My line of Occupation

My job is simple.
I paint pictures of the world
without using paint

I twist words in
syllabic torture
and beautiful as
a  newest sky

I create lines
more intricate
then the sun
with meaning as
powerful as
death

I fly to the moon
in fervid poetry
and create and equal
with my lines of
testimony

A prayer

My Lord, My God
Why have you not
forsaken me?
You write to me
on how to be
righteous. but
I disobey you
I break your sacred law
You love me,
But i turn my back on you.
You speak clearly,
I just don't listen
Lord, Thanks for saving me
forgiving my every whim,
that ends in scarlet sacred
blood on a tree.
Lord, help me forgive myself

Window

I sit in my window frame
wishing for the tame moon
to show its pale face
in my glass image
but my moon has vanished
into rigid red fire

The loud sun gallops
glaring at me, daring me
to ask the question
The light should assure me
but like a cat,
my pride steps in my oaken path

And soon even the loving sun
is chiseled away
and the day turns to late night
there is the moon
clouded in my lustful pride
like my windows solemn glass
covered in lilac frost

Lions

There are lions
That growl
under golden fur
and wooded whiskers.
They find other zebras
and tear them apart
using fire and ice
and leave the zebra's
shreds.
But the Zebras
keep coming back
to the golden cat
hoping for change.
Change that can't
happen

Fire

Sometimes people listen to my fire
and tell me the orange crackle makes them tired
Other people listen to my lines
and say things that are very unkind
People see my words
and announce they are bored.

People hate my poems
but they aren't the reason I compose
lines of fire and ice
with conclusions so concise.
I write to let it all burn
pull me from this black urn
I just might die inside
Because of their lightning chides
My work is for me
So I won't change for thee.

Letter

Dear Apathy,

I know you don't care
as you drive your minivan
down the curvy road, that
I am dying.
All the time,
because I can
have emotions of my own

Even if you don't care,
I do. Because I can.
I don't need a reason
beyond your gray clothes
and unloving fingers
tearing at my hair.
Shredding my hopes.
I care enough
to tell you
to leave

I am loved.
Which is more then
you can say.
Your speech is slow
but with snake like
attraction.
Lolling my to your
indifferent side.
But you turned on me
and you don't care
But I do! So
leave me be.

Sincerely,
Jonas

Forest

When the pain
is too heavy to
carry alone
The tears pick up
some of my baggage.
Like when a forest
is too dense
to grow, the trees
must burn.

But my forest doesn't burn.
I planted a seed eons ago.
A small bit of anger.
Slowly the sapling grew to
rage. Burning white
Its branches ripped at
my skin, and would
never go away.

People

People are so wrapped up
in their lollipop lies
that they don't notice me
drowning.
In my own blood red
lake of realization.
Realizing I am worth as much
as the people let me know.
 i am
Nothing.

I used to lie to myself,
Tell myself people aren't
worth the pain
"I don't need your approval"
I'd yell from behind closed
doors and in their blocked ears.
But I do need to be approved
and I can't keep this
ignorance going.
Because it eats me
from the inside.

I pull myself away from
who i really am
hoping someone might
love me for what I've become
A house cat with tawny
soft fur made to a
killer falcon with
beak full of lies.
but I transform back
Into myself while I
sit in my prison built
out of insecurities a
my unending faults.

Bad dreams

I lie on
a cloud
in my room
covered in
blood blankets
and broken
dreams.
With a
minx lurking
in the dark
corner.
The minx
eats me
whole
just like
I dreamed.
I thought
it was just
a nightmare
but the guilt
is always real.

