bonding. sacred. bound.

If my heart breaks, do you win?
If it's silent, does God win?
Do we fade in and out like the lamplight
relative to the sun,
captured in nightfall's black hands?

Bonding...
Sacred...
Bonding...
Sacred...
Bound?

Did I sigh out loud,
or is my misery
a mystery of the rosary?
Does rain fall at nightfall
through black open storm clouds
that are God sent,
but what's a Godsend?
Is that just you and I?

Bonding.
Sacred.
Bonding.
Sacred.
Bound.

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September 14th, 2009

before it all

when we wake up inside
do we feel these walls
as we rush away,
sweet and sane --
are you now? --
as you are
running down
our place,
do we decay
like gardens
before spring,
empty, as a vase
held wilted flowers
of my sex?

calm

The calm beneath the storm, the wind beneath the waves that keeps them rolling... how you been? Was what I meant to say tarnished in water and whitewashed that day in the sand, in your grain, in the harvest hour, where we were ridiculed, but found what we desired? By the storm, by the eve when the saviour did lay, there in His house did the goddesses pray?

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November 3rd, 2009

to inflect

You seem to know what I'm up against;
You seem to know what I'm standing for;
(Why) Is this between us?
What I believe in,
Has it conquered what I felt before?
Are we drowning in empty waters as I conjugate your verbs?
(Why) Is this what we squander? They're only words.
Maybe what you're looking for isn't in the dictionary;
Maybe its parallel was lost at sea.
When you see what's going to be,
Well, maybe then there'll be belief,
relief, and benefit.