on me

come breathe
your warm breath
upon this frozen heart
melt it, sculpt it
with your subtle art
let it runs through your hands
like melted ice cream in july
take away the scales that
cover my eyes
come breathe
your ever present
ever pleasant
presence on me
shake loose the icicles
defrost my frigid soul
come breathe
on me

Ligaments and Marrow

At what point do i
attempt to cut away
at tumors and worts
to lighten the burden
on my body

When do extremities
tissue or bone
become useless to be
torn

Ligaments and marrow
divide under stress
my soul is in distress

Of what use is an eye
that cannot be tamed
what trouble could
a hand mamed
be if it cannot function

Lame
i could not run
to the hands of seperation
nor could i run from the Creator

Crippled
i would be still

Mute
i would be quiet

Blind
i would be aware
of the Mover and Shaker
in all things

a verb in past tense

who holds the keys
to my destiny
i need them back
i've tried to guide
my life's course
buts its on track

for failure of the
worst kind
i've lost my sense
of living, of breathing
love is becoming
a verb in past tense

i thought i had
everything under
careful calculation
adding, subtracting
the parts with
marked adulation

yet things
fall apart around
me, fast
things i saw
in the future
never come to pass

miley spears a nation

how pathetic
that an adolescent
can hold the attention
of a nation
steering it into vast
ignorance
away from the
prestige it boasts
all while
people starve
nations drown
alliances divide
sovereignties war
ice caps melt
liberties disappear
how pathetic

Pop-up Storybooks Are Slightly Overrated

teacher, teacher
i'm afraid i must disagree
with these fanciful tales
you're telling me

how are happy endings real
what of kings and queens
i don't believe in fairies
and the song inside has died
to a more realistic theme

i don't believe in fairytales anymore
i can't accept this lackluster lore
i know the truth is this
that the dragon eats the prince

run princess, runaway
the prince is dead and the beast is heading your way

Did Grover and Oscar Make it Past St. Peter?

it's like a reoccurring nightmare
making you my prey
tearing your soul to pieces
taking all you have
i try to run away

the more i run away
the closer i get to where
i began, covering you
like a hungry beast
stealing your pride without a care

disquieting images of your body on the floor
i can never forget what i did
and i knew i wouldn't be the last
i knew there's be more

do you even remember me
or am i just one of many monsters
under your bed
who attack then flee
leaving you for dead

tell me Jesus
is there room for monsters like me
in your paradise without a sea

PEOPLE it’s OK! COSMOgirl will save the day

i see you smiling at me
from your perch
on your pedestal
cute. smug. complete
i see your perfect curves
framed by obscene headlines
sex. drugs. rock and roll
i can’t believe that you could do such a thing
you’re just too hot for scandal

i could take you home if i wish
for a few bucks i could
delve into your sorrow
share in your pain
but i’ll never share your fame
[or your shame]
i could ignore you if i wish
but the amount of skin
is more than the "dress" your in

you’ve gone places i could only dream of
and i’ve gone nowhere fast
as your life rises and falls like the stock market
mine is steady goin’ like a toy train
on track for nothing special