pain of separation

my wings fall away like ages
and all that's left is this human skin
these stone feet
and eyes no longer through skylights
but turned unto day
still greening across the sod.
rain falls past a beam by the street corner.
a few empty drops
caught in the act of falling,
pink beneath mercury vapour.
their motion sudden, harried
lost from a world
of others drifting unseen in darkness.

back from Miami

so i am back from my trip to miami. what a fucking surreal experience that was. those close to me know the full details of my trip. for those of you who don't know; here is the readers digest edition:

the weather was crap for the most part, lots of rain and lots of soul sucking humidity. the group i was with insisted on going to this club/bar/tourist trap called Mango's. while everyone was grinding with complete strangers and racing around the place in the conga line, i was sitting quietly at out table enjoying watching the freaks.

well after about 6 beers, i had to pee. after waiting in line for what seemed like eternity and a decade. i finally made it into the bathroom. while i was there a handsome, muscular, self-loving, douchebag was standing next to me. next thing i know, his drunk ass is pissing all over my shoes. i look at him and sa -

"oh my god i was hoping someone would pee on my today, THANKS!"

then i proceed to zip up and walk away. those who know me, know i am a warrior of words and of wit, not a warrior of strength. that being said, i do not like confrontations. i avoid them at all cost.

while i am washing my hands, erratic pissing douchebag gets up next to me and starts yelling. "want to talk back to me again funny guy". then he starts pushing me. i look at him and laugh and ask -

"why are you so angry dude? i just thanked you for contributing your body fluids to the fabric of my shoes"

i proceed to leave the bathroom all the while erratic pissing douchebag keeps yelling and reaching out to push me from behind. i turn back to him and tell him that i am not a fighter so if he is looking to fight, find someone else.

i might have made another smart ass comment. i am walking back to my table erratic pissing douchebag grabs my shoulder to turn me around and then punches me in the face.

not real hard, but hard enough to knock my glasses off and make me bleed. i am standing there in shock as he is standing there, restrained, spitting at me. i did the only thing i knew to do; i took my hand wiped some blood from my face and the licked it off my fingers. i thanked him and told him i loved the taste of my own blood.

the next event happened in super slow motion. as i picture it in my mind, there are multiple camera angles as erratic pissing douchebag hits me again, this time harder and in the side of my face. by this time the bouncers had made it over and had him on the floor. i seriously can't believe i just got punched in the face. TWICE.

i have a nice black eye and i can't wait to get back to the office and explain the black eye.

i probably won't have to knowing how much the group i was with likes to gossip and spread stories. for all i know there will be posters hanging up at the elevator bays when i walk in.

fuck that readers digest version was still long. sorry.

i have a few photos i took on from the trip. i will get those posted later on today.

for now, i need to take my lazy ass to work.

somedays

some days the clouds build up and block the sun
some days you remember the times you lost rather than the days you won.
some days you are haunted by your mistakes and forget what you've learned
some days you are depressed by misfortunes and all the times you've been burned
some days the pain overwhelms you and a strangers smile goes unseen
some days nothing ever turns out right, but tomorrow you can start over clean.

titleless

Like a rich, tropical perfume
the fruit of the cocoa's bloom
intoxicates me.
Balance distorts
desires sing like sirens.
A chocolate kiss tempts me:
my seducer cannot resist
an innocent taste.
Succumbing to sweet sensuality
- my sweet revenge.
skin like a warm liquid cover
caresses a young lover:
suffocates me.
Under the heat and weight
of calories and caffeine
false appearances
and hallucinations flicker.
Chocolate is quite bitter.

untitled

the pigs, the lies,
the death, the eyes,
the soul that dies,
the clouds, the skies.

the earth's a mess,
the truth, the guess,
the more, the less,
the books, the press.

the open sores,
the slams, the doors,
the rich, the chores,
the crime, the laws.

the poor, the hate,
the temporary state,
the gay, the straight,
the , lying cheating trait.

the black, the Jew,
the red, the blue,
the old, the new
the false, the true.

the grind, the soil
the work, the toil,
the freak, the foil,
the rage, the boil.

the smooth, the lurch,
the lost, the search,
the smear, the smirch,
the pope, the church

the life, the gain,
the loss, the pain,
the wind, the rain,
the ball, the chain.


the tricks, the words
the sheep, the herds,
the geeks, the nerds,
the bees, the birds.

no goal, no score
no else, no more,
no edge, no core,
no fight, no flaw,
no gun, no war,
no brains, no law

rain

we met on a Sunday
in the pouring rain
i grabbed your wrist
it was hard to refrain

i'd never been kissed by a stranger
you just smiled and waved
i watched you walk away
i have that moment saved

i looked for you in the village
a sketch in one hand
flowers in the other
i searched until i couldn't stand

i have tried to forget you
erase those green eyes from my mind
the touch of your lips haunts me
my souls essence begins to unwind

hope has escaped me
the sky falls upon my face
then i see you in the distance
standing in the exact same place

we reunited on a Sunday
in the pouring rain
i pulled you close to me
it was impossible to abstain