Poetry

lions in the spring-time october fourth The Man in Disguise the story of peter francis

Song Lyrics

Save it for the Harbor

the story of peter francis

the little stories told by the fine tales of a man
the lies are brought upon on, as if we've stuck ourselves in GO-positions.
i position my feet in ballet's fourth
approaching the lunge
capturing the width of my surrounding situation(S).

he tells me, if i've laughed. then i've held beauty.
if i've cried. then i'm revived.
if i've loved. then i've lost and regained the part of myself worth Living for.

the wrinkles in his skin are enough to determine
the dancers forthcoming tiptoe-ing tap-ticking movements--
Graceful yet undefinably nonsensical.

he speaks in a desolate tone. he grins- and says,
his energy was left behind on the stage.

he fought, he won, he gave his all.
but the best prize ever given was
the audiences' open-arms. 

Save it for the Harbor

The wind whisks by like the kiss of my skin
In a moment, it seeps itself away
Into the only escape
The only thing you did was try
And I gave you something that you couldn’t take
Along with you
It was a burden, to say the least
A memory from lessons I’ve learned
And vowed to not repeat

But bless your beauty in a way I’ll never say again
And forgive me for all of my sins,
I’ve melted into pieces of dust in your hands,
So don’t brush away all that is left,
Save it for the harbor, and I’m whole again

The light reflects off the reminiscent smiles exchanged
Emblems of hope and disarray
Into the only goodbye
The only thing you did was try
And I gave you something that you couldn’t take
Along with you
It was a tidal wave, it sunk you in
To say the least
I tried
To say the least
We tried
To say the least
I vow not to repeat

The beauty of yours, is unraveled in me
And I’ll never speak a word of it again
Forgive my sins, forgive my bones
I’ve melted into pieces of dust in your hands
So don’t brush away all that is left,
Save it for the harbor, and I’m whole again

october fourth

the air is so thick that i can taste it.
i can smoke the air so hard,
that it lingers between my teeth.
causing my hands succumb to 
early vacations.

i can squeeze it,
and brush it
and wash it away-
it remains
liquified and
blinding. 
much like the satisfaction of the end of a day 
(well-planned).

on numerous occasions
i find myself to laugh
and consume this temptation
with fire crisping my skin
-sleeping on washing machines
for warmth-purposes. 

i am in a straight line heading north west.
you are inside of me,
and through me. and i can't say a single thing
that'll make it worth your time.

this air makes my nerves tingle-
it makes my heart beat fall flat 
and imagine itself on a deserted island
with waves crashing on my ankles.
./././././././././././
i am tight-rope walking
and you are underneath.

The Man in Disguise

When will our fingertips meet again,
in a winter's night, of greys and yellows?
What will become of our shadows,
when dusk falls, crawling and clinging,
to intimate skylines?
Who is calling out, our names to the breath
of the morning, following these characters of
yearning?
Why do I close my eyes, and imagine that this is
perfection,
ultimately at its best, brushing me on,
and stomping its body to assure me of what can be
real?

Yet how am I lingering to something so dangerous
that may cause the heart to hiberate, in the days to
follow?
The only explanation, of all of this mind-extinction
is,
I am tangled in taking all of the risks
belonging to the lust, that endears my own to be so
fortunate.

lions in the spring-time

pixeled-atmosphere aligns
the center
fused and thundering
like lions

the sky eats itself
a human dessert
craving posture
& delight

the body shines
itself like diamonds
reflecting in my pupils
distracted by the shadows
of sleeping

if you wake 
up in the mid-
dle of a spring
storm, then you
should be sure to
tie your umbrella
to your hip
hop, hip, tock
flying overthrowing-
birds tap against the windows
searching for air
for breath
demanding distinguished
troubling tremors
farce- forthcoming
see this desire?
i created it 
with my heartbeat
in mind.