cosmic plight of innocence, drown the sight of common sense, rein-burst me with those compliments and change the light of opulence. make me see what cant be sung hollowed out by the eclipsed sun. awake in the grass, fall down, back asleep, in and out of conscious reach. hear me, heard me, saw me run, screaming at you in toxic tongue. fading in and out with sound, until you hit the concrete ground. blurs in motion become undone, eyes narrow on a precious son. imprisoned heart beat, hear that roar, the cage will break and I can sore. song bird sing that hazy tune, in hope for a day lived half past noon. in fear and faith they watch him rest, he is after all whom we detest. the ironic still, the knacks & nics of tacs & tics, that perfect heaven in that second fix. cook it up and press it down. euphoria exit all around. ive never been and ill never go, but ive seen the play and its too much show.
© m.f. /Roxywaters Dec. 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
My Contentment.
My feet touch the cold concrete.
I lean against the old rusted railing of the balcony.
I watch….
I watch as the moons sparkle reflects against the ocean…
The soft, yet smooth glow,
Completely magical,
Reflecting off the mysterious sea.
I may not have much, but these things…
These are always here for me.
The waves soothe my mind,
The air calms my nerves.
I am at ease.
My confusion is gone.
Here I am …
Here I will stay…
Here is my place…
Where I am content.
I lean against the old rusted railing of the balcony.
I watch….
I watch as the moons sparkle reflects against the ocean…
The soft, yet smooth glow,
Completely magical,
Reflecting off the mysterious sea.
I may not have much, but these things…
These are always here for me.
The waves soothe my mind,
The air calms my nerves.
I am at ease.
My confusion is gone.
Here I am …
Here I will stay…
Here is my place…
Where I am content.
© m.f. /Roxywaters 2006
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Poetic License.
An annoying scratch at the back of the back of the throat. The simplistic serenade of a fine tuned guitar. The moon huge, the stars bright. We lay here on the roof of hope. We stare into eachothers eyes. We whisper bits of truth, bits of lies. Electricity fills the warm air. How much of this is real? I stare in awe at his lips, the countors of his face, his silhouette in the night sky above. A sudden screech of a loud speaker, a slur of the words, a blur of the colors.
"You're not supposed to understand!" he yelled back. A slam of a door, a leap of faith. His feet leave the shingles. The flutter of wings follow an unfogiving sound.
"You're not supposed to understand!" he yelled back. A slam of a door, a leap of faith. His feet leave the shingles. The flutter of wings follow an unfogiving sound.
© m.f. /Roxywaters May 2007
Subtle Landing
Warrant?
I think not.
Words scribbled across the page.
Stars hang from the ceiling fan.
Books bleed on the floor.
Happy. Happy. Happiness.There is no such thing.Oranges in an orchard.
Birds in a tree.
Every time I look this world seems quite silly.
Outstretch.
Stand up.
Fly.
Awaken.
And die.Melatonin comatose.
Love. Love. Overdose.Face it. Take it. Love it. Leave it.
What's there left to do in the end but.
.
.
.
.
I think not.
Words scribbled across the page.
Stars hang from the ceiling fan.
Books bleed on the floor.
Happy. Happy. Happiness.There is no such thing.Oranges in an orchard.
Birds in a tree.
Every time I look this world seems quite silly.
Outstretch.
Stand up.
Fly.
Awaken.
And die.Melatonin comatose.
Love. Love. Overdose.Face it. Take it. Love it. Leave it.
What's there left to do in the end but.
.
.
.
.
J.U.M.P.__
© m.f. /Roxywaters Jul. 2007
Don't Quote Me On It
Don't Quote me on it.
the world is my oyster
my legs are weak
my hands shaking
on the outside poised and steadied
blotchy and red
I'm growing up
old lies and new truths
come alive
"responsibility
that's what it's about"
replaying in my head
till I cant sleep
on edge
security.
social.
number.
I'm just a number?
