JUNK

I wont say it again

because I’ve said it before

when I wanted it.

Tantalizing

yet driven

mastermind it

until I get it.

But I lose things as

quickly as they arrive.

I apologize in advance.

and want to say sorry

for all the fucked up things

I refuse to say in words.

and my passive aggression

is present

I’ll try to keep it at bay.

where I keep most things.

old things.

overused words, thoughts, phrases

released into oceans

Because theres never much use for them anyway.

-Cam ie

ATTACHMENT

there I go again chasing fast cars, and fast boys that fall in love with anything committed to loving them
They fall.
Not for me. or for themselves ..
they fall out of life
into the pouch of spirits …
and they themselves are spirits.
Fierce entities that walk through flesh like water.
in and out.
and for a second you called it love
while he merely called it existing
-Cam ie

Halfs

who wants to survive
hardest?
or harder
pardon, my jargon.
I’ll bargain
And here comes the wilted pariah
or messiah.
dual personas
split the world
in half
or haves
or have nots ..
random shenanigan longing…
I’m strong and im
wrong
and want to be lawless.
blacklist my spirit
from this earthless circus ..
circuit the circus …
succumb to purpose..
divide the circle
and even that is half.
but I convince myself I dont care
I dont care
I dont care
yet mentally im there
and back to the place
that degradates and humilates
the only side of me
worth having.
-cam ie

PISTOL

PISTOL

We bargain tomorrow
with past incompetence.
And lay in our doubts
like we rest on our mistress.
Listless the day goes
with wish list
welcomed to expose
and whiplash
that crawls
back
from a memory I had yesterdays ago
-Cam ie

I KNOW

They are curious on how my lips move.
how they heave
and weave between
the lines of their thighs
And hips that
ebb and shed
laws of convention.
The mention of my skin
Construct intricate webs
of meaningless sex.
the answer of
human habit
rest in my cervix.
The Center
so perfect
yet worthless after the
boots are laced
– cam ie

TRENCHES

TRENCHES

 

Someone so limp

with fumbling sense

with craters

that hide

My wild being.

I’m being completely Honest

and yes this might very well be a love poem.

or lyrics

or just words that were trapped

in the trenches

of my throat.

But when the lights went out.

I cried.

Tears so enriched

that itched.

and everything far away

rawed my days.

and clawed my face.

And here,

he picks

and lifts me.

Loving me for who I am

and who I’ll become.

That never seemed attainable.

strange woes and irrational lows

that made days slow.

You dig me out

still carrying me off

to something that may very well be

or not.

but in the now

you speak of me

like a Lifted Monument.

how ironic since

I thought I was a suitless, ruthless

bastard

child

The Now has inspired

me.

delighted me.

Thank you

for bringing me back to even

ground.

thank you

thank you

for carrying me around

-Cam Ie

BLACK STAGE

Black Stage

 

cover me in spirits

and glide me up stage.

Rise me from every death

dead

and dying thing in me.

I have lungs

so wishful

and hands

of crystals

and I wish

I cant see

what I know I become.

or what I havent.

how gallant!

riding in with swords

and cords

that only knights hang themselves

or pain themselves with.

I’ll find an antidote for my mediocrity

and vain philosophies … And all of my

rhetoric.

I promise

better shtick.

I’ll entertain purely

for you.

-cam ie

LONG TIME

Long time
Designs
While distances rely on the mind.
Or crime?
And how far will you run?
Silent and mute
At bus corners waiting on
Delayed bus routes.
men and women come
And go.
Groom their offspring
Into black suits.
And they too ridcule.
However miniscule.
But they do wait.
Reacting to this moment
Practicing their homage
Their Fondness
With trickery beneath their honest.
-cam ie

UNIVERSE DEALS

UNIVERSE deals

with vision

and untold tales

where godly folk

choke

on their words

and anything

average

is savage.

So we live by

rules

granted and given

by unseen men.

they gave us 10.

we hang by the noose

and lose

everything we ever knew.

its worse.

we nurse them

we curse them

but abiding

while lying

waiting for the the day we die

so we can kiss our maker

-Cam Ie

IF THE SUN LEADS THE WAY

If the Sun leads the way

and light means everything

in an everything world,

then where does that leave us?

it feeds us in

unfulfiling ways,

and they come with lazy days and beam us away.

And I fought through the labyrinth and

came out alive.

Revived.

Pouring my pockets out.

Scrapping my knees.

I’m dropping health.

And any locket, rockets

or sockets leave me sightless.

Who needs eyes when your righteous?

Or so I thought.

with reverent plots.

Take me to the lake.

I’ll follow the Light.