Grow up

Shattered lines
and broken minds
crack my integrity.
Increasing my intensity.
Exploiting the worst of me

Maturity comes at a price
Like rolling life's gambling dice.
Without it comes born disrespect
Tornado of kids leaving nothing intact
I can't help but react

Some find their legs
ands stop hobbling on pegs
Others roll in insecurities
masked in the birds and bees
burdens, naked for all to see

Angels

On Angel wings
When Souls sing here
with spring we fly
from my lie and
undying plight arise

Birds Ridged beaks
Hold blue creeks of
the meek and torn
people born there
unsworn from Angels red love

Cicadas buzz
when we fuss over
our lust and pride
As we cried 'Help'
it might call the angels down

I am

I am a crown
I float on air
in the blue sky around
I am a bear
My coat is eternally brown
That I always wear
I am a noun
Choose me with care
because I have found
good ones are rare

I am a spider
with too many eyes
Because I fear liars
and fear I despise
I am a fire
I burn with her cries
reflecting celestial choir
I am wise
and I never tire
 as butterfly's fly
that I can admire

I am dragon
slinking under the light
petting my own talon
I am right
not a misshapen
or bruise in sight
I am an assassin
Always up for a fight
In the midst of the action
Killing isn't my only plight

Promised

I was once given
A music box made of
glass. It played the
most wonderful songs.
To some it sounded like
the sea, lapping against
sandy beaches and
the blue sky on the
other side of the ocean.
To others it sounded like
a mountain stream dancing
as it tangoed over rocks
and pirouetted down
the dirty banks.
The box looked like a
rainbow right after a storm
and felt like the clouds
that look like you could
hold them and eat them
like cotton candy.

But I dropped it.
and it shattered
Along with my hope
I tried to pick up
the shards, but they
cut me.
I bleed from my wrists
and my thighs
My tears were my lullaby

As the clock struck midnight
the Giver came. He held
my scared arms and cried
in tune with my heartbeat.
He whispered in my ear
"I still Love you"
and in the morning He was
gone, but He never really
left. He promised me,
He would fix what was
Broken

Lia

'I hate track'
Circles don't work
even though I ran 4 miles
last night in the middle of
fucking winter.
Everyday I cuss
curse cuss
but that's ok
because watches.

Just to prove I
can't swim fast
But go fast
Very fast
to the Taj Mahal
like Maggie's earrings
and my failed painting.

Old cars and bees
sing to my parents flowers
and my imaginary grass
in the rocky backyard
without sockfuls
of astroturf

Adrenaline

As a child of night
light footsteps in the wild
neon signs and cityscapes
softly whisper in my darkened mind
trembling breaths leave
faster, but come again
in perfect, velvet crescendo
with swinging arms
and lucid feet
like a cello's silky, light bow
waltzing through the oceanside
trails. Along with rapid playful heartbeats
Running through the glassy rain
with true love untamed.
Rhythms swimming
in the golden pounding
vibrating through mile
after airy mile

Glass

Every single person talks.
their lies pile up
like rice in the
unkept yellow pantry's corner.
Slowly they pile up until,
my glass coffin shatters
and with it
all my trust
in the true
Grace of Death.

Betrayal creeps
with a serrated knife
polished with blood
until it shines
like the moon.
It isn't enough
to leave terrifying
red and white snakes
along my skin.
Instead it digs deeper
cutting my heart
to the shreds
my skin mirrors

I dream
of a prism
coffin prison
to lay my
bleeding,
trusting
remains in.
This is the
only place
lies can't
reach them

Run

Like Gazelles they run
Away from anything meaningful
Some run with beauty matched
only by the sugar stars
tossed on the dark velvet
night sky in constellation
perfection. Others run
in a way shown only
in snowy white capped peaks
playing in the midsummer
 suns long arms

Other run like a bear
lumbering through
the undergrowth
with unattractive strides
looking for berries
in burning bushes
as the forest burn around them.
Some run like a tornado
ripping apart landscapes
and clawing up dirt
with child like imperfection

But they never stop running
No matter what
invocation they bring
because meaning is more
powerful then words will ever be

Rebirth

Lilac sunshine

Reflects of the tarmac gray

Lenses of Luna’s shades.

Breaking twilight’s tender lullaby

With Nights darkest lies.

Galaxies twinkle

On terrestrial eyes

Revealing hope’s

Cobalt wings

Fluttering endlessly

Through Pandora’s despair

An unopened vessel

Nebula expand

And color in purple lust

Reflect in love’s telescope

Just for us

On the clear summer

Eve, with Luna

burning down on us.

