CheekyValiance

Sudden stillness sweeps through only a lark chirps in the bush thorny brambles stand tall where the pines cracked and lie still the white flower hangs her head something in me breathes a sweet wind which feeds the tiny bulbs and seeds encourages the mutual needs, the sapling trees huddle in the sun where once was shade happiness puts down roots in gloom the spring sprung forth winter's wet abyss new life steps forth to fill the room on the eve of the new moon I write you of my love, sweet dove which amply fills the swamps and streams climbs the mountain where rivers dream to slide down the sweet sides of fire burn the banks w

You give me the best and the worst in short succession. With you I am fed by your laughter warmed by your smile revived in your company. Know it or not you speak love with every action. When you leave you are less interested untalkative the messages have multiple recipients. am I unworthy of a private message? am I in your inner circle? The dark feeling comes so quickly your love for me if you have love for me it speaks supreme quietness Can I hear something? Are you saying 'love'? I keep saying 'death'. I know it sounds sick and that I have as much grip on you as a man can grasp air but I can not imagine life with out you. Who am I to assu

I don't care what you give or what you don't. I just love you. I don't love your body. I don't love your womanhood. I don't love you because you treat me nice. I love you because you're you. Everything about you I love. You are raw and vivid. You are my nightmares. My heart is hungry for your love. I am so weak and forceful I might suddenly die from this encompassing depth. You are oceans I am sand. You are more credible daily. You grow in brilliance. I don't love you because you love me. I will love you when you don't remember me.

You say you're not seeing anyone else I trust you but who knows what that means to you. You shop the spectrum of males    and I can not acquire a single real lover. Must I court endless women in search of the smallest requitement You're a boy she said you don't feel the same about love. so fucking inconsequential. a talking walking fucking accessory a paper towel to her. (is there any value to life?) what does everyone have to hold over me? Everyone walking around smiling knowingly What gives me away? I look just like them. but I am not a human. Why so smug? Are you proud? - tha

Gas Station Poems on Receipt Paper (The poet I once was) ---------------------------------- Written from 2002-2003 Typed and assembled 9 26 2010 ---------------------------------- Beat. Beat. Another beat. Hear that? It's the sound of a heart that works. 1 it's hard to pass the time forever you can't take back yesterday tomorrow 2 shin guards hard knee pads protect weak legs you can't stand by yourself on false perfections 3 It's not safe to assume that you're right you're left in the cold out of time out of tune 4 I keep a record of everything today I'd like to use it as a receipt. To exchange this day

Daggers are restless today straining at scabbards they hasp and unhasp A vulture is screeching a throat full of staples beak being ground by rotating stone the fiddle's ablaze and the scroll has expired Brutus's ghost has found a new Caesar the sidewalk's imprinted pattern beckons calls the steps which it requires of the digits in the fire.

Now I light the candle of love in your name. I invoke our love and you and love the primal monkey god observes and listens, tries to live a moral life, Gets a better job. Now the candle burns its cube and leaves the lovers destitute but still they dance and kiss and make paper craft, that most sinister magic, cuts deep the sleepers yawns whom seldom rest yet beg repose. Still dreamers build a miner's raft to sail themselves up gods nose They eat the rose with its thorns and toot brass horns and a garden opens to them, The sleepers, the dreamers on their makeshift craft inside the giants quivering nose made sight of lush hor

our correspondence I will always cherish. I love digging for your clams. Cracking apart those I find, eating the delicious still quivering very alive flesh. with an eye awake for pearly heaven. Some of your jewels were Ali baba's with the thieves of a thousand and one arabian nights, some were helical, conjoined sea Sphinxs the most intelligent, long-dead species in our galaxy, and some were once the blackest night , some were once the bright moonlight , and some are the kisses with which you bless my face.