Tide pulls us in.
Sun pulls us out.
fucking it up
flying straight
dis belief from both ends
what to do but soar in limbo?
until further notice
sign here. X_______________© m.f. /Roxywaters April 2008
Kitchen Shears.
I find myself falling down.
my hopes and dreams
pegs
Holding me. Straight.
Her voice strong and melodic,
A jewel in the window's sun.
Confidence is written in the clouds...the clouds are closer to you.
Earth is where the heart is,
But heaven holds the soul.
I want you like a heart break.
but I still want you.
but you only need me.
Shallow and cold.
Time is a mountain.
Im waiting.
Im searching.
but I'm standing in the same place.
we're all okay.
it
will
all
BE.
okay
I'm living on my knees in the shadow of your life.
"Fear nothing" she says.
"Understand me!" he gasps back at her with every fiber he has left .
They came home to find a smeared heart, red paint
across their living room wall.
While nothing was said, everything was heard.
They fell into each other.
Passion overtakes them. Walls fall down.
The next morning he turns to find a note. He clenches his fists, but as angry as he is tears form in his eyes.
"Fear nothing" he says.
The next time she sees him it is much less than a love story.
She identified him in her black dress, oddly appropriate for the occasion.
I'm sorry.
More sorry than you'll ever know.
Answers for hatred.
Try to find them...
Innocent child of tomorrow.
Don't grow up.
Don't ever change.
You're all that I've got.
I'm standing with my arms wide open,
But where are you?
The ocean, shes calling.
The waves lure me in.
The gulls show me the way.
I need you, but you only want me.
The gray dawn is proving her point.
And this time I'm going to let myself sink.
I'm sorry.
More sorry than you'll ever know.
She fell down the porch stairs
and just watched the clouds go by.
The incessant buzz of freedom lingers in the air.
Melt me like ice
with your cigarette butt.
Wrestle with the piano keys,
but thats no way to make music.
So let the ink drop down
and swallow you whole.
One thing for sure...
You'll never be the same.
© m.f. /Roxywaters Sep. 2008
my hopes and dreams
pegs
Holding me. Straight.
Her voice strong and melodic,
A jewel in the window's sun.
Confidence is written in the clouds...the clouds are closer to you.
Earth is where the heart is,
But heaven holds the soul.
I want you like a heart break.
but I still want you.
but you only need me.
Shallow and cold.
Time is a mountain.
Im waiting.
Im searching.
but I'm standing in the same place.
we're all okay.
it
will
all
BE.
okay
I'm living on my knees in the shadow of your life.
"Fear nothing" she says.
"Understand me!" he gasps back at her with every fiber he has left .
They came home to find a smeared heart, red paint
across their living room wall.
While nothing was said, everything was heard.
They fell into each other.
Passion overtakes them. Walls fall down.
The next morning he turns to find a note. He clenches his fists, but as angry as he is tears form in his eyes.
"Fear nothing" he says.
The next time she sees him it is much less than a love story.
She identified him in her black dress, oddly appropriate for the occasion.
I'm sorry.
More sorry than you'll ever know.
Answers for hatred.
Try to find them...
Innocent child of tomorrow.
Don't grow up.
Don't ever change.
You're all that I've got.
I'm standing with my arms wide open,
But where are you?
The ocean, shes calling.
The waves lure me in.
The gulls show me the way.
I need you, but you only want me.
The gray dawn is proving her point.
And this time I'm going to let myself sink.
I'm sorry.
More sorry than you'll ever know.
She fell down the porch stairs
and just watched the clouds go by.
The incessant buzz of freedom lingers in the air.
Melt me like ice
with your cigarette butt.
Wrestle with the piano keys,
but thats no way to make music.
So let the ink drop down
and swallow you whole.
One thing for sure...
You'll never be the same.
