"Be Inspired. Be Revolutionary. Be Endless......."
The thoughts, opinions, poetry, and everything in between from an avid student of all forms of literature.
Monday, November 28, 2022
Over The Moon
Sunday, September 19, 2021
The Living Daylights
The Living Daylights
Death is where we usually do this.
A decision deemed prudent enough
to say "screw it"
should we screw things up
and want to keep going.
The dark sees it all,
after all.
All knowing but showing no signs.
Not a trace
of us stumbling over each other
and mumbling under the hovering tension.
Detail and dimension mean very little.
I don't need to see that tremble
informed as much by desire
as it is by this mutual ire
so gross and grim
that we only take advantage of
when things are beyond dim.
No grin when I grip your hips
and reach down
to drive a rift between
Leer and Revulsion
with practiced repulsion
at the sight of a frustration
that I fondle fervently
to force out those words
you love to fling my way
until your mouth is full of a malice
thick, meaty and rough
to shut you up long enough
to make a mess of things.
Window reflection would disclose
the violence that we chose
but seldom when the day
has already begun.
We wouldn't dare under the sun.
Even somewhat soon
for us to ravage beneath the moon
but at least we can hide from that glare.
Me sitting here.
Stewing.
You laying there.
Chewing at your lip.
One trip though memories
we've convinced ourselves were loathsome
still holds much sway
evidently.
Slid from the edge to stand over me.
Face contorted in derision
then a measured shift in vision
upon me fitting like an incision
deep inside
watching you ride me through the anger.
Oh the danger we'd attract
under the attack of refraction....
The dirty deeds one would detect
should we fall victim to reflection....
Even recollection is a push
under unencumbered visibility
as onlookers would quizzically
decipher such loose displacement.
Your place is here
where I've positioned you.
Away from view as stated.
My place is there
with your hands in my hair
somewhere between fond and frustrated.
Whether or not to stop debated
about as long as blinks can measure.
Should the dawn ever reach us
in our effort against one's pride,
it very well may teach us
about the reasons why we hide....
..... I'd sooner die.
Devin Joseph Metz
9.18.21
Wednesday, July 7, 2021
Morsels
Morsels
Too much.
Too fast.
This much won't last.
Not at this pace.
Need is a taste
but want is the whole platter
and a steady serving of the latter
is worth resting after
but we never really
ever get to that part.
We keep in mind
and still fall behind;
losing from the start
trying to race with swollen hearts.
This pace is not healthy
but we implore what isn't helping.
So much.
So fast.
So high.
Do I even fear the crash
when we fly anymore?
Nah. Fuck that.
Let's gulp and guzzle
from that secret stash.
Let's make this last forever
(and ever)
(and ever)
You know that I love you
but I'm puzzled
by a scratched record
worn through with passion.
Were there not enough rations left over?
Which of us crept closer
to climb over the fence
for an extra glimpse
and failed to forewarn
about the depleting numbers?
Has unchecked gluttony
caused this subsequent hunger?
Are we really so starved at this juncture?
Do we nibble?
Should we fast?
Will so little truly last
these measurements so meager?
I mean, I'm still eager
so long as the heart is.
This part is the hardest
but we can scrape
and chip away at the day
and hold these pieces tight;
bound by hope that the night
might preserve portions so frail
before they can succumb
to this thick, haughty air
that slowly makes crumbs stale.
There was a thrumming pang
but we can numb the pain long enough
to keep it all together
and even when I'm fraying at the seams,
I'll still keep some tucked into the creases
so you can have a piece of my love.
(It's waiting for you.)
Just savor what is left.
It's still yours.
Devin Joseph Metz
7.7.21
Thursday, June 17, 2021
Alone In The Fog
Alone In The Fog
I did good,
didn't I?
Was I better this time
than the last..........
......memory?
Person who did this for you?
My last mistake?
Was I not supposed to ask?
Was that too much?
Is my inquiring about mistakes
a mistake in itself?
