sling-shot

sling-shot poetry as thick as your tongue,

let us be one,

joint together by an elastic band,

bend and stretch,

beyond the rest,

these words are powerful truths,

beyond the black and white “I do’s”

a hail to, veil to, tax-break who?

let us be one,

conglomorate on an ideological war,

never won before,

set-traps, subtle-raps,

and unveil a hybrid of half-truths,

frolic with a new found psychological muse, 

bound to, wound to, sound to,

thats who.

let us be one,

a conquest of paranormal production,

instigated by a mantra of sound introduction,

one moon, one sun, one star, not far,

from the place we call home,

throw me a bone, find me a phone,

call up your neighbor, 

while I’m all alone.

let us be one,

bound in unanimity,

balanced trajectory of oval blastphemy,

let’s talk my-archy,

it’s the same as yours,

a piece of the puzzle lost no more,

we are one in the same,

and I am yours. 

day one.

alone in a new town

here I am stripped down

the essentials of direction

beg for rejection

as they transform 

color and form

acquire new meaning

friends are far and fleeting

migrate to the closet

the place that hasn’t lost it

curled in the security of form

mindlessly reborn

a hundred pants

could never revamp

a plant half past dead

without watershed

a tearfull revere

mild and sincere

in need of a new jacket

the rest are past tense

the car packed full

left space for empty soul

a faithfull friend hides

in blatent disguise

as a matter of irritation

this is subordination

of the most pious form

our heart strings are torn

until the morning sun rise

our electric filled skies

suprises remind us

that the place we call home

is a matter of tone

and above all else

the wick will burn

until it stands alone. 

14,000 miles

14,000 miles could not keep me apart,

from the place I left,

where I stored my heart.

13,000 miles could not keep me away,

from the home you’ve created,

where my imagination lay.

12,000 miles couldn’t stand in the way,

when lovers are lovers,

no distance will fray.

11,000 miles doesn’t feel very far,

when I think of your garden,

where I planted my art.

10,000 miles has nothing to do,

with the yearning and longing,

I’ve developed for you.

9,000 miles from one sea to the next,

where our friendship is languid,

our relationship blessed.

8,000 miles between here and there,

is nothing but distance,

between oxygen and air.

7,000 miles since we last saw hope,

a vision of righteousness,

together we elope.

6,000 miles is all that you need,

to remember your lover,

in distance and creed.

5,000 miles seems minimal at first,

until you cross borders,

hands struggle to work.

4,000 miles ain’t very much,

unless you labor the country,

for love once lost.

3,000 miles brings me closer to you,

a distance worth traveling,

the whole night through.

2,000 miles under the sea,

would leave me drowning,

without you I plea.

1,000 miles is nothing at all,

when love travels forever,

together we fall.