Rolling

moving from one passion to the next
never stopping
never ceasing
leaving breadcrumb trails
of breaking hearts
and gladdened sighs
some are relieved when i turn my back
some want to grab me and turn me back
but i keep moving
trudging
sprinting
dancing
loving
breaking nets
springing traps
some mountains in my path take months to traverse
some hills only a few hours
but i am the rolling turmac of my childhood
i cannot stop
not until i find that mountain
that lofty magnificence
that height i can call home
until then im enjoying the ascents
suffering the descents
and carving every summit
one the cave wall of my soul

Bugie in due lingue

Un cabron como cualquiera
Who wants so many things
Entre ellas una mujer
It could be any woman
O una sola en especial
Human contact
Sentirese bien con su lugar
In this particular life
Que quiere ver la luna
Without it bringing tears to his eyes
Que quiere ver a su familia
Without having to lie
Y es que cuando tantas cosas se quieren
Not a single one is had
Dinero para salir
Or money for a plan
Una amante para vivir
Or simply hold inside these arms
Una respuesta a la pregunta
That took so much courage to write
O una explicacion al silencio
That I am guilty of as well
Perdoname, no soy para ti
I won't say it to her
Probablemente por eso
The other wont say it to me
Un escape a la seguridad
Of a secure job and a home
Un lugar para descansar
Far away from all this shit
La ciudad que me pario
Seems like it wants to drown me
Con mi propia mierda ahogarme
An escape then, and soon
Y espero no regresar

Worry and Trust

I have a theory
for why its difficult to orgasm
when rolling face.
If a back massage
can feel like climaxing
then a real climax
will simply kill you.
Stop your heart
Explode your brain.
Now what happens
When you feel the same happiness
When entirely sober?
Does your brain still collapse?
Does your heart still palpitate?
I worry for her
Can she handle the climax?
Methylargentum overdose:
May cause extreme joy
before shutting down
the common sense center of the brain.
This is what I fear.
But if I trust her with myself
I must trust her with this.

Familiarity

One of the hardest things to get used to
is sleeping with a ghost
Scent permeates the pillowcase
and stray hairs become like treasure
"You have a god-sized hole in you"
She whispered with a smile
Now it shapes her
And the edges drip with guilt
With too much time in front
and always never enough
I submerge myself in fantasy
and wait for this dull ache to pass

Borrowed Words

Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I have been dreaming of?
What a place to come from.
You can call this what you want
But tell me what you're running from
And call me when you need me
They say we can love who we trust
But what is love without lust?
Cross the line, redefine
Let your mind come crawl inside
We don't need the day
We don't need the night
I don't want the birds let them fly away
I don't want the crowds they never seem to stay
Just hold on to what you believe, in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight
So follow me down
Out of this town
You're moving way too slow
So follow me down
I'll show you around
There's a place we gotta go
Where maybe tonight we can forget about love
It can be just like heaven
And you can run out to the nearest girl
And comment on her glorious curls
Say darling come with me
I'll show you a whole new world
Time to escape
The clutches of a name
No this is not a game
It's just a new beginning
I don't believe in fate
But the bottom line,
It's time to play
You know you've got it coming

This is War

Dolor Ajeno

A box of wood laid half open

A guard of one at each corner

She was in a wheelchair

Accepting condolences

After the priest had gone

She asked for her walker

And braved the foot high step

Her courage lifted my eyes

So I could see her true

"Adios, mi amor." 

That is what she said

With infinite pain

In a finite life

Her voice boomed

Though it was a choked whisper

I cried.

When I met the son,

When I kissed the wife,

When the flag was presented to them

Back in her wheelchair, she took it

The summation of a man

Honorable beyond rank

Loving beyond family

He is now a memory

And a flag in her wrinkled hands

People use the word "lovebirds"

in jest and scold

They forget the last chapter

When a lovebird dies,

Its partner dies of sadness

True love, true grief

She is not long for this world

And I still envy her

Kool Aid

No man is an island
I tried to prove Donne wrong
Got bitch slapped constantly
God. Universe. Life. Fate.
All ways lead to the way
It is time to accept help willingly given
Time to drink a toast to the future
Here we go...