The Lost OnesStruggle to gauge thoughtsdecipher repetitive “I am not”brush to breathe upon suffererswhom should not send lettersblind pilots freelance atmospheric paper routesdeliver silent parades among formidable selves - slave to not looking upplucking diamonds from their brains.
Violent RenewalHatching ideasit's darktoo darkthis dream,shadow mantells meto grinbare alluse thumbshe squeals,less-apt calmride alongconsumed ofstudiouseyes,nostrilslift &transcendbrilliantlySpring flowerssurroundland-basedbodies,lost freedomstingsinsidesceaselessI begin tocryas if beingfilmed,tearstowerselflesscheeks,indrawn seasfall onto lapdrowninghungering earthcaughtby awishto up.wake me
The Sound of Air DyingI go downrun out of human air oxygen empties my chest breaks heavy
I Set My Shadow LooseI set my shadow loosethe dreary warmthleaving the touchto find a new specter.Much later...I find her cryingon a highway overpassshe sees me eat a secretI spit the lies in her face“Go away!” I say.She jumps.The water belowwalks ahead of mecarries herwith pocket holesfor breathing.Somedaysomething will drag usback together.For now, I keepthe great poetsbottled insideof this bodyno longer bound.
The Life of the PartyI have been to lots of parties,barricaded by both men & womenthickened with unwinding alcohol.Quite the life you already know,very secret lives, everyone make-belieflying through their cock-thickening mouths....sole motives to only shirk, beat out with eyes,nearly diamonds, the brightness letting us drown.Out of touch .... yet everyone rubs nigh,wandering vacuums, too near to hearwhat's already been spoken, sucking up glow & alluringpersons, whom are feeble ... too far behind.Tinkering hands and looped musicpollinating dingy brains.Spellbind grief, unbearablyreminds you, the life of the party....can't get there from here.
Beginning Reaches The EndEmpty skystranded bucket of starscolliding distant galaxiesno more seeking bifurcate cosmosno more orderly harmonious destiny.
What a Writer must do.To live beyond the worda writer must trust the wounds,human suffering,a preludeof what is about to come.The lack of words is what a writermay need to endeavor.Precisely, revive a bruised landof skinbreathlessly stretchedto the inner acheof all mankind with wineupon the lips, a writer persists,times when there will be nothing leftto feel, belonging at all risk.
Pen NameYour heart is the vital necessity of my existence.The useless woman I had been before you,precedes understanding.Yes, I did have a name, bearing upon scrutiny.O, but you directly named me Asteriaand so “Ashley Saylor” in a sea of poetsdoes not possibly stand out as passionateand honestly not a luxury compared unfairlyto Asteria Sinclair.
I do this for you, really. A pocket full of decomposing starsdelicate bones in drawers,the sightof blood soakingunder newly pedicuredtoes – exciting. Walking home,bird with no wings. Spare some conspiracy,just don't feel up to flying this one night.
The Day My Life Gained MeaningI locked you in my heartand threw away the keybut you picked that damnedrustyworthless lockand broke free.My screams of protestfell upon deaf ears.You stole my heartright from my chestand seconds before I died,you placed your heartin my empty chest—smiling—and whispered(Though it might as well have been a scream)"I love you."
the recklessness i discarded to the starshe still lingers in the poems on my wristin the scars that were never even therebut still refuse to leave my sighthe had the sky in his eyes,mid-afternoon beauties so blinding and searing and painfuli couldn't help but gaze up at that sunbut god, i am so much lowermy eyes are the color of an early duskan ending and the tearsof tiring childrenthere is no sunset or fingerpaintingjust the darknessjust the sadness before the stars and moon and romancei have never held a love so truefor someone i didn't even love at alland the facts are all therethe math checks out even nowi still wish that the blankets smothering me at nightcould be his armsno fanfare, no lovejust reality and his scarily clear eyeson an overcast day when i am unafraid of heightsand freedommaybe that's all i really wanted from the start
Love and shardsYour warm lightReaches for my heartA call for loveA great passionBut you can't touch itIt's broken and darkenedAnd the sharp shardsWill break your skinYou'll have to waitWhile I pick up the piecesAnd put them togetherSo someday loving me will be safe
not a placeyour brown eyesblack in shadetree sap to trap bugs in lightyour soft hair, soft cheeks, soft backsoft allyour hand on my shoulder a homeyour voice to me a home
My Best FriendEven from our firstExchanging of wordsMy heart meltedBecause of youYou are my bestAnd most intimate friendIn all honestyThese feelings are notMerely platonicYour very beingPermeates throughTo my dreamsThose wondrous, soporific thoughtsHeighten my current feelingsTaking them to new extremesI want them to remain with meForever
Vital AssetVital AssetBy PuabiWhen you have treasures,They may be lostBut they can be replacedI have had treasures beforeSome were lostSome were stolenBut I have one assetThat I will never loseEven when I dieIt is LoveMy most vital assetThough it may be replacedIt may not be the sameOur love will surviveThrough each age"How many lives we have livedI may not knowBut I know we were together."
Twenty-fiveYou shall never lose me.Only you can tasteThe honey of my heart.Only you can feelMy love when times are dark.Only you can touchEvery inch that is my skin.Only you can seeAll of me there is within.Only you can hearMy secrets buried deep.Only you can beThe shoulder when I weep.Only you are the one,The one that's meant for me.Only you are the one,And you shall never lose me.
WaitingEach wordThat you type across the screenFills my heart with joyYour intellect aloneDrives me crazyBut in the best of waysI can't even begin to tell youHow long I've waitedFor youI suspect that you may already knowThough it would beA downright dirty lieIf I said that lustful imagesOf the two of usDidn't constantly fill my thoughtsAnother emotion is even moreEver presentI long for the dayIn which I can stareDeeply into your eyesAnd let my true feelings be known
A Gift Of Me...I give to you a gift of me...best of all, this gift is free.Take me for what you want...just be sure to want all you take.Take my heart, take my body,take everything you desire.I belong to you, and no other.I can be both friend and lover.This gift is your's as you desire...mind of power and heart of fire.You will find that I'm a tasty treat,one to be savored like fine candy.So I give to you a gift of me...no need to unwrap, unless you want.I am your's to enjoy and play with...and yes, I do make such a great gift.--RKJ
Our Loveour love, a pear i eatwhile on my periodbumpy curvessending creasesburned browned spotsthrough smooth surfacesand blood clots