I do not feel
your immediate pain
but I feel the effect,
the bite of its sting.
Its wretched fangs sunk in deep.
In the flesh,
tasting our blood.
After that first taste,
like a raging addict
making countless returns
to steal your life from mine.
I envy those who are not afraid
to smother their canvas with ink-
to bleed dry their pens, to create
perfectly scripted landscapes
of dictated architecture-
proudly penned skylines
on the flattest of terrains.
On Tuesday April 29, a friend and former coworker was lost at sea off of the coast of Belize while kayaking with a buddy near the Belize Barrier Reef by Ambergris Caye. His friend, Bradley Josker is safe and sound in the states, thank goodness! As of now though, Wrangler Shane Leesman is still considered missing. We are so gracious for the search efforts of Belize Coast Guard, Air Force, Police and locals and we know they are doing everything that they can. However, their resources are limited so friends and family in Texas are trying to increase search efforts from the home front. Many have reached out to local news outfits as well as the US military with whom Wrangler has served as an Army Ranger for 5 tours overseas. There are also services available in Belize, but they come with high costs- but no cost is too high to bring a good man home!!
We just want our friend found and brought home; please lift up prayers, positive thoughts or donate on paypal (if you can and are able) to firstname.lastname@example.org.
A lion’s heart
in warrior threads
upon sandy shore
may rest his head
cling to life in wait
as search is lead
to find him safe,
in survivor’s stead.
Restricting the flow.
Welded inside this
expanse of lines
as over time it takes hold
a parasitic growth-
no life is there left.
No. It grows
only of decay,
there was ever
any life at all
through their breadth.
When I said goodbye,
it meant forever, in my eyes.
Served up genial platitudes-
none which appeased you,
so you unleashed your anger
under a lover’s guise.
The stains of your heavy pours,
hearty appetite still dress my floors.
From its hinges sags the fractured door
through which your foot hastily tore.
Those to whom your version of truth you swore?
No, they do not come by anymore.
Though the aftermath of this wreck
weighed down my heart,
you were not enough to break it;
I refuse to succumb to your debt.
I can replace all nondescript
casualties left in your wake.
Your lips parted to speak
drawing my own lips to slowly creep,
to part and expose my teeth
in a expectant smile. But suddenly
I notice your arm extended,
your hand in pose to greet
in your voice a pleasantry
“It’s so nice to meet…”
as clearly you do not remember me.
Blood rushes to my cheeks
as my memory has not failed me.
I “know” you, at least recall meeting.
Yet I am a stranger to this Adonis
who many times before has met me.
I should excuse it; we met in a crowd.
I had hoped that I somehow stood out.
You should know by now my dear that it’s only love if he can steal your heart without spilling even the tiniest drop of blood.
No act of redemption is this.
By sheer coincidence
the encounter transgressed,
and, initially, was humorous-
Your actions had indeed abhorred me
though not enough to consider this
a plausible option- to seek vengeance
against you, the heinous bitch
who dared to call me her best
while still seeking attention from my own ex.
I nearly pitied you when this one left
because he seems worthy of your regret
but, now, as feelings are explored
this chance meeting, that you feared
perhaps even haphazardly predicted
might just slowly escalate to my own bliss.
For I find that what we both dismissed
has provided a favorable condition
for us to carefully explore each other’s lips-
finally share that once forbidden kiss.
The touch, though at first felt new,
was much too familiar, and that scent?
I was quick to recall it, too
as I plunged tight-lipped
to the bottom of that last bottle.
Came up slightly stained,
engorged, spent, gasping for air-
and each labored breath an effort to
breathe life into the abandoned seed
we never let take root, or perhaps,
it was to give birth to something new.
And it may have been the last time-
at least for many months to come
if what I had done next
in fact chanced to leave alone.
But my shame stained lips
would eventually swell,
spread to these hips,
and, in time, would tell
of just how easily plans,
and those left unmade, both fail.