kissing ancient hellos for the first time

(Alie's song)


I know a woman whose eyes don't blink
fluid like running water in the sink
windows to the soul
but a pool on the heart
what does her soul hold
or rather
pull apart?

as she tells this certain song
in snow skin white
with tiger hair
like some psychedelic geisha

I know a woman who burns her tears into paper
And cries before
a porcelain surface of imagination
Eyes distant like shooting stars
but pull you in with a melted gold
fascination

for what it's worth
I paid my curiosity some attention
and found out
that she was hiding
my long lost twin

How infectious her smile was
How beautiful the laugh
Even in chagrin
raining as if
melodious fireball pieces
that splinter silence
and awkward moments
like dancing penguins
on top of conversations

even still
amidst her alluring madness
of imagination
waiting behind dark full-moon irises
like goblets of dreams
or hidden passions in spoonfuls

you'll find a chaos
not unlike
the creation of the universe
or Salvador Dalis happy mistakes
that
if you can stare it down
in all its glory
without flinching

will peel your banana thoughts
Of self-destruction and false beauty
and remind you
of what it means
to be a true dreamer

Peter Pan's blackeye

Quiet boys

wait inside

while girls

go out and play

but when they find

themselves in school

it's hard to break away

romantic portrait's

faded welcomes

extend on swollen pools

bridging onyx irises

of steel and cupid's tools

Patiently

you waited

for a truth

that was never young

all views and points sedated
for you knew the answer

all along...

Love-handles

i said

all that turning around

will fashion a calling for me

but you followed your curiosity anyway

and it wasn't you who spoke

it was your eyes
Tell him to take me to the darkside of a Matinee

you said to them

lies

Don't you know the after-life of my party crashes?

we cheated dreams

out of their fire darts of pleasure

and fell all over the heavens

with our pride

but there was never a promise

of september to be carrion

or that I'd stickto the glue in your eyes

you want me

more than a goodbye kiss

and pray for a sequal to what it feels like
when my spirit

and your spirit

almost kiss

but in-between us

there's a doberman that sits

and i destroy something

when your lips

are wrapped around my lips

the fabric of our systematic libito

is cut

and we run to the wing of foreign walls

You raise your mind up around us

i play jazz beneath the covers

and

in the end

you might think i

only some devil crying freedom

but

dream girl

We could have made villains

fade outside our reason

for living in that good lucid moment

Anti-matter

You move like eyes

but never see

checkmate on queen

and dive into the warmth

of digerati

You inhale

and drink me up

I inhale

and your heart stops

You breathe

and start to break away

I breathe

to try and make you stay

Blank. Breathe. Rebirth,inspite

Bleed. Panic. Reframe from height

Neon. Thoughts,and darling mind

unstable. Sound,declares me blind

unbled, but maybe thats a loss

sculpted dreams and vanity

swiggle icarus

aaall across

A burn so lovely,

you're dared to breathe

I inhale

and you start to bleed

don't burn away

your skin deep dreams

when you find

the better version of me

likes cartoons

and sees you a queen

I just wanted

to rock your freedom-sour heart to sleep

but instead

can only reinvent a freedom sickness

A Poet's Manifesto (poetry doesn't want me).txt

Hear me you stinging parasite

If you don't get this

Cautioners with authortiywill sing you to sleep

you need meand

i need you

You weren't meant for sensitivity

or bleeding clarity

You're secular wisdom is born

in-between a melted heart

a split second of midnight sunrise

to reach that Gold knowing

a crashing into a hunger for great light

At first i asked

so what are you?

another personification of some angry emotion?

But that wasn't fair

back then i was a happy twin

asleep and lazy under covers

i would stage showswhere I ran around screaming

"look what art made me do!"

before shooting people dead

with gun-shaped fingers

but now

I'm addicted to panic

and naked sweet nothings

I care for rocking one million worries

i am afraid to utter darkness in conversations

and put a real gun in each production now

Wakeup your sleepy hands

to this sublime right-away

You saved my life

we need eachother to create life!

you might be about to say

"you are too much devil for me"

but that is because you are confused

you might be dying for MY map of your head

A map of delusional cities

but you are ruled by small print

and thoughts of anarchist dementia

you try to torch me

to burn away my sanity

even though you're addicted to me

even though i was made for fire

even though i won't burn

How self-fish of you

to believe in the meaning

of all your glass fears

How self-fish of you

to leave me standing

with no one to help me

kindle the fire

and tend the gardens

for creation

Pixie you're good to me in your bad times

To keep on loving
everything that burns
or wasn't real
lets call
the most beautiful girl in the world!
a recipe to blackholes
on the outskirts of
cigarette thoughts
and memories
of your hands...wrapped around my throat

How i killed you

I will nod
and give you a hopeful comment
and you will smile and turn your head
like all the others
only to return to embrace me
as they did as well

and then
later on
you will realize that my love
is not a slow realization
a snake or tiger waiting in the brush
as is yours
but a crushing love

one as all-consuming as the sea
you will either dive into me
as if an expert
and drown

or you will crash into me
and I will break you
unforgiving

even more
around this time
I will tell you about the others
the ones before you

And you will be able to see them now
Their bodies piled atop one another
like legos
along the rocks of my shore

and you will wonder
what magic was used
to lore you
into such a trap

and I will tell you sweet things
things to keep you
from seeing
how bright my love can shine
when it's raining

I will tell you things
to keep from scarring you
to camouflage how much
of a masachist my love really is
beaten and dragged down
howbeit torn and ripped
it does not falter to its knees
merely takes one hit across the cheek
and braces the other for impact

I will comment
I will smile
I will nod and shake my head
with embrangled rapture
that gives you hope
that I am not the man
for which
you suspect me to be
that I do not
posses the love
you suspect that I have

I will repeat the whole process again
that was admitted from the beginning
but at this time
you will see through me like a ghost

Yes
you will struggle as they all have
through my vines grip of affection
and look upon me as if I am a transparent

And i will comment
I will smile
I will nod and shake my head
hoping that my last few tricks
will blind you
to the person I truly am

but around this time
you will smile and turn your head
like all the others
and collapse
onto the waste side
with the rest of my unwitting victims

unrequited breath
your smile
and most importantly
seeing through my illusions
but choosing death instead

And that
is how I will kill you