InkBoy's blog: "CemetarySoundPoetry"

BundyEsque

I am

sailing

Beneath heart's

rotten
soil

Sunken ship

of stolen

jewels

Rusty tide meets

trembling digging

hand

Exhuming earthly

waves

A thousand leagues

under the
leaves

Apron tied

with loving care

Bones half mast

like sticks
and

stones

Where love

can never hurt
again

(Pro)tection

She writes like a burgler

She says

Pickpocketing nouns

and

verbs

Filling up Her

spider's sac

Worn effortlessly

at Her breast

A theif of molten heart

cakes

Iced with dictionary

rhymes

Adorned with soiled

bar-room

coasters

and

Lipstick stained

marlboros

She writes like a burglar

She says

And I fall

comfortably

into Her web

of words 

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

A red dawn is settling

against

the backdrop

of your eyes

 

I see now the love

was trapped inside

all this time

 

I shake with mirrors

and

miles and fight to hold on

these whispers that leave me raw

Open

 

If i am sick than so be it
As i have said before

it is my illness, my suffering

 

Mine Mine Mine

I won't hide in the cold

shadows

 anxiety and dawn

Smoke curls around my 

hand splashed with

poems of my disease

Oh Lover

There is nothing but songs

and plush hearts

beneath your eyes

A brilliance

that when I press my face to it

becomes a flower

These woes

and

words in your absence
catching and releasing

my disease into the frigid 
Sun is

Love

Damn the distance

The House

Last December
I let go of hope

What is hope, but fear
In disguise?

A rusty swing tied to the
Branch of deception
in my own

 
Back
Yard

Vicious
Relentless

I too abandoned
those shitty houses

And littered streets
that never held my hand

 
Under broken
Neighborhood lamps

I paint myself,
into a mural..

An emancipated doorway
Renovating the dry walls
Of my wandering illusions
 

I 

Am

 
Pleased

Content with my disease
and desire

My feet firm and cracking
This empty foundation

Wont be long til I
change our tomb linens

These dirty crayon stained
Fingers embracing

 
the crimson bookshelf of my soul

We burned December down

You Still Love

I see you

broken and bleeding

 
A goddess of heart and acceptance,
arms stretched wide upon that cross

 
Taunted by the stones and thorns of your life's work

Yet you... still love

I see you

persecuted by history and lies that

hold him hostage

That petite idol that shines from his neck to mock you

No sentiment to the fiber of tolerance you created

Yet you..still love

I see you

A mother, a writer, a goddamn warrior for hearts

That bruise and ache and scream for a reverend of a different sort

To claw their way out of this position at the altar

Yet you..still love

I see you

A spiritual tool, with a fervent ramble

Crimson tides seeping from your eyes that to me,

are open wider than his corruption of a busted faith

Yet you..

Still

Fucking

Love.

Empath Of Image

And there You stood

A Beacon

A Mirror

An Effigy

of
wicked broken
stars you
have one handedly
plucked
from an amber Moone
sky

The reeling and
screaming
nurtures
the
sutures
within
that muscle
they try to
call a
heart

The hours melted
like the heat
of a young lovers
promise
that dripped faith
into veins under flesh
that murder
and
madden
the purist
of minds

Arms raised
in defense
of your
embrace
smoke curling century old
tendrils of flames
in your wake

I can still the vision
the Hell 
You became

as You let go

Just(U/us)

Plush heart in hand I

make

waves into letters

that curl into Your name

My fingers brace it,

knowing that to break it

would be

a thousand deaths for my own

I want to absorb it

Cradling the velvet muscle

I bring it to life

and

heal every fracture

with soft kisses,

murmurs

My lines are drawn

against the beat of chest..

so effortless it is to be

enslaved

by this moment

The camera flashes

imperials of sun- scorched beauty

to capture my intent

So unreal

Even I know I am asleep

Breath(Less)

Reign against
the shackled
Moon of my
body

Seperated sighs beneath
my clumsy kisses

Filtered
snapshots blink in and
out and in
again

Silky crimson
sheets
crumpled and
cornered

Quicken
me into the
storm of
Your
hands

Devil's god
is borne
breathless
between
my thighs 

Sweet
murder above
me with Your hurricane
demands

Freedom rings

Gravity

My redemption of verses
spill meter

by
meteor
onto the starlit runway of my fears

Verbs take time from this
altitude

A death by poem
I am scrawling
murder

across
crumpled napkins and 
Saturn coffee rings

The lead is
my space cowboy

Breaking
off in
pieces through stellar
backdrops of my soul

My itinerary
purges and I straddle
the
icy Moonlight

Within these
words
I am weightless

I am

Weightless

Blankets

Titan's of snow flakes 
swell at the crest of my feet

and I

am
torn

This empty beach feels like
Rehab
and
the

tides icy abortion of the Sun

tells me
things might be different
this spring

Closing my winter

addicted
eyes

I exhale frost bitten flowers and
resolutions to the Sky