Saturday, July 27, 2013

Fire Palm

I want to burn
I want to feel the heat of your longing
The temperature of your desire
To touch me
I want that
Let me lay beneath your fingertips
And dare myself to not run
From your caress
Rub the chill out of my heart
The cold fear that this will be the last time
We allow the thermometer
To be wrong

Thursday, July 18, 2013


The feeling of danger as she stands before me
Tears falling down her face
Her knuckles white from the grip she has
On the weapon of choice
The daggers flying from her eyes
My thick skin cannot take much more
If only I listened to that still small voice
That told me
To walk away

Tuesday, July 2, 2013


They were oblivious to their reality
Succumb to the ignorant theory that
The only thing holding them back
Was someone else
Their invisible nemesis
The antithesis to their existence
The void to their being
They convinced themselves that the hands of others
Prevented them from success
But they are fools
Unlearned in the art of recognition
Confusing their fallacy
They dare to impose another resolution
The world continuing to pass them by
Because who wants to entertain the words
Of someone with no voice of reason