While I was away
I spent those three early mornings watching his back rise and fall with each breath. His skin still one of the things I was completely enamored with, so silken and sun kissed. He slept soundly, yet every stir I made his body would find me even if it were just the slightest touch. I paid attention to those details for a curiosity of reasons ..perhaps furthering validations of who he was to me, at this precise season in life. Could the universe be so kind at such a time as this? I won't think of it too much, I live this day and in that, I find an immense peace.
I trace my words down his shoulders as the slightest of morning sun rays begin its trickle on his frame. A smell of my ocean in the air, fresh and cleansing and only the mildest of chill. The surrounding scent of him and his warmth closing around me, sent my senses into a state of euphoria. I close my eyes and take it all in. No more can I stand.. Not being nearer, in those early mornings I slide to him, and taste that skin so soft..my love, selfishly needing this day to start with his body completely lost and tangled in mine. We rise with the mornings sun and awaken our universe to the movements of souls quenching their thirst for home.
a.b.Carleton
Universal Highway
The difference between poetry and prose,
Is like contrasting the universe to highway roads.
The former is infinite, creations expands.
The latter is limited from the rules it demands.
Poets use poetry to shoot for the stars.
While prose teaches masses to live in their car.
Poets are dead, yet their work is alive,
and no penalty for a 100, in a 25.
Tribute to Mohammed Ali
You can rise
Yes you can
Open your mind and stop the time
You can fly
Yes you can
Simulate your wings and take to flight
You can conquer
Yes you can
Forget the past and fight the fight
You can achieve
Yes you can
Whatever you dream and more than that
You can be
Yes you can
Grab the mantle and don't look back
For butterflies and bees are quick to die
Be what you can
Now
Intime
Whorror Fiction
I told her straight,
“And I was really trying hard
not to let you down first
-or at least to not be the first one
for once.”
and she cried there
and told me she was
sorry about fucking
another man
after she had told me
how shitty it was of her friends to do
something like that to their men
after she told me that
I was the only one she would
ever be like that again with
and the kettle screamed
and I poured the water
into her French press and
plunged the grounds to the bottom
and it was night out and we were fighting
she hit me hard inside the chest
with combinations and pictures of
her fucking this guy
and I stood there and
took it
and her eyes were full
of disappointment in
me but mostly in herself,
but that could not stop me
her mouth was quivering with
guilt and depression over the whole thing
the last three days she had been crying and
trying to patch it up with me
-sobbing her regret and love and
new, solid oaths
but that could not stop me
and I was full with all of the love and pain and
hidden things perverted and pure
I’d shared with her
the absolute trust I had given her and
no others
I stood in the kitchen
while she filled the air with her
precious mouth
I took a long and dull blade from a
big slit in the knife rack and I
carved an X into her torso
from outside of her shirt
and I punched her square in her
fucking teeth
and she bled there
and it was true blood
I bought her the French press
after we’d made love the first
night
and I asked her sternly
to drink the coffee
and she did
and I knew the caffeine hurt her
gums right then
she reached over the stove and grabbed the
lighter and some whiskey
she broke the bottle over my skull
and lit me on fire
and I stood there
burning
I answered the phone in flames
and she bled and I stood there on fire
and told my boss my car had been stolen
and when he asked me when it had
been stolen
I told him
two hours ago
and when he asked me why I didn’t
take the bus
I told him I had broken my foot
he hung up
and I hung up
and the flames fanned
around me
and her blood was
rain on the statue
of a once sacred
thing
destroyed either
by herself or another
but never both for her
and we stood there for
hours and I burned and she bled
and it was daylight.
Thinking before you Speak
Simply put, thought came first. But how do we know this? Simply by testing it. Though difficult, it is very possible to think without words, once the mind has been trained. It is a difficult skill, however, because we are taught from birth our language and words are so critical. Once you begin to try to think without words, your mind becomes more open and it begins to process things much faster. Words tend to clutter our thought process, and once we take away that element it becomes easier to think quicker.