Even in Night

your shine is apparent

didn't realize you were so inspired

handsome eyes framed by geometry

would you lean closer

speaking

jovial in the smoke

i have nothing to say because you mesmerize me with your powerful words

i completely understand

will you and i meet

in the space of no time

perhaps


-Lahmadaj

there are his eyes

looking at mine
he tells me words
out loud

he rarely says what's below
this burns

seems alive and smiles
touches lips
can hear breathing

what depression
to have the infinite light
hidden

looks at me
lost my shining
sometime in the years
thinking of when this all stops

i'll wait and wait and wait

may be birds


-Lahmadaj

what is the what

warehouse shaking
includes the brain false
breaking the torrent
into mist of solid
elate the breath
the ground does shake its body
all times is the time
if you'll hear the music
it can taste
touch the tentacled rain

the lord sayeth rejoiceth

-Lahmadaj

underneath

the shadow
as its slide is shifted
the ground is pulse
and the worm

-Lahmadaj

passive assggressive

i'll leave little mementos of my emotions

won't use the native language to communicate my desires

will instead place cryptic symbols to express my intent

and you'll have to guess what i want

i won't grow

i'll lie limp and wet behind an action or object discarded

i won't take responsibility for expression

but will rather wait and expect you to unravel its meaning

i will place the duty on you merely through displacement

you'll read my flaccid notes and wonder who the gucci bag really is

i'll pout and sadly go about my day

only child syndrome on the way

looking as though such a force

when nothing wells inside

cannot use words

but will expect you to hear me

filling a balloon

thousands of holes

you'll yawn at my inability


-Lahmadaj

at the time

of spoken words

the ground begins to move

the clasp of feet against the cliff side

top crumbled little pebble

i stand

the world shifts within my axis

feeling very oddly

my friend smiles to me

tells me he must leave

i bid him farewell

may never see again

onward against the edge

the soft growing green

whispers sung melodies

the french blooms in my ear

what are you telling me

shoots of open green

-lahmadaj