing the fight.

To bring fire and ice together.

The scorching fire of judgement and

The clear pure water of acceptance.

For I know the truth; 

fire and ice don't mix.

Will the frozen purity of acceptance put out the inferno of judgement? 

Or will the blazing fire prevail?

Time will only tell.... 

In my words, lying, cheating, is never part of the plan, I would sacrifice myself just for you.

Broken on the inside smiling on outside with that fury in my face eager to die for the words I speak from start to finish are true.

I understand that my past has created its scars and those scars have come to hunt my now, we are strong, I may be wrong having not to say how much you mean to me.

Look at me wallowing in self-destruct like that little timer waiting to blow, analyzing everything I do, did and have done looking for that little hole where I went wrong. Not for a day did I fall to the arms of another, for the satisfaction I would always have with you.

How would I promise to be with you and still go looking for something that would spite my drink, itʼs my words versus my words for I know that I have opened the portal for distrust my the work I do and how I do them but that doesnʼt mean I donʼt value what we have, never would I look at another in perfection when the only perfection I see is you.

So many say what I do is meaningless and could cost me, I donʼt care for I do it for I know itʼs for the right cause, when I say those three words I mean them.

If I be a fool then let me be the fool for you

@Rubenkells

The waxing days are slipping;

dragging lives in muddied fists.

You're either dead or dying.

Do you feel October's kiss?

A murders' caws are calling

for your senses to listen.

The fog in dusks' descent

chokes the chill in its brink,

encompassing in its reach

a brooding reminiscence.

A murders' wings are beating

for your spirit's seeking.

Midnight revelations seep

through breathing's steaming heat.

Leeching synchronicity,

black dirges in a flapping heap.

A murders' claws are scratching,

caws calling, wings beating.

You're either dead or dying.

The October moon is rising. 

The image of what you see

is reflected on black crow’s eye.

Mustard moon is a mirror

with you engraved on one side

and me embossed on the other.

You are an intriguing stranger

filled with my thoughts

and reflecting my tomorrow

while I am merely an echo

of yesterday and the future

impregnated by your flood

of mirror images of our destiny.

I ride the peak of your cusp,

speak to you locked inside

as you sleep the slumber

that wears away darkness.

My eyes catch your sting

of secluded timelessness

and see who we are

and what we will become.

She flutters her wings

And floats on rays of light

Bashful winks and soft kisses

Land on silk petals

The flowers blush in her magnificent presence

They call out to her with charming words,

Their sweet nectar promises

The butterfly delights

She is vain but what does that matter

For who else can carry all the light we cannot see

And still land so softly upon our shoulders

I hate hospitals because they remind me we are made of flesh and bones. Also because people die in there. Anyway, people die everywhere – and most of the time they aren’t aware. Yesterday is here. I try desperately to run, but yesterday holds me back. And here I am today to put an end on it, and gloriously announce – today is the end of yesterday! I tend to get lost. Life is too short for my desires. The day is too small and the night gets me tired. I tend to get stuck between my laziness and my apathy. About life, I never knew much, except the fact that we are born to die. And those who write to postpone their deaths are the first ones departing. I am not talking about the writers nor the poets. I am referring to the thousands of people who call themselves writers – those who seek recognition, or money, or women, or any other reason other than to vent. It’s not a matter of wanting – you either are a writer or you are not. Don’t force what you don’t have inside you. Anyhow, today my words are ugly, today my heart is nothing more than a cold hamburger. I think I will try to drown myself in the shower – or maybe I should use the bathtub. Now I understand those who commit suicide – if you believe that with death comes rebirth. 

There is terror through the trees

Through the mountain lions scream

In the distance the fires turn black

With rage and anguish

Drum beats from the south.

Fall in thuds through the pines

The cattles restless.

The horses run.

Heavy sighs on the wind. Bare down on the tension of the soul.

Sleep now my child.

Fingers tighten 'round the throat

Wide eyes bloodshot with desperation

Shaking a death rattle gurgle filled with a mucus covered cuss

Limp emptiness on the dock

a quick kick and into the tide

No one can bury you now

float out to where hungry sharks

wait

I despise that

Even the sharks deserve better

than you