you cannot stop my thoughts with a dot, Period

Roads

Wed, 15 May 2013 16:59:00 -0400

The roads we never touch
The nothings we hold
The whispers we let go
The smoke and fog we forgot to flame
The music we forgot to make
The pieces of Heaven we let slip out of our pockets.
The color we never pushed against the canvas.

The heart we keep and forget it has ever chipped a corner.
We’re everything the light creeps under.
Beneath a moon that never forgot our names.
Crescent shaped hearts after all the lovers.

Heart shaped like the moon.

The Curtains we forget to close.
The smiles we left behind.

The Mountains We Make

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 14:11:09 -0400

And as we exhale
What has this day done to me.
Living like dreams could only be touched in dreams.
It’s the perfectness, that escapes me when I’m with you.
It’s the weightlessness I feel when you wrap yourself around me.
It’s the sleep that keeps me connected to you.
It’s the sleep we touch each other in.
It’s the dreams you keep inside of me.
It’s the eyes I’m lost in.
It’s the crescent sun and a piece of the moon.
It’s the valleys we see the light through and the beautiful Mountains,
we make.

Dawn and Ashes

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 11:37:00 -0400

A crisp yellow sun smacks the black out of the sky
and orange drips like candle wax
and every shadow that had a name, forgets to whisper
the sun rules the day yet once again.

sleep loses it’s hold on gentle souls
and the body wakes what the dreams didn’t take,
the spirit wrestles the devil in the velvet horizon
and another soldering day
another work at play.
A sweet fight of love and grace and the shit the world tosses your way
until the sweat and blood evaporates.
Until the brass colored sky sinks through the rays into your ocean.

The moon can’t store all the dreams and prayers or crossed fingered whispers
make stars your safety deposit boxes in the sky
and keep your hands clutched around the beautiful things,
until dawn burns and becomes ashes fading,
Be soft and warm inside your cliche
Be the purest you can be,
between breath and exhale

Above the smoke

Thu, 14 Mar 2013 17:41:51 -0400

The worlds a cigarette. I’m just trying to get some clean air before it burns out and teach you how to fly above the smoke.

enclosing eyes

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 23:51:00 -0500

I don’t get butterflies anymore when she enters the room. The fleeting of flutters, when wings have fallen silent on an empty floor.

Though I still find her beautiful and I get lost in lovely lonely secret memories of her. I see her and there is a rush of the past that snaps back like an echo in the crack of a branch in the Forrest.

I remember her eyes just the way they are now. No new mannerisms. Just these new shoes and I wonder if a man bought these for her. I don’t care because I feel our history out weighs the honeymoon and I’ve seen more sunsets in her eyes to know that I was never looking in the wrong direction. I wish I could lengthen the wick for some chance to lengthen the night. Some nights are never meant to fall asleep as in nights like this and I ask myself. “what if these butterflies opened their eyes.”

Until I'm a Ghost

Mon, 03 Dec 2012 14:01:00 -0500

Like our days were strong. Follow something solid until shadows break against your back. Borrow some life from death and never repay the debt. twist dreams into reality and carry a pail full of weapons suitable to win any war with your heart. Sometimes the softest things can be the hardest to learn. I’ve never had stars in my pocket the dust always seems to settle in the most peculiar places. I’ll be here until I’m a ghost, dust twisted with ashes.

A Poem for the Hard Times

Wed, 28 Nov 2012 20:24:00 -0500

When soft eyes have forgotten

a chiseled glance

glass covered love in unbreakable hearts

To long to let go

To strong to let grow

If I could tell you the path of my heart,

but I’ve covered my tracks so long ago not even I know the first

steps to take back

Victor Ross II

Sun, 30 Sep 2012 16:06:23 -0400

Victor Ross II

Fri, 14 Sep 2012 12:52:00 -0400

Photo

Tue, 11 Sep 2012 11:25:00 -0400

Her Smile Cut Me

Tue, 11 Sep 2012 11:17:40 -0400

Her smile was shape like glass when it breaks. A little chipped piece of it got caught in my flesh. My arm just above the bicep. I think it was meant for my neck meant to be quick and painless like cupids arrow. The shards of her smile cut me. Her sharp smile broke off the edge of her mouth. I seem to be caught in the waves. Between storm and peace. Between fire and halo. Between absolute and destiny. My potential and the best of me. I let her smile affect me.

"As we sat inside the crashing of voices in a space that was new, voices crashed and danced and..."

Tue, 11 Sep 2012 01:32:00 -0400

“As we sat inside the crashing of voices in a space that was new, voices crashed and danced and pounded around us. With our tones and our thoughts slipping in between. The eye contact was strong and deliberate like steroids and I could see what you were saying vividly. There was green in your eyes. The wine pressed against our lips and I was jealous of it so boldly tasting your lips in front of me. We drank and our hearts were light. I thought mine had left and joined yours for a moment and with every song I watched every cell in your body scream. You love music that I cannot play. You are on a plane I have yet to grasp in the clutches of my hands or dirtied my fingers with, but I feel it near. I’ve smelt roses before my eyes felt the peddles. I’ve tasted the salt before my skin kissed the Pacific. Damn that wine was so close to your lips. I wanted to be your blood, drunk inside of you. Could I be the reason for the shape of your lips. Half tilted, crooked and wild. I felt them far before my lips met them. I saw myself in your stories, your life, the words you shaped. Though you can not make me feel anything, I felt and I’m willing to feel. This infatuation sure felt like love. At least that’s what your wild smile told me so boldly across the table then got up stumbled crashed and fell against my lips. The wine, the lips, the love. It’s hard to say what I was drunk upon.”

