Layers of Life

Limitless air breathes
between layers of skin,
tingles, tickles of soft wind
brings a realization smile,
the layers are everywhere.

What lies beneath your skin?
Layers of muscle, nervous system, veins, arteries and bone.

What lies under the earth?
Layers of water, dirt, lava, molten rock, rock and more.

Layers are a part of us,
a part of every aspect of life,
you can only see them,
if you truly believe.

The Tribe

Our souls collide
under masses of twinkling stars-
the clouds came out
to greet wild eyes-
energies radiate in union.
The soul's song harmonizes
wistful bodies of all kind-
a grand illusion created by minds
clears all aliments of mankind-
saviors to each being in the Tribe.

she's playing the game

what is the worry about men anyways?

I need to put on makeup
before he gets here,
oh wait, I can't wear this!
what shoes go with this?!
hair, hair, my hair!
shit!
it's a mess!
lotion, ASAP!
brush teeth, act nice,
normal, try to be normal.
smile, whoo, ok.
look hot? check.
butt looks good? awesome.
heels on with inserts.
hair down, straight. mmhm.
think I've got everything in my purse.
perfume! I almost forgot!

ding-dong.

oh crap, he's here already.

click-clank-click- clank-clank-crack.

fucking heels!
I think I did something
to my damn ankle!
fuck!
I'll just roll it around,
it'll be fine.

crank.

Hello darling!

"Hello."

He's smiling that smile,
good.I know I look damn good!

Won't you come in?

gotta turn around stylishly
so he can get a good look
at my ass!
grab some wine,
and get comfy in the livingroom
before we go out.
mmhmm, I'm so making him drool over me.

already feel the weight
of his stare, perfect.

Cab good for you?

"Perfect hun."

you betch your ass
it's perfect! you have no
idea what's in store for you mister.
lead him to the living room,
music! crap! I forgot to turn the
music on! I'll just play it off.

Would you like to listen
to some music darling?

"Sure."

put on some iron and wine.
hell yeah.
got to sit close enough
to him, but not too close.

game time.

lower than seven feet under

Times in life,
the down is underground,
beneath the seven-foot grave
they dug her grandfather.
soul decays faster than body
when maggots feed from eye sockets,
emotions are as stale as
a year old cracker sitting
on an abandoned shelf.
the pain subsides with each
passing wind, carried
into the atmosphere,
eventually flocking down
in sheets of rain.

there is a want to believe
in salvation, happiness
of any form, but her soul
continues to break down
in the soil of feverish plenty,
beneath the seven foot grave
they dug for her grandfather.

The Drive to Canada

Borrowed a hat
Along the Georgia-Florida state line,
A man was walking down the road
Pulled up and quietly asked,
"Do you need a ride?"
He shook his head slowly
But smiled in thanks,
Gave me his baseball hat
And kept walking.
The sun shone too brightly
Reflecting off timid eyes,
Strung the cap over head
Watched the road ahead start to cry,
Kept on driving through
Plymouths of tears,
Around mountain-sides and towns
Toward the destination expected,
Somewhere up high
Along the lines of Canada,
The only place where gravity
Still has impact on sullen feet.

Borrowed a hat
Along the Georia-Florida state line,
A man gave it to me
Right before I cried,
It was to keep the sun from
Spearing my pale eyes,
A reminder good still lingers
Among lustful sediment,
A push to keep me driving
North to my promised land.

Once Lovers

You're not my lover anymore,
I dreamt you're no longer mine,
It made all reality more concrete
And I wept, for our future is no longer
So predictable or conscience.

You're still my lover evermore,
I dream you're still mine,
I hold you tight every night
And weep tears of joy for the past,
For love that could have been strong.

You're my friend till the end,
I know that love will prevail,
Though every other love has failed
And I'll be here from present till death,
A knot in your heart that will never be put to rest.

Presently, I am at my Worst

Mildly confused with a hint of stressful beckoning,
I begin the day at the dawn of midnight.
Sleep will not allow itself to overcome my being,
consequently I sit in a chair,
under soft yellow light illuminating from a bulb up above.
The Unicorns resonate from the computer's speakers,
bellowing life from the angle I feel it turning.
Wishful thinking leads me to want my soul out of my body,
there's still a tiny black hole inside
my humanity sucking happiness away.
Cigarette, oh beautiful joy save me!
The navy blue blanket in the sky pulls
the craving back inside the black hole
and inhibits my entire body.
ADHD draws me away-
I look at my hair curling into knots,
eyes darting, mind wandering
along the lengths of every bothersome
nuisance in life, bah humbug.
Unicorns come back into earshot,
twisting me off into the fate of life,
the decomposing of my brain
and all other organs that plan to fail.
I simply smile in spite of the future,
the past but mostly, the present.
I'll persistently lag on with a laugh,
for what else can one do
when laxidasical attitudes and
jumpy personalities wreck your day.