poetry is more than a language or something to read
so I will teach a blind man how to speak

lava lamp Jonas
tried to scam me again
acting like
he can sell a potable fireplace
or the color to your lovers eyes
or even a warmth that feels like home...

...psh what a ***...
...
..
.

microwaveable "Soup of Smiles; one taste true happiness."
~
impatient circuit breakers going through
mid-life crisis an endless trial
adding unsatisfied smiles
~
the sand burns her skin when she
wants the warmth to hold her
tears dripping down against a bitter smile

you give me so many bad ideas
like falling in love with my eyes close

each time a poet confesses the same love in a new way,
it is a moment one can truly never recreate.
just as a beach collects ashes from another dying stone,
this miracle allows sand to grow.
and as my words gather-
fall from my lips and slip through your hands-
a soft bay is what we have made
to fall upon-to hold this warmth
from the light of a future filled full of love
and joyous laughter.
upon a quilt switched from memory and inspiration
I lay next to the woman I want to waste with-
until the age of reckoning.
and once we pass
my heaven would be to live past
the age of one-hundred,
lost in a future time
seeing your smile through a strangers eyes,
again and again for
longer than  eternity.
even at the cost of my memory
just knowing our souls
would seek to stay intertwined
falling in love as if it was the first time-
makes me smile the same way you make me smile to this day
and forever

a l w a y s

I never understood why a butterfly stopped flying
,would lie on its leaf and stop trying,
until the truth she said turned into only her lying
now I can't stop
only start crying.

“why don’t you write me a poem?
You are a poet- it is your day of love.”

I held her but felt her hold her breath
She cried then laughed about life always being the same
She didn’t want to sleep so I stayed awake
I awoke in freezing pain
I’m just bleeding out in a bath
from a live heart surgery she gave me during Valentine’s Day

rotten teeth speak forgotten truth,
back when the days of sin were sung by shadowed youth,
through the dark-it sparked-so many ingenious risks,
Cyanide apple seeds swallowed by society’s rejects,
no one is sour-not even the insects dare to be bitter,
Year 1981 was the time to be alive / never have I ever wanted to relive those memories as much as I do now...

my daughter sees all love,
in the sunlight she keeps beauty
we named her harmony for no harm to come
to her future daughters and company.
~
she was a lava lamp of love
giving off all she got
now 23 years pass all it's gone
no more light in a circle of dark.
~
maybe I shouldn't complain
all my life I begged for death
it's amazing how it can all change
given sunlight telling your lovers your wet
from the dark cloud chasing
you with empathetic tears
we call rain.
~
if I could get a second chance I wouldn't hesitate
to look back all my mistakes at a second glance
it's all meant to stay the same.

every time you cross my mind
fog fills my skull and clouds my thoughts
each time I say your  name
my tongue curls up and green travels through my lungs
any moment I see you close
turquoise trickles and travels onto my lips
such salty emotions I savor
...
you are the badtaste that lingers but I’m obsessed with the flavor

"Which one is this?"
-famous father to his only son

a star burns
yet we watch it not trying to help
stop a beautiful fire.

an indecisive hypocrite made a decision for once
...
just kidding
today was opposite day

all these merry paintings fill his vacant evenings
the artist stays an extra hour to paint a single line
never satisfied

my vision of hell
is being told I go to heaven
and watch all my friends burn

all I want is one person to type all my thoughts into a poem
so that they can say
"It's harder than it looks..."

time is a very impatient man
who lost his watch

television screens-
shows a crowd of a million screams
-watching
the dying fish flop on a dry plate.

Entertainment.

I wish I could make you smile while singing a simile,
of what it's like when you sit next to me.
Or tell you another metaphor,
of what it's like when we grow old together.

Will you hold me
when I won't hold you?
I'm sorry, but
I will always love you

I dare you
to be honest to yourself
I dare you
to tell me the truth
I swear to you
I lie just as much
I am not better than you
but at least I try to change

She makes me calm
When I lay in her arms

at the same time

She makes me wild
With just her smile

It's been so long since I've lost my touch,
I need to bring back the light we lost.
From the restless nights
to the angry fights
alas the darkness eclipsing in your eyes.
My tears burn holes in my face
my voice trembles out-of-place
let anything holy escape your lips precious.

my thoughts hurt
because I've never finished
a single on--

I'm not ready to move on
I'm not ready to forget
but if I don't compose my inner music
my song will never be written

if you see a peasant
he was once a king
if you truly think I am only lying
I was the one who stole his most precious present
empathy

childhood
makes an adult cry
that they never could understood why
that time was always their bully

It's his album about an algorithm
a certain collection of a collectors day-dreaming
it's a dying summer and your still stuck singing
feeling a heartache from poetry about poverty
still buying every new opportunity blind to always seeing
he didn't want your money only yourself
keep on hiding and crying
inside your plush property
while all I try is to
scream for you to notice he's here with me
inside an one-hundred dollar painting
wasting away--bathing--in the
diverse hues of your professional synergy

I have a hangover from a heartache
when I'm sober I'll realize she fulfilled the promise last night she made
and sneezed all over the 20-story-concrete-pavement
my brain jelly sizzles.

Love summer Love.

Summer came, now it's gone,
fall was way too fast,
winter left my heart frozen
spring thawed out my heart.

All I want is try to reminisce
days when we would laugh,
now you're gone
here I am
I wish
-I-
would have
made it last

I believe books will bleed and through their pain truth we'll read-
between the lines inside my mind until I find the way to breathe-
I strain and choke on words I spoke and with the blood wrote a poet's
apology

my words are empty
but if you stitch together
all of my envy
you'll have one itchy
blanket

Read







   now stop.

wisdom is in your teeth
funny is in your bones
love is in your heart
hurt is in your mind
...

I slice open my hand,
and spread red across my door.
Yet I still don't quite understand,
why you seem to knock even more.

It's OK
it's just a phase
or rather that's the phrase
they all say.

roses I gave
my heart is broken
time is wasted
writing this poem

This is the end
In the middle hides all the details
Here is where it began

alone on a stroll
I hear footsteps from the shadows

"I will keep posting "non poetry" on a poetry site as a poetic statement."
-badtaste 3-13-2019

it's a hard rang to walk alone
under every underpass through seas of faces
tears of rain get your shoes wet
and waking up covered in city stress and rushed restless soggy
expressions. but here comes lady luck
and her Mr. Karma
they're too far away to tell
if those are smiles of joy
or smirks of finally finding payback

sometimes people's biggest fear is themselves
to change is a terrifying thing
to break a cycle of silence and denial
to only say they have it better than most
to be born blessed when they are cursed
when they can shake their shackle lose
at any moment

in the land of spiders, I think I was an insect
hiding from the vampires, underneath every crevice
finding heart breakers, who are crying from regret
getting drunk on love, paying shots with respect
slitting my throat so I can finally breathe
smothered from my lovers watching me bleed