If I was Yours

If I held you till your dying day

Would that make me noble?

If I stayed and weathered every storm

Would I be worthy in your eyes?

If I was a shield against the evils of this world

Would you think me your soul mate?

If I did all these things for you

Would that change a thing?

Made from My Own Tears

I am nothing if not a puddle of my own tears

Freeze dried, built up, and modelled after me

A walking imitation of the saddest moments

In my short and weary life

Damn, I love being pure concentrated sadness

Makes me a carefree, footloose, and without a fuck to give

Isn't that the description of the wild teenage youth

Without the weeping sorrowful self indulgence

Because all my tears have been removed

And put to better use as kidneys and spleens

No need to weep tears that don't matter

They are a part of who I am

Unlike the fucks I have given away

Book Lover

A whole life

A whole love

Was lived in one day

Was loved in one sitting

And afterwards when they were laid to rest

I stood up

Stretched my legs

And went on with my day

But I'm a glass of water

Being used for art

These little words leave their mark

and color me a little more

The Weatherman On Vacation

The weatherman conducts the clouds and the seas

While he stands on the beach in the tropical breeze

"Play on, dear weather, play on, my oldest of friends"

The clouds and the seas along with that tropical breeze

Sing with a warm and lively Mediterranean ease

"Oh where, Oh where, shall we play, oh weatherman?"

The weatherman told them it was all a matter of ease

To go from sunny Mumbai all the way to Belize

"Go on, dear weather, go on, my friendliest of mates"

The breeze and the sun went from Mumbai to Belize

and danced from port to port and from tree to tree

"Oh thank you, Oh thank you, weatherman, for making us free"

The weatherman sat in the shade of the sunny palm trees

Sipping cold ice tea with a grin that was as cool as can be

"Oh how relaxing is the study of meteorology"

A World of Hurt

All is hurt and pain

We accept this early on

And from this cradle

We crawl into the wide world

Knowing that it will sting

But we learn to walk

Despite being battered and bruised

We learn to talk

Against the odds that were stacked

We find happiness

If pain paints your canvas white

Your beauty is clear as crystal

It is only the hopeful who fall

They who have a black canvas

Their story is never quite so pristine

They see this world without its wounds

So they find its agony in every corner

Those poor souls who want

But can't see the truth of hope

That you must lose it to love it

This is the message written straight

Know that life will hurt

Life will break you in more ways

More ways than you could ever dream

But those broken bones will be the key

The key to your bleeding hearts recovery

Y!

Take my body lovingly

So I may leave you gently

Float to the heavenly

And onward to galaxy

Where no one will be

And no one will see

All the potentiality

That will come from me

And glide blissfully

Around the ghostly

The friendly

The gentry

And out favourite man named Jeffery

Now until Tomorrow

There was light long ago

Until it went out

There was a fight long ago

But it went south

There was a night long ago

and even that died

There was ice once upon a time

It wasn't cold

There was mice once upon a time

That were bold

There was spice once upon a time

and it was never sold

But Now

Our prize is a fire in this time

That burns and bites

Our prize is an ire in this time

That consecrates and rights

Our prize is a liar in this time

That takes himself to new heights

Now is darkness till tomorrow

Leaving us without eyes

Now is dreamless till tomorrow

No promise prize

Now is heartless till tomorrow

Lacking breath even for our sighs

A Broken Thing

I'm a broken clock

A busted chair

An inoperable lock

An out of order escalator

Though I can be fixed

I seldom will see the wrench

They would rather have me nixed

Put into the trench

And want to know my reply?

Silence

How do I say goodbye?

