Scraps

It's hard to own everything I do

especially my feelings

As they hide behind childish lies 

I cannot hear.

 

In life with early incident reflections before critique de colors

 

Lost in lust 

My love materializes flesh

 

Sometimes you just don't care

And that is what scares me most

 

Spun off into oblivion

I sought truth

 

Coming down

Having retrieved

Something beyond

The perfection in chaos.

 

Eventually,

 

I had to do something

Rather than take something

 

In order to feel

 

Different. 

 

Better.

 

I cannot imagine you ever having shared pleasure before, nor ecstasy, especially orgasm.

Can you protect and control the infection of my desires?

 

Amazing ife goes in without you here somewhere else we simultaneously exist in time but

Not space

 

I fist blue steel

Resist weight

 

I can hear the potential in a train wreck

But black streeks across the highway

Indicate where you flipped off the road 

And my love for you became vertigo

 

You know how I feel even when I am not around

 

Dreams bring me to you!

 

Fallen Angel

 

Why give people the power to "make" you do things?

 

You'll never feel as good as you did with me

Without me

 

The last star of night

 

Reached for morning

 

Racing the sunrise home

Into the first fog of fall

 

My deer bound over barbed wire

 

Around the corner 

From my place.

 

Tavius Dyer (Scraps to become in 1/6/12)

This entry was posted in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

*

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong> <font color="" face="" size=""> <span style="">