Late-night Organ Donor

I entered. The night finally began.

The sounds of lust and jewels

banged against my eardrums.

Fancy light shows made the dark

seem fun and the array of sexual

scents only aroused.

Along with my cigarettes, 

I was inhaled into the night.

My eyes finished adjusting.

I prowled.

Her sensual presence robed

them. She wrapped herself

 in shameless silks.

Her impious body appealed

more than the usual glance we shared,

in early morning art class.

No more Picasso or

Mona Lisa. All I pictured now

was Lisa moaning.

I saw her friend. I looked

around, they where everywhere.

I was one of them. A late-night organ donor.

On the night we played

with spirits in hands, to our anthems 

sinfully.

My Blue Shirt

My tears soaked

my blue shirt

the day my mother moved.

Away far away

to a place where pesos

turn to dollars.

For a better life.

I recall hearing over and over

I did not understand my single mother.

The adults in the room sat

and talked, while I dangerously,

screamed and sobbed.

Like an animal I trampled

back and forth

barking no, please no.

With their calm faces

they tried to tame me.

Throbbing eyes, gnashed teeth I say no.

But promises where made about

some return. That before I knew it

I would wreck into her arms, again.

Quickly. My solemn peace was robbed

by my own thoughts that

inevitably finished me off.

How long until she left?

No matter how hard I tried

the damned question entered my mind.

I did not want to find out but

like the pain in my cavity

I had to relive myself and ask.

When?

The word slid

of my tongue and crashed

through my teeth.

Tonight…

The word shot

through my ears

and rattled my soul.

My tears soaked

my blue shirt

the day my mother moved. 

The Spindle's Demise

As the kitchen swirls

around, and the restaurant packs in

nothing is stable, nothing

is tact. Only commotion.

Although ,one thing seems

to remain calm. No matter

how busy or slow, it never

looses composure.

The spindle. Home and Grave

of all tickets. With its firm base,

piercing tip; The possibilities

never seem to let me be, but

it understands its job.

Stab it. The spindle doesn’t

mind. It stands ready

on a Friday night

rush, the blood will

from his eyes; He should

of tipped me.

Oh the spindle’s demise

in my thoughts (maybe yours).

But for now though, the spindle

and I keep to our own. Until I

loose it, grab it, and use it.

Fine

We were 16 some even 15,

only a handful had cars.

Being at the school wasn’t fun

That’s why we would leave to just go, sit and park

outside of cool places only

like fast-food joints and parks.

Some would smoke

like they had something to prove

while others talked

about what their dad disapproved of.

No one listened to anyone or anything

but music.

Everyone’s problems where

anything but interesting and amusing.

All the girls liked

to kiss and tell,

especially while the pastor’s

sermon (that week) was all about hell.

Many wore clothes

with those same designs.

I still have that bird flying

around in my mind.

We’d, always had to  

leave to make it back in time though.

Or else,

the teachers would find the reason for

our absent time.

Now imagine if I had told my mom

all of this when I got home and she ‘d

ask the usual question

“How was school today?”

instead of just saying “fine”.

Struggle for Redemption

The glare from his watch

Ruled my eyes

The intense reflection

Ripped through time

High lighting all these

Things I've done

Denotating my

Very cerebelum

Some may see the light

That I cannot

But I will thole

'Cause that's the plot

By gravity forcing

The ball to fall

The infrared light

Was seen by all

But our eyes are

Now tired and worn

Our minds are callused

Our hearts are torn

What we want

We do not know

What we see's

Not white as snow

This poem was written about my seemingly life long struggle with God and my relationship with Him. It's been a roller coaster of logic and thoughts. In order to understand this you will most likely have to have an elementary understanding and knowledge of the bible.

Alone

Am I blind or am I def

'Cause it seems all I have left

Are conversations all alone

And the history has shown

I'm no good on my own.

Into the Night

Just one more time, it's too early for this to end,
And tell me that when it's over, you'll still be my friend,
I've been coming up empty for these eight years,
Fate can take the wheel and I'll see where it steers,
Everything's wrong when everything's right,
Let's take a chance and plunge into the night,

Empty and Numb

Riding around this town, nothing ever felt so wrong,
Smoking weed, getting drunk, playing happy songs,
And I look at the pictures and remember the past,
Our speed always leads us to some sort of crash,
But the pain is ignored, apathetically beguiled,
I grinned at that girl and she radiantly smiled,
So I tried to hold her hand, disregarding my fears,
I can continue to forget, even through these tears,
Tomorrow I'll regret this, I'll feel so dumb,
But now, I can't care... I'm empty and numb,

The Red-Eyed Dragon of Dismay

I see you from across the way

The Red Eyed Dragon of Dismay

I wish that you were sitting here

Close to me and far from fear

Then no longer dismay you'd represent

Instead its a hope for the love that I've spent

To eventually find a way to me again

To prove that its not all just a playful game

Prove to me that someone cares

Exemplify the dancing air

Between our lips that will not cease

Because you're proof that love endures, indeed

Let me hold you, keep you warm

Protected from all of the world's scorn

Dance with you in spite of rhythm

That's nonexistent, 'cause in the schism

Between the world and our all

The music died all because

I could not play, my hands were tied

Around your waste, but that's alright

I'll sacrifice the sound at least

To keep you close, I need to breathe

We spun 'round and 'round all night

Until all the lights themselves did die

Your presence no longer seems to me

The ocular experience I need it to be

I'll sacrifice the sight at least

To keep you close I need to breathe

You brewed a pot to keep me late

I'll always oblige, you're the gate

That relinquished joy to my heart

This is why I'm ready to start

The journey this early in the morn

To kiss you, touch you e'ermore

But Alas! The pot was too hot

It burned my lips and tongue, I'm caught

I'll sacrifice the taste at least

To keep you close, I need to breathe

Entice me more, you leave the room

Apply, your bosom, the sweet perfume

The smell, at first, felt at ease

But singed my nostrils it did indeed

I'll sacrifice your scent at least

To keep you close, I need to breathe

You laid on me, I felt your breasts

Our lips, they met, we start the test

Of time on us we will expire

My God! My hands they feel the fire

And then the cold and then the lyre

Now my whole body's only desire

I just to feel, I can't get higher

I've gone all numb, I'm afraid, My Desire

The blood the breath is lost to you

I've lost all nerves through and through

The night rolls on in the midst of this

I don't experience a single twist

I'll sacrifice my sense of touch

To keep you close because in the clutch

that hangs around your neck contains

My face, in the end, I've sealed my fate

But lacing your fingers in mine just may

Prove you're not the Red-Eyed Dragon of Dismay

My pride and joy thus far. :) Enjoy