It’s the same old disaster revving up faster.
Our laughter at danger does not bode well for strangers
My arrangement is tired; it’s tripping on wires.
We tip-toe through tunnels of terror and triumph;
The fixture will ferment in fool-hearted banter.
and feast on the flesh of friction-less flavor.
New love speaks defiance
and gives rise to a phoenix
born from the remains
of my fallen optimist.
In the past my delusions were grandiose;
and my perception bled my intentions impure.
Down like drops of rain it poured;
a mission to cover the soars.
The sky was a disguise for their limits,
vs. my loony tune’s plea for more.
Tragedy’s tryst dressed to impress
while trouble was drilling holes in my chest.
Death bed confessions are selfish, cowardice quests
that linger for more than one mess.
Sins of the father plus sins of the grandmother
punctured our hearts and postponed our pleasure.
Their masquerade was in jest;
the feathered façade was what she did best.
I dream of the impossible;
a chance to find my missing piece.
The roads I roam are long-passed bittersweet
Dividing hands from feet;
a decade with more trick than treat.
Was I too delicate a beast?
A midst deceit I found the truth;
there in the rough I found a diamond.
And from the moment we met,
I think of no one else
Today I choose to be, to live and breathe;
to dream, to weep, and to sing in free verse.
And you, the object of my delight:
a like-minded opposite I am myself with,
a mind-fuck times six, seven, eight thousand and three.
I know that you love me with every inch of your deep.