Dead Roses

To bring your fears to light, misconstrued to life, personal plight dance to others delight
The theater so shakespearean like, from killing fields to feels only viewed by inner sight
The pain’s louder than sage cleansing a house, sage advice when your head’s in a vice
What good a trove if deeply embedded in strife, squeezed eyes excruciating wanting ice

Jewel heist of diamond mine hauled from depths of mind by forked tongues silver lined
Got it in spades down deep to the marrow, can’t hide fully these valuables meant to shine
Flesh and blood merely enshrine, nothing but thin veneer to a ornate rhythm and rhyme
Penrose over my primrose design, rosewater and witch hazel wash away the daily grime

Fake love and falsehoods, bouquet adorned brims in church pews, if only gardens grew within people instead of hypocrisy
Pride before a fall, the promising harvest turns autumn and the garlands resting in colors dead and of mediocrity
Black, white and then everything else is grey; staticky and snowy channels for eyes like malfunctioning televisions
No man’s perfect especially where their livelihood’s on the line, the tint withered up like the sight of dead roses and -isms
©2019 loose.leaf.lover

Sunday Services ii

I silently thought I understood the complexities of the soul, and why such basic and raw emotions could cause a metropolis to be born from the mere exchanging of words; this sharing of feelings. I can see how a bustling Babylon is built off something initially thought small, but encompasses all. How we link up through these emotional roads, further expanding upon what was known.
I remember speaking a lonely “I love you”, a expression that left the heart of existence and ventured pass these marble statues and towering modern fortress wrapped up in steel and stone; these constructs born from a need to protect what we think is fragile or vulnerable.
Our own very naked soul, the foundation dressed up in a thing of beauty and wonder in it’s own right.
My little “I love you”, my expression from the soul, ventured outside of it’s guarded realm and into the jaws of the unknown. You all know that moment, in which, you’ve confessed something that you felt was so important and so precious, and how it just hangs in the air awaiting a response from the person you intended it for?
That moment can feel like an eternity, just waiting for the acknowledgment of your expression in order to connect and link up to another’s road.
And if you happen to gain access into another’s modern fortress, you should know that there are sections that take time to access, but that initial confession had reached the very heart of that person’s existence. They felt you, and in feeling you, they allow you in a bit more at a time.
This happens with mere words, random conversations involving nothing at all to onlookers, but it’s the building of bonds and roads.
Learning and understanding. Some people have so many checkpoints in their hearts, so many levels or layers of steel and concrete, that it can be overwhelming.
But, I understand that this is a structure built due to the accumulation of pain over the years. I understand the methods and mentality of those marauders, overcome by their own selfishness and avarice.
I guess nobody truly wishes to live inside such a confined space. Imagine that, there’s this unlimited existence that’s meant to be free being confined (well, attempting to be confined) inside this shoddy and illy made structured box.
That’s how I see people and their fortress as being.
©2013 loose.leaf.lover

For Your I’s Only

Running off emotions raw as tripping on something trivial and falling to the pavement, scraping and scaring your face up

A taste of iron mingling with gravel, dirt and saliva; open up your mouth and red letter verses compliment my corporal

All in the name of “I never meant to hurt you” or in statuses of “it’s complicated”, yet it’s eternity awaiting for change to come to you

Quality velvet virtues, exhibition of a martyr, every brick and slattering in between of mortar I am the museum and culture

Heavy weights these shoulders hoist and holster, the burdens from both sides has me balancing like a yin and yang logo

Felt like solo, it’s to the brim and I’m spilling over, the blessings and curses forever together in holy nuptials

The good weds the bad and vice versa, just like the dangling of purse strings attract the goons or the path finds the fool hopeful

Honestly I feel dead inside, body to the morgue and mortician, adorn me in floral—open cavity blossoms a botanical garden

From years of fall and winter, spring and summer seems a bittersweet fantasy grasped for only a minute with parted heavens

Is it reality or a cruel dream conjured up by some part of divinity observing silently without a care for my well-being?
©2019 loose.leaf.lover

If I Ain’t Got Nothin’

From the stitches to the scars, on a pavement for a war wafting of flames for waywardness

Numb the senses until I can perform every bit appearing seamless, breaking up shit

In a instance, cracked through more than the whole, I drown in a blue that's rhythmless

The euphoria of denial that seems a cloudless day of azure and gold into a late night's tryst

Something to do, trying to keep from breaking down and entering a final existential crisis

These imperfections of steel trying hard to perform worth, being a opus of a hammer's yield

The myriad colours of black that lined the abyss of questioning existence, the structure built

You can look insane in front of any mirrored-tinted frames, fun only privilege gilds

And when the smoke finally does clear, your structure will still be a scar the world feels

Feeling the fears of a mortal minute of struggle into the indifference a eternity has reared

The feeling in knowing the truth in fighting to be each and every day, a different type of gospel

This isn't a message for the choir, this is a shout into a eternity of cascading echoes

For those that the labyrinth mires your deepest want, the literal chains ever present

An elusive peace in a proclamation guised in glimmers, presence of sunlight and divinity

The journey forwards has been one on wounded feet, every step into a numbness just to be free

©2022 loose.leaf.lover

It’s Fun To Lose And Pretend

My repetition of the stars is like crossed hearts and swearing oaths til a spectre visits

In the land of the lustrous, what shines brighter than facets on gems refined by the gifted?