© m.f. /Roxywaters Sep. 2008
la muerte de un español Scarlett
Her smoking eyes
Under the moonlight
She juts out from the mast
Chalking up memories
Of an uncertain past
She holds her breast in strength. sorrow. &fear.
Shes all she has
&all she knows
An unbroken revere
She flies fast above the thrashing seas
That she has called home for years
Made of stone,
&rightfully so
She un-complicates what she bears
Her dress, draped, falls onto her skin
She braces herself
Effortlessly
While holding her precious sin
Hermoso nene
Her only fault
Life now in a tarnished halt
We question her faith,
Noticing the cross she bears around her neck
Sólo la muerte es el presente
In just a glance we recognize this
As a beacon of strength
We feel the suffering
&want to know the rest of the story
This is the last of it
The only thing left
to commemorate her glory© m.f. /Roxywaters Mar. 2009
OVERCAME.
I
stand
here
wallowing
in
my
sin
of
choice.A
solitary
breeze
falls
down
onto
me.Trees
whisper
the
names
of
those
gone
from
this
life
I
lead.They
don’t
hold
back.They
speak
all
of
my
shortcomings,
almost
letting
me
forget
the
good
I’ve
done
today.Water
nearby
ripples
sneaking
up
behind
me.I’m
being
haunted
by
my
own
desires.Fortitude
of
thought,
lift
me
up
where
I
belong.Cast
me
out
unto
the
ground
below.Wind
moves
through
me.My
lips
and
fingers
cool
to
the
touch.I
recount
where
I
have
been
and
regroup
to
where
I’m
going;
falling
somewhere
in
between,
landing
in
the
here
and
now.PRESENT.“I
am
nowhere
and
it’s
now.” The
wind
stops,
leaving
me
with
a
full
breath
in
my
lungs.All
noises
stop
and
I
have
reached
that
place. Wrong
denial
and
worthy
of
hope.I
drop
my
thoughts
and
it
picks
up
again.When
will
I
understand ?and
when
will
I
see
all
that
is
forgiving
around
me?Today
marks
a
day
unlike
the
many
that
have
come
before.Chucked
into
the
ocean
I
find
my
way
out.Simp-
less-ly.Wreck-
less-ly.
Living.
Beyond
a
shadow
of
a
doubt.Love
is
coming.Ringing
in
my
ear.It
is
forming.Rising
up
behind
me.All
that’s
left
is
fear
to
be
overcame.
stand
here
wallowing
in
my
sin
of
choice.A
solitary
breeze
falls
down
onto
me.Trees
whisper
the
names
of
those
gone
from
this
life
I
lead.They
don’t
hold
back.They
speak
all
of
my
shortcomings,
almost
letting
me
forget
the
good
I’ve
done
today.Water
nearby
ripples
sneaking
up
behind
me.I’m
being
haunted
by
my
own
desires.Fortitude
of
thought,
lift
me
up
where
I
belong.Cast
me
out
unto
the
ground
below.Wind
moves
through
me.My
lips
and
fingers
cool
to
the
touch.I
recount
where
I
have
been
and
regroup
to
where
I’m
going;
falling
somewhere
in
between,
landing
in
the
here
and
now.PRESENT.“I
am
nowhere
and
it’s
now.” The
wind
stops,
leaving
me
with
a
full
breath
in
my
lungs.All
noises
stop
and
I
have
reached
that
place. Wrong
denial
and
worthy
of
hope.I
drop
my
thoughts
and
it
picks
up
again.When
will
I
understand ?and
when
will
I
see
all
that
is
forgiving
around
me?Today
marks
a
day
unlike
the
many
that
have
come
before.Chucked
into
the
ocean
I
find
my
way
out.Simp-
less-ly.Wreck-
less-ly.
Living.
Beyond
a
shadow
of
a
doubt.Love
is
coming.Ringing
in
my
ear.It
is
forming.Rising
up
behind
me.All
that’s
left
is
fear
to
be
overcame.
© m.f./Roxywaters March 2009
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