My Rebuttal

to a life
that goes around:

feelings fucked
its not like
anyone gives a damn now
just forget
what its like to
be

special and sacred
the temple
of the body
desecrated

where does it come from
where does it end
from questions
then lover
to friend

what?
is a happy place
a private space
is it all forgotten
sacrificed for a
smiling face
a slap on the ass
leads to disaster

no one says i do
that don't dream
for something better
to grow together
in that perfect image
marriage

what do you need?

one more puff of weed?
ha,
guess it can't
take you far enough
away

so just deal with
day to day

reaching out to create
but are you really O.K.

with having a woman
who hates to obey

always talks of her days
of freedom
your've seen her
staring out the window

i guess you'll never
really know
where she goes
cause you just forgot
to ask her...

I Love NY

i love New York
the sights
the sounds
the smell as
the sun hits
the street
full of sweet refuse
the night before
just fades away
and i am lost
in sweet repose
prose alive in
that tin can
on your street
sitting on the stoop
or on the roof
the awning
or the alley
i hear your rhythm
sipping my Heineken
in love
with your sleepless
night
carry me away
to a blissful dream
of my home
my city
my heart
my soul
i love New York

My Man

sometimes i feel like i've struck out
i've burned out too many times
but my man
is an untapped wealth
of love and inspiration
forgiving devotion

i never knew men
could feel such emotions
with such suppression
hiding aggression
when faced with such a
cold mornings transgression

(i've made myself sick
on a lifetime diet
of forbidden fruit)
now, it's all about you
my man

Loving

tell me
how far is too far
going too high
gets dangerous
and again
i find myself
on the floor

it's cold
when the fire
goes out
and your too busy
to care

i need you
your light
your heat
affection so sweet
but its gotten
too cold at night
to be naked
in truth
please don't forget
about me

i want you to know
i'm here
that i want you
only you.
please
see me watching you
hear my voice
when i say
don't push me away

Burnt-out light over broadway

twinkle,twinkle
rusted star
that hangs dormant
on the stage
burnt out
tarnished with age
tell me
if i plugged you in
would you still shine?
perhaps
we'll give you one more try...

Give this a look:)

Definately give "Floetry" a look, and a listen :)
LOve you.

My bro

I love you Matt!!!!

i live

I keep thinking
of solutions
to a problem
not yet spoken
tracing circles
on the dark walks
of my mind

and your face
once very vibrant
barly flickers
as a ripple
left in time

so i cry
just to remember
and i live
to lie again
still can't look you in the face
to say you never seem to
fill that space
in me

not over

Not over by a long shot. I actually got hired to do some digital graphic commercial work. Indepently of course. :) So that's kept me busy for days. Oh, one of my poems is going to published - hardcover! So I'm syked. I'll post again soon. Working hard for now :)

Love you.

Child

smiling tides
pass over sleeping forms
like ripe bellies
swelling with
unrecognized joy

you are gods
cause you are strong
life becons the soul inside
no going back
one way track

everyone needs you
or just he will
no running this time
escape inside
love unconditional
this child

Forgiveness

we were once
so special
never getting enough
of warm inviting arms

it's hard sometimes
for a heart to forgive
even harder
when its yourself

i watch you sleep
and can't help
but feel that we're in fall
constantly

Changing shades
unpredictable
unless you count
all those yesterdays

what happened
to piano in the rain
hazy days
silently content

with my head
on your chest
i flew miles away
while you spoke

i know you're here
everyday i see you
more transparent
still i miss you

come back :(

Painting

Hey webheads,

Spent the day elbow deep in clay and paint. Hopefully I'll have some digital pictures up soon so you can see the finished work. I'm back to it, love ya. And if you haven't checked it out yet you can read about my first book here: NinjaPress.com

Say Goodbye to Last Night

say goodbye to last night
a feeling left inside
a sacred experience
glows to bright to hide

try to keep you distant
far from lips
pressed hard
god my mind is slipping
will you ever know i'm here

i know this dream is ending
i know you'll soon be gone
but this night is far from over
i know i felt you care

what happened to tomorrow
i pushed it all away
sacrificed my sunlight
to share shadows
in this bed.

Sidewalk Truth

I come
from the land
of dirt
where life is real
and art
is a lifeline
reveiling sunlight
through a paper cup

6 metal strings
make fingers dirty
as they slide
through tones of truth
don't stop me
I'll die happy
just come close enough
so i can smell you
sweet and salty

i miss the light
but who can see
wrong and right
in the dark
of the sidewalk

Tragedy Is You

tragedy has struck again
you're so unlucky
when will you decide
that you have had enough

i know your sorry
but with no regrets
then who's to say
you ever had
the right to choose
to fall

now you're naked
and you're walking
'round your neighborhood
at three a.m.
fucking tired
just exhausted
and i wonder
if you
ever cared at all

this is the end
of your halo

i've looked inside
and what i find's
disgusting
a reflection
of all those things
i just don't like
in me

thank you for my inspiration
i just wish it didn't
hurt so bad for you
for you.

--I wrote this piece as a song really, when i got my first Gibson(love of my life). I love to sing, this piece is kinda punk/emo. I know those are polar opposites :)One of my favorites really. If anyone ever wants to make music just drop me an email skyegreen@gmail.com . Love you!--

Dreamlike

been gone for days
on a search for self
but nothings changed

when am i enough
to satisfy me
how far can i go
to how great a degree
can i bend over backwards
to recognize
what's in front of me

to close to grab
and to personal to love
it spells out my disaster
hold fast
fall faster

my sweet
velvet glove
casts hearts that
once listened
into a state where
they're too pissed to reason

turning smile into friend
and friend into lover
attatched to a form
i forget
I am
only one dream
- one lost
in another.

Hungry

if only there was more time
for tomorrow today
and every secret left behind
could find it's proper place

then we could stop running
perhaps even provide
if we just didn't care again
our family could survive

it sucks that we're so selfish
always chasing happiness
but why am i so empty
and you, constantly depressed

Just fit into their system
commit to all their lies
reality of walking dead
society of flies.

Takes money to eat.

Figured it out

I added a wishlist :) Just the necessities.

Stuck

Sorry guys. I got stuck here for a while. Facinated and inspired in a dark way. :)If you haven't yet- take a look at PostSecret. Then drop me a line.

What happened?

what happened
to the streetside poet
the teller of truths
the painter of worldly masks
what happened
to the one behind
the one beside
and ahead
once everywhere
but rare
i say
we need to hear it
come forward
to your revolution
words to capture
a forgotten
generation
a nation
of artists
living by the word
and dying by the word
starving for expression
pressed for lines
we sit as angels
on high
writing on mortal
time.