Even artichokes have a heart.

the battle of the heart part one

Complication doesn't have to be the forerunner of the heart's existance.

Taken with stride, the blissful simplicity of the eruption of the piercing of the senses, elongates the mystery of the initiation.

There is no price to pay, let's barter the exchange.

Balance will be brought, with incurring interest.

Resignation of retaliation has begun.

You have been warned

I'm getting scared.
The world is unfriendly.

Funny

I am the perfect substitute, stand-in, back-up plan, second choice.

For all of you---friend, lover, foe.

Nothing ever changes.

I do this to myself, I suppose.

Funny, but I'm tired of laughing.

how to say?

I don't know what I want.

But I want.

Unrequited

Silence and denial will be my newest friends.
Quietly, I'll destroy my tangled web, dissolving in my hands,
it's a quick end for me to walk away.

The weather

Darkness weeps happy all over me.


Someone smiled at me today.
Someone on these smileless streets of Seattle smiled at me.
He oozed the perfume of liquor...
But I'll take what I can get.

Rooftops

Everyday I will carve Worthy into my feet
and walk with a quiet confidence

Fearless of heights,
you will come to climb my rooftops.




Where there are skyscrapers
you'll see lincoln logs

You'll relish at the challenge.

Warning

If it's not grounded,

It's not dead.


Live wires are everywhere.

leave those power lines be.

like a bandaid

painless, quick, and clean.

It didn't mean anything.

We are all Broken
All a broken record
We voice the same sweet songs but as our hearts spin round and round on that 45
Our vinyl linings start to wear
And with each screech of our broken hearted melodies
We tend to tune out or turn down
But what you may not know
Is when our sounds all simultaneously play
Our scratches of cadence
Become a sweet tune we can all cry to
we can all laugh to
that we can all sing to.

Some things go faster than expected
Some things go slower than hoped

but if you're lucky the current of your river
is a constant flow
that pulls you in to keep you afloat

sometimes you end up thrashed against the sides and scraped against rocks,
but the water will always surround you rolling with, not against, not through, and will occasionally change direction and flow to spare you the worst parts of the undertow

Needle and thread

I'll sew up the holes

The sun will shine eventually

In this city

In this heart

I can [lay it to rest]

I can’t lay it on heavy, heavy
I can’t lay my love on thick. [sticky sweet]
So I hide, I hide.
When I push I really want you to pull, pull
But I’ll take it slow, slow
so you’ll know it’s safe ground.

No labels with our spaces
Just both our faces
Combined with a lock, a releasing latch
That involves our pink swollen lips.
And I’ve made a list,
That tells of how and when
And what will be
Of the kisses you and me
Swap.
A releasing latch that locks us tight and as the lever and cogs begin their work
We lace our fingers around each curve
Of neck and hip, well placed.
I want my lips
to fill your laugh lines round your eyes and cheeks.
To fill your mouth, your curves, your depths.
I can’t lay it on heavy, heavy
I can’t lay my love on thick. [sticky sweet]
So I hide, I hide.
When I push I really want you to pull, pull
But I’ll take it slow, slow
so you’ll know it’s safe ground.

I can’t stop putting myself in the way of love and lust’s hard smack.
And like a good masochist I take each hit like a breath of fresh air it inhales with pins and needles in my lungs bracing the linings of my heart.
I can’t stop.
Wishing you would.
Wishing you would keep on those sweet words you say you mean.
I tell myself step slow, step slow
and soft, just let the water tickle my toes, lick my ankles.
But it seems my heart already dragged, dragged
my entire body down when it took its own fatal jump to drown, drown.
Just a small part of my bones feels you, that’s all my stubborn head allows.
When my heart knows I feel you all around.
For now I pretend to tread lightly until you’re ready to stamp me into the ground.
You shouldn’t think what you’re feeling
A cab driver once told me.
Well I guess I’ll leave the thinking with the tip I gave him

I can’t lay it on heavy, heavy
I can’t lay my love on thick. [sticky sweet]
So I hide, I hide.
When I push I really want you to pull, pull
But I’ll take it slow, slow
so you’ll know it’s safe ground.

neither of us were secrets

you had a pair of fish say to me.

all those years ago in a book full of impatient colors waiting to be filled.

but that was far from the truth, because I was nothing more than a fantastic secret... and now I am nothing more than a story.

safe.

I promised myself I would never be a secret again, but promises are only made till broken.

Someday, I will be worth more than that

Someday I will be worth more than bullshit, petty claim, insecurity, false advertisement, etc.

Someday I will be worth the mightiest truth

Someday I will be more than an escape or outlet,

Someday I will be more than a situation and a smile

Someday those looks will be lasting and substantial.

Someday I will stop finding the broken to fix

and I will find someone's broken pieces that will fit with mine.