Prism Sentence

Stuck like a summer’s tic
in-dispensed by your idiosyncrasies
swayed by my swallows,
surrenders and just say it-s.
I just wish I could say it.
You are milk balance-ing and perfectly placed fingers sliding under my landlocked eyes.
Not here to perform a masochist showdown,
but pull the show down.
You are like an old bar name
A hunter locked with eyes on my prey [please pray] and an arrow shot into the arms of shadows and defiance.
greed, spoil, gain. again.
sideways glances,
spasms of depth,
the rabbit hoe without referendum
silver cord, to my silver lining.
fighting for a place at the table, thought we would have an end.
are you floating,
or are we both sinking.
Listening to: Start A Riot | BANNERS

Matches for the Pyre

Trying to save your soul

Set it on fire, walked away instead

Throw in my diamonds

Out comes the whole

Like a gold chain

Rap game force fed

You forgot who I was

Picked up my crown

Drank the wine

Swords all over the ground

Like knives and guns

Protect the animals, on edge

Like a fence

Kept you out

Kept me in instead

Loose ties, loose ends

 

Always whole again. 

Truth or

Heart to the wind

I'll never call it home again

Chest full of air

Hot tempered malice to spare

Eyes on the throne

Glory to the one and all

King of all days

Go and tell someone

It's all on you

Wisdom to spare

Ransom notes full of flare

Love full of care

Hair full of flowers and feathers

Held back all the control

Take back all the words

Kiss me, or do you dare

Heartshaped Box or Nah

Lost in your eyes, a sunshine so divine.
Lost the way, but found a Savior who gave me grace.

Found a love so untouched in pace.

A super love that retains dimensions.

And sets me free in your space.

 

Unequal to a heart stop, stargazing, stuck on top the rock.

Caress so sweet, remind me why we can't walk the same streets.

Still waiting for that heart-shaped box.

Dove eyes and harmless thoughts, turned to a wisdom that can't be bought. 

Enchanted by a diamond, pressure too much to sell,

Love the way you 

...

Remember, remember

A cold shoulder
bearing the brunt of my honesty.
Bare, raw throat, silent wishfuls.

Too far in, yet never too far gone.

Facing forward, falling faster,
running harder.

You never could catch me,

but boy you always brought me electrolytes and free spirited efficacy.

and honey,
this butterfly never needed pinning,
but you soaked her with alcohol anyways.
and she drowned in the lake, floated to the river, and never returned from the ocean.

maybe one day we can share what we find.
and maybe one day we can float down the stream.

just make sure you return the fox to the forest where he belongs,

safe and sound,

in the wild.

where we always end up, and never plan to stay.

Just say yes.

You, my dear, are a glass blown water vase.
Full of stems and backbones and drowning with the absence of air.

You, my dear, like petals that keep growing back.
He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.

She loves he.


Yet every time you are, I am not.
And therefore we are not, because I am.
And he exists. And lives in me.
And you do not.

But you could.

If only He lived in you too.

My Soul, You Flaked

Darling, you are anticipated amelioration

Sun drops of warmth on my sun dried skin

A collapsing pillar of contentment

We are heaven birthed and heavy struck by non-circumvented spaces, moved furniture pieces, and black laughter

Darling, you are anticipated asunder that glistens

It’s black and sticky in my muddled cognate

You are a digital creation of words like backspace

Pasted like intolerance

Darling, you can’t glue together my lemniscated lines

Frisson, you are frisson.

The colors of your actions are the questions I will never ask.

They stare, they chant, they fly

Darling, you are awestruck and awakening

Gold paint and a soul full of cimarron

You are inconsistent labor, like oscillating threads weaving together the mural of decomposition

I dare not purse my lips

I absorb the radiating sparks of visible sunlight

Like cliche hands ticking time

Flare, to glare.

You aren't the hand in mine

And forgiveness can’t be told by 9

Stars race like caterpillars darting by

Oh darling, you aren’t the hand in mine

Flaking risk to sooth your anxious soul

-AJ

Quick disturbance of pure darkness, the unknown, with affronts on the murky 

ineffectual surface by risk induced illumination. The greatest folly is to cling to 

safety, allow the inner child of your soul to romp as it once did eons ago 

streaking and gliding on Saturn’s rings. You are a millennia with incalculable 

decades of virtue that has incised itself on the table of God’s heart. You are habit 

and habit is automatic; you are expression, you are faith with seamless passion. 

You are grey, a matte grey with enticing red folds of meticulous nature. You are 

like the settled sea and the ever crashing tides how you draw in and suddenly 

push out, then with a subtle glance facilitate ones being. Your nature is risky, 

therefore your nature is not your own; fierce in its manner of escaping the 

banalities of safe seeking conformities. The soul is to be wild not captive. True 

existence is flaking risk to sooth your anxious soul.