Wolves

In cloaks of ashy fur
and studded in limestone teeth
my wolves stride through
the evergreen forest of my mind
trees of queasy green burst into
the realm of self-pity and doubt.

The moon is dressed in branches
filled in with pine needles sharp as
the knifes imagined hunters attack
my sacred dogs with.
They howl at the moon, as the knifes
strike forward at their furry throats

The hunters are black magic yielders
wrecking hell through the shattering
forest, as the tress and bushes grow
stronger in awful plans

The demons melted out of their trees
and joined the hunters in the fight
for the wolves regal purple lives
but they kept running

The moon stopped smiling
its pristine eyes closed
waiting for bleak end
without a new beginning.

Faded glory

I grin under butterscotch bruises

And bubblegum scars.

Shadowed by towering

Withered flowers,

Who stare down longingly

At the pale façade of earth,

Dressed in flannel patches of

Moonless fields coated in

 prismatic grass

And florid sun beams

wrapped in faded glory.

The tulips fade in drab havoc

And wane along with the moon

Folding into tawny fur

Of the barren field underneath

Forgetting how beautiful

they once were

back in the day where

the sun shone like a diamond

and the moon was

white as snow

before Luna was

pockmarked and scarred

The tulips were pure

In away they will

never be again

The Metaphor

I know better then anyone

That puzzling together

Strings of red and blue

Christmas lights from

Across the universe

With missing bulbs

And broken wire

Will never lead to beauty

But to desperate

Rivers of chaos in

Glorified scarlet turmoil

Defying what the white order 

decreed good and right

I can’t tell the meaning of life

Without confirming that

I am still alive

So instead I sit

under my blanketing arms

Lying on my denim knees

Waiting for it all to end

Praying for it to pass

Everyone knows how petty

Our feeble existence

And problems may be

But I have died

And I was born again

And I don’t care that I

can't tell who;

Like a metaphor can.

Two-face

I stood on my
self designed Pedestal.
Over-importance imbedded in
my momentous stance
chiseling at the moon.
 I was tearing it down.
The sun was stolen
from my careless flawed hands.
The stars alone know where sol is.
I could have asked Cetus
Hercules, Scripio, or Orion
but they were hidden from me.
Behind my own wall
built out of ashy bricks
forged from my own pride.
So I look for my celestial wife
behind the thieving moon

Not everything wrapped in
soft silky words so paper thin
are meant to strike fear
in the hearts of civilians.
Luna, cloaked in mythology
and blissful smiles, grins
as she holds the sun,
the guiding light
in her backstabbing palm
away from me, never calm

Nerves

The world sits at my feet
My words are theirs to eat
They feed off of my lies
and smile in terrible disguise
My syllables, they flow
From my nocturnal head to toe
And I speak from my soul.
But even then I grow old
And sit in ashes of disgrace.
In my own nightmarish face
but In reality, My words are true
And blissful love they tend to brew
So I take my navy blue nerves
In throw them to the native curb
Never again will I be controlled
by my hysterical mold.

Time's Slave

The moon never stops
and the sun never sleeps
The second hand runs around
its numbered track
Like sand rolling
out of God's hand
holding me slave
in bonds made
of seconds, hours, years
and lifetimes
race by in a blink
of Orion's eye
As time slowly grinds by

Venice

Under the trestled bridge
in the venetian city
staring at the moonless sky
everything is perfect
and I am part of it

But the gondola moves on
and the bridge is in the past.
The canal closes in
and even the brightest stars are masked
and the future is clouded.
Up ahead the moon may shine,
maybe nothing will
but I will only know if I keep going.

Hidden

Millions of stars
burn bright in
the silhouette darkness
but none of the
celestial light reaches me.
I flood my eyes
with fake radiance
trying to fill the hole
in my heart with
a fake god.
But to find you
I must flick the switch
hidden in adulterer lust
turning off the light
Because you hide
 in plain sight
under the dark
Loving me from the moon.