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I'll wait for you under the setting sun, between your skin and shadows. Closer than breathing a cold shadow tried to hold my hand. I let it touch me slightly to fill the chill. It's when the shadow persisted to stay, that is when night fell into sleep buried itself beneath the ashes of leaves in the garden. The breath that we can't take and it was you I felt inside the shadow. The innocence we can never gain back. I fell like the wicked sunsets and the clouds that tear against the sky. When the sky rips apart and we melt into the darkest burning stars twisted into the seams. Can you feel our pull our world our orbit, without my presence? A poem molded over my tongue and twisted off the edge my lips. The last of me. What will I become when my poetry runs out? When the poems fade and evaporate from my soul, my body, my blood. Evaporate like your kiss on my lips. I remember every little thing between your skin and the shadows you left behind. The last piece of poetry whispered far enough to be heard yet too soft to echo, she gentle enough to be picked up by the wind and carried to the softest part of the sky. I realized that I will never change or quit. I will continue to love and tell you this in as many breathes and poems as I can write in this lifetime and continue into the lifetime after this lifetime. Think of the language we will speak then after everything we know is bruised and crushed and buried beneath the ashes of burning sunset. and we are risen to the stars and what if we don't become the brightest stars, and we become the darkest burning ones. I don't give a fuck as long as I am a piece of the sun with you. The drugs we used to use to keep the world happy fizzled to just the presence of you was enough. One day I will begin to write the last poem ever written in this world because of you. I'll wait for you by your next breath.

Fri, 31 Aug 2012 11:53:34 -0400

sun to dreams

Fri, 17 Aug 2012 21:12:00 -0400

She remembers a time when she tasted sweeter lips because I have definitely salted her lips on many nights with tears I should have never let fall. The summer rain forgot to shine. I’ve dulled a moment so often I’m behind. You would think I was in the past how much I’ve been late, yet she waits by the silence for a cold kiss to press against the warmth of her. Trying not to be forgotten, lost, never remembered. She is patient and I am a free bird. Yet my feathers have slowly fallen and shed to the floor, she’s cadged the raven, the hawk, the falcon, the canary that sings blue songs inside of me and still in the night she wishes for me to be that breeze at the end of the tip of her wings to guide her from the sun to … dreams

"as a rose I whisper as a tree I stand as wind I listen as a mountain I understand as an ocean I..."

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 18:46:23 -0400

“as a rose I whisper
as a tree I stand
as wind I listen
as a mountain I understand
as an ocean I feel”

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"The castles and caves we make, the foundations we must break to build the masterpieces we dream to..."

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 17:12:00 -0400

“The castles and caves we make, the foundations we must break to build the masterpieces we dream to wake. Breathing simply and never letting the wind ruffle what it cannot take. My spirit has never wrestled with the wind in a velvet horizon and as the sun rose and bleached broken rocks against sand and shore I follow where the light gently rests, napping inside deep comfortable shadows in the corners of the world and warm hearts. I have closed my eyes many nights and never lost the light inside your soul. I can never hold my eyes tight enough to shut you out. When solutions of holding the night have yet all slipped away it only takes one sliver of a single memory of you and it floods like the sun and for this I live like the dawn and play like the stars. catch me, follow me, live with me again like heaven between shadows and memories, light and rain, the imperfections of myself will never amount to the drama of nature or it’s beauty. Take me as I am, hold me like the sun holds the moon and we can live again in the castles and caves we make.”

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as a rose I whisper

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 15:31:43 -0400

The Sky

Sat, 07 Jul 2012 12:30:12 -0400

The sky, the bridge, the way she smile. A poem sweet tucked into the pocket of a boy dancing his way through the day between the kiss and the sky.

Fuego

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 17:00:20 -0400

Fuego

"I adore you more than the Moon I have loved harder than the tidal waves I cherish thee more than the..."

Thu, 31 May 2012 14:38:56 -0400

“

I adore you more than the Moon
I have loved harder than the tidal waves
I cherish thee more than the Suns warmth you have become my source
Oh how I love thee more than the Moon and if you know my poems before you. They are deep into the love of the Luna and swiftly gently you have stolen the spotlight off her.
and my love has easily drifted into a River of Gold.

This peace this ease of love how it has sprouted and shouted its own name louder and louder and screamed past the brink and too far to catch. I can never ask it to come back. I have felt this, I have loved you deeper than the Moon.
She no longer satisfies my lingering eyes. You are the beautiful River.

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