Pass blocks where they throw up fingers twisted like mudras, where chains link more than fences

Wanting to be illustrious with the penmanship vivid, found my solace in the silence

The common man is art when there's more to it than a gimmick to sparked interest

Plot them out, show scars weren't the only souvenirs on a journey worth living

Blotted out in zen penned in a litany of letters, to hold then purge my quarrels within

A prison that'll cripple you more than the physical can rend, or a dais freedom tends

To mistreat or treat, either with steel or lavish in velvet the way with exhibits and artisans

The balancing act of walking between the cracks, trying not to descend into abyssal trends

Because to once again slip into the depths, is more about the spiral than the fall's end

To look in the mirror to find a semblance of clarity, a sliver of sanity to contend

Within whirling voices, a cacophony of loose ends begets a vortex in this void of skin

A nod to pretend that the veneer isn't wearing thin, or words have no limits in messages we send

Where to begin, when I don't know if this is a numbness or a epiphany settling in

More than a "how was your day?" could bear to hear, this is the coping mechanism for loneliness 

©2022 loose.leaf.lover

Storm

Lightning flickering,
Illustrations of silent thoughts
Amidst valleys of weather vanes
And lightning rods,

She is my wind’s tale,
My raging storm’s focal point;
All being a vortex of chaos
Behind a pair of cloudy optical orbs

Thunders my inner turmoil,
And echos of it’s ethos
Flood my visage’s part
I’m visibly shaken;
Rain dance with fingers to jot

Sparks fly ember and gold
Amongst nights of broken souls
Reignite, reunite and become whole
Why does burning passion and love
Seem to wrought us sole?

The spotlights are on,
And she’s dying to see the show
The heart’s manic scribbles;
Thespianic graffiti upon thee easel
Romanticizing her via ❤ monitor

Would you rather I bleed
Adamantly krylon or Airs of SoL?
For my muse to adore, to adorn
Vein scripts to tease your mind, slow

I’m crazily high; mad plateau
Merely off that pearl Empyrean
Your darkened featherings hid so Poe
You drop it low, but I spy you though
Knowledge from afar, but so close to H.O.M
©2013 loose.leaf.lover

Upon The Blade Of Fate

I see her, a smoky quartz within stars, a gown gathered up with sapphire clinging to her form

An outwardness to that internal shine, the balance that guides has finally manifested its resolve

The focus becomes that of a razor-edged sword, and I gradually roll from the sheath’s fold

Lotus unforrowed, the heavens align in a instant and I become the leveler of the scale’s hold

Euphoria in a azure hue comes bleeding through, my thoughts of doubt flees the path I stroll

About to lead the charge through this loneliness, the reason why is because I love you

In utter disarray, mortar breaks and parts the bricked order, in a flash of blue I grey suddenly

One dew drop off the petal falls into that of murky waters, chaotic mires slowly into mini spiralings

Choir accompanied, to know just how close my fall from grace into the awaiting arms of hell’s fire

The same exact angelic face can be one of many jewels in a hilt of a dagger turned towards you

I’m on both sides of the blade, the victor and victim joined in a embrace that seals forever
©2019 loose.leaf.lover

If Only In The Mind…

Purifier, open flames and binded sage in a space that feels claustrophobic,
Scholastic rays orchestrated to the waves belonging to spectrum of emotions
Interplay the way we intrepid vivid and vague, gentle haze bathed in Van Gogh circles
Circus from a current and some circuits, absurdity even the mundaneness of moments
Before we’re frozen and framed in a fit of rage, “control+alt+delete” to blissful Sonoma

Like an array of quartz crystals in a waltzing motion, illuminate for mental focus
Light in stark darkness, a walking aurora borealis throughout caverns of the broken
Carnal convulsions from the misdirect of base urges, lost amidst a wilderness of fossils
Atop the chakra channels— building blocks, nations rise and fall by the twist we model
If only in the mind we exist, perhaps the idea persists beyond matters and ivory walls
©2019 loose.leaf.lover

The Emp^r^r

Here comes another stone thrown to further the weight of my boulder of burdens

Absolutes become murky, crystal blue to polluted streams from wastelands of depravity

A word alone can silence another's story, a executioner's blade in the hand of a murderer

Newly emerged to you, but every vessel has a meet with shattering to reveal slivers and contents

What's tranquil to you is built on shackles and chains, no one immortalizes the slave in marvel

Fragile as a house of cards, the silhouette of a spade lays over the shoulders of a sovereign

They want you to have an ace up your sleeves in any climate, but odds are odds regardless

The curse lingers on into the modern, never to know when dawn may harbor damocles in its arches

Where the slightest breeze can be a pale horse's thunderous arrival to bloody your garments

They used to place roses at your feet and kiss each cheek upon your return, now you're horrible

"Grand rising, King" a lure to enchantment, but all these dreams led to scars and banishment

I am not that peace to covet while you remain without it, seeking rays of relief—I am not this

The world beyond our wall can fall apart creating a domino, today or tomorrow no one knows which

You can love me today and tomorrow meet with estrangement, our commitment's paper thin as cash is

Hung on the tides of time she is, my lady luck with otherworldy furs that peta can't splash red

©2022 loose.leaf.lover

Daydreaming In Her Eyes

“I daydream in her eyes”

Cathedrals of dreams, irises kaleidoscopic windows of she constantly blesses me
Scenes of we basking in divinity, I see it all pristine like lines weaving prophecies
The ties that bind worn as garment of galaxies, philosophies pale to the most heavenly
Star dust, sands of eternity, beckoning eyes that see internally endlessly
Open wounds that I’ve hid for years long doing a bid in four walls, she’s the grail…healer of everything
Oh the Lord I see exists purely in ebony, she wears suns for a halo and its orbiters as earrings
The plethora of stars are diamonds clinging to her hourglass, she’s life giving
Don’t waste her time 2016, for her life has guided us all when thee light was worth finding
She’s given my life meaning, if this is blasphemy then cast stones at me for the praising
Daydreaming in ebony, God dream, but I’m face to face with the real thing

©2016 loose.leaf.lover