Acceptance

Call me broken

Call me trash

Others will and have spoken

Of treasure, garbage, and cash

I am a dead ceiling fan

But when I'm put on display

People never ask me if I once ran

They asked me how I came to be this way

Oh, and the tales I then tell

Of the many years that passed

Of good times and of living hell

The roles in which I've been cast

No longer am I a broken thing

Now a living piece of histories

An object that exists to sing

Past and Present, War and Foreign Seas

Another Self

I am possessed

Consumed by a being that isn't me

This being calls me in my mind

And begs to be followed and captured

It asks nothing that I would not give

It asks to be copied utterly

I do not deny this little thing

In fact I chase it with all my heart

I want to be that shadowy someone

That is the me just out of reach

But in reaching for this phantom dream

This creature of passion and mystery

I leave behind that which I already am

In favour of what I think I should be

I am starved half mad

By this conflicted point of view

And the sickly sweet food that will end my hunger

Is ignorance from this dream, this being, this self

The Words- A Beat Poem

My words are raw

shallow

hallow

But I can't even lay claim to that

Because my words have yet to find

That depth of despair

The key to nowhere

That little voice inside

That says

It's hopeless

No, see, my words are still young

Still green like the growing trees

Not old enough to bear fruit

Or bear the challenge of a winter

that consumes the weaker half

And leaves the elders and the committed

Still standing

But maybe

Just maybe

If I stand inside the storm

Of frozen ice and fallacy

Then maybe one day I will see

That the storm has not consumed me

But let me be

To grow another day

To find the means to say

Whatever it is I'm going to say

Whatever sweet poison is to drip from my lip

Whatever hopeless melody my tongue will trip

Whatever piece of soul will come to you in the airwaves

Whatever meaning can be found among the shockwaves

Whatever words that I speak

Whatever part of me that leaks

I plan to be able to say them right

With conviction and might

So the whole world can stand up and cheer

Or tell me to fuck off and disappear

I don't care either way

I have something I need to say

And if someday I can make those words flow

That'll be the day that they go.

Raise a Glass and Drown Yourself

A red tonic to sooth the soul

A blue one to lift the spirits

A green bottle to calm the nerves

An orange drink to calm the mind

Drink it down

To your gut

Liquid luxury

To free you from your rut

Mix the colors

Red and blue

Pour them down

A dangerous slew

They'll cure your troubles

Take away the pain

Rob you of your senses

Leave you completely insane

But think of the joy

What a terrible high

You aren't even sure

If it'll be the night you die

So pick your poison

And cast your dice

Will that be on the rocks

Or would rather no ice?

Heart and Home

The fire in my belly

Proves I'm nothing more

Than a dying teenage heart

Waiting for some shred of truth

To bring the house down

Upon my crying head

But in the wake

Of a broken home

At least then I could say

There was once a day

That was better

That wasn't quite so benign

So I'll build this place

Back to its former glory

This time I'll take a second

To feel the back-breaking labor

To know what is being made

So it wont be made in vain

This is my house

This is my home

Where my sadness doesn't live

Where anger is a joyful noise

Sounded and then forgot

This this place that is my heart

A Rhyming Couplet.

Hold me tender

Hold me still

While we sit

In the window sill

Touch me soft

Touch me light

As we wait

For it to be right

See me quiet

See me sleep

Know that I

Only pretend to be deep

Love me wild

Love me silent

With you

I'll always be content

Would you like to be a rhyming couplet with me?

Our Beautiful Self Abuse

This is beautiful self abuse

The need to make something

That doesn't need to be

The desire to paint the world

But without a single brush

That part inside that screams

"Make this a reality"

While deep down

You know its all a dream

That you wont ever awaken from

A memory that never happened

A trick of the mind

And a pull on the heartstrings

Join me in the weeping cry

Of lost souls who shed tears

By the light of the forlorn stars

But stand like mountains of confidence

In the blazing daylight

Fear them who know the sun

Forgive them who love the moon

Fight them who tell you to follow your dream

But mock your every step

In this beautiful self abuse

That is our unfathomable existence.

Maria: Almost Alive

Everything is backwards

And everything is wrong

Maria

You've taken my life and all I have known

And changed it into something odd

Maria

I saw you fall and I saw you die

Yet I spend most of my waking hours with you

Maria

As I walk the river side

You always stay by my side

Maria

When I'm eating at a table for one

You sit there and stare enviously

Maria

As I undress for a solitary shower

You smirk and giggle and unfeelingly caress

Maria

Even when I lay my head to rest

You lay beside me and ask for something I cannot give

Maria

You jumped into the river

You left behind this life

Maria

I cannot bring you back

I cannot give your ghostly life meaning

Maria

But speak as I do

And the list all the reasons

Maria

You just stare back at me

And be that indecipherable

Maria

Everything is backwards

You are not here

Maria

But every waking moment I have

Is spent with you

Maria

Maria: Falling into the River.

Maria

I don't know you

Thats what scares me so

Maria

I have dreamt of you

But that doesn't make you alive

Maria

You hold the keys to my heart

I can't open the gate for anyone else

Maria

You and I met only once

The night of your death

Maria

I couldn't stop you

From that path you wanted to take

Maria

I can't swim

Thats why I didn't save you

Maria

Why didn't you kick your legs

Why didn't you stay alive

Maria

I couldn't see you in the river

I couldn't see your body

Maria

The headlines don't do you justice

You were far sweeter

Maria

I fell in love with you

Though I didn't even know you

Maria

I fell for you

Then you jumped

Maria

Come back to me

Or leave my dreams

Maria

I want you here

Or I want you gone

Maria

I'll see you on the other side

We'll meet when my time is up

Unexpected Destruction

Destructive forces

Giant waves of molten rock

Hurricanes of whistling steam

Spiders of epic proportions

Crowds upon crowds of angry people

A crow with a bomb

A rockstar with a vision

Two people aiming for world peace

The newly found homeplace in cyber space

Street lights

Artists with dangerous ideas

Workers with regular ideas

Politicians with good ideas

A rainstorm of dogs and cats

A hole in the ozone

Encyclopaedias for undiscovered letters

Undiscovered letters being written

Thinking too much

Eating too little

Looking too long

Holding back when you mean to say something

Sleep deprivation

That one old photograph

Which one destroys you?

Me

This is the moment

When the old walls fall

In the time it takes

For a single step to be taken

I realized

I'm okay with being no one

Instantly the future faded

The dreams of daring died

I became an average man

And my myth went missing

But in the time it takes

For a single step to be taken

I became myself

In blissful anonymity

The stars of destiny that hang above

Belong to other souls

I'm just a little man

But I know who I am

The First Line can be Ignored.

I am both living and dead

How I do not know

But I guess these words

That may be true

And choose to throw my weight

Unto these worthy thoughts

Give them life through punctuation

Spell away all doubts

With the spell of written letters

and the spelt words

That spill from my slippery wrists

Conviction and beauty

are the markings of merit

The hallmarks of honesty

Piles of unimportant articulation

All used to make one point

More like a work of art

Than just a drawing

More like the mighty Nile

Less like the backyard creek

But what do words do

Apart from tell a tale

The simply put a face

On a preexisting body

The idea may be flawed

But the explanation is immaculate

What matters the content

If only it matches the colour scheme

Anything can be made a lie

And my beautiful words prove it so

The Hopeless Romantic

I would live in silence

Than to hear you cry

I would wander sightless

Than to see you die

I would give up feeling

Than to feel goodbye

The Peace of Animals

One day

I'll be a bird

who views the land from the flowing clouds

with the wind as my dearest friend

and my songs the only words I ever speak

One day

I'll be a bear

who feels the land with every step

as it whispers the story of the ages

and I'll belong to that earth I walk upon

One day

I'll be a seal

who moves through the frozen sea

laughing, playing, and eating fish

at peace with what lies above and below

Our shared stars.

We lay on the ground

Look to the stars

And wonder it's like

Way out there

We don't realize

That while the stars above shine

Our city lights

Are shining as well

And those in heaven

And other places beyond

Look to our street lamps

Marvelling

They wonder what it's like

Way down there

I'll sleep then.

I never slept

I went from day to day

Without the bash of an eyelash

One day

I died

And went off to the heavenly host

The heavenly host

(In benevolence unmeasurable)

Told me that I could do anything imaginable

And I promptly laid on the clouds

Shut my eyes

And went to sleep.

What I Want or The Frighteningly Honest Poem.

I want to completely change my life for no reason

Does that make me crazy?

I want to get burnt by the summer sun while on B.C. beaches

I want to learn a trade while secretly becoming wonderful at drawing and poems

I want to find a frizzy haired lover who is so sarcastic people think we hate each other

I want to learn to play some form of instrument and write some form of average songs

I want to grow a garden with trellises FUCKING EVERYWHERE!

I want grandchildren

I want all these things near an ocean.

Near a beach.

I want these things.

And it is not changing my life for no reason.

It's embracing the future as something that will one day be now.

And I'm ready to start walking the road to that tomorrow.

Holy shit, I'm scared.