I'm not tripping.
I promise.
I'd just like to know,
you know?
Do you?
What'd I do wrong?
Nothing? Really?
Really.
That's still something.
Quit preaching to me about insecurity.
I'm not trying to preserve my purity.
I know no one is perfect
but am I that far off?
See,
I'm all about loss prevention.
More ambition
than a mission, per se
so why are you so dismissive?
Does this even matter to you?
Do I?
I................shouldn't have said that.
I knew better than that.
I'm not mad.
I promise.
I just need honesty.
I want you to be up front.
Maybe even a little blunt.
I can handle that.
I can take it........
..........I think........
What was that?
That wasn't funny.
Take it back.
Why even say something like that?!?!
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO REACT.
You're pissing me off
so just fall back......
........wait. Don't leave me.
You need me.
Well really,
I need you to need me.
Dependency so alien
but not at all foreign.
This preemptive prison cell surrounds us
and I act like I've lost the key.
I fling falsehoods with abandon
but act like you've lied to me.
I made the call to build this wall
and scream at you when it's too tall.
I stand at bay from what you say
but won't dare let you move away.
I shrink and hide.
I guard my pride.
I won't even let you talk.
The words I say
push you away
yet I'm nervous when you walk.
Don't leave me.
You know you need me.
I mean......I need you to.
I need you, too.
I need.........
I need you to navigate
but let me be the magistrate.
You can lead and direct
so long as it is circumspect.
Just give me my validation.
We can call that maturation.
I need to be
Placated and pacified
and no:
you can't ask me why.
I don't want to talk anymore.
Not today.
I'm not alright.
I promise.
I am not okay.
Just promise me
that you'll stay anyway.
Okay?
Devin Joseph Metz
6.17.21
Wednesday, June 16, 2021
Familiarity
Familiarity
Lesser known would draw very little
to the surface.
The purpose is enlightenment;
not the fight no one wants to win
really.
Ideally,
one should appear
as near to the memory
as they are in proximity.
Make better use of the vicinity
and let the moments
have a moment
to measure what space remains.
I find that the bind
in these invisible chains
is the invincible space between.
Such a firm purchase
one could only hope to ever glean
a fading, precious glimpse of
yet we dismiss the connection outright
if it is not in plain sight
or our underwhelming definition of such.
Somewhat disturbing to know
that it doesn't take much
commitment to precision
before we fall back on derision.
We downplay.
We despise.
We avert or roll our eyes.
We dig in deep to appear hurt
as if betrayed by a vision
that we're convinced should be on display
whether or not we've even done the work
and therein lies the rub:
If they were vines,
one would tug until they break away;
leaving room for one to say
that the other was at fault
but such a wall isn't vaulted so easily
and conceiving such means with the unknown
won't bring about a softer landing
or a less frightening fall.
It's the chain you know
that won't bend when you lean.
It won't give when you pull.
You'll grip.
You'll squeeze
and tussle with this truth
without acknowledging the meaning
and when the scrapes burn,
you will return to what you know
but are too stubborn to believe in
only because your palms are bleeding.
Devin Joseph Metz
6.16.21
Monday, June 14, 2021
Trivial
Trivial
Perceiving you as a mere
passing thought
is my favorite lie to tell
before,
after
and between smiles
knowing well
that these memories I've filed
will last more than a little while.
Hard to reconcile with the calendar.
Masterful manager of a time
that I still seem to
find myself lost in
if I can't share it with you.
Often at odds with the days,
I willingly create
and peruse the maze;
wishing so hard to be dazed
until I slip into a trance
and lay back;
watching thoughts and feelings dance.
I see them dip
and swish
and sway about in this space.
A place where the way out
isn't paved with doubt.
No scream.
No shout.
No more without.
"About to"
without you
remains unfinished
so I replenish my means
whenever I choose to dream.
Whether pristine
or obscene,
thoughts of you fulfill me.
I wonder if you feel me
blinking away gently
everything within me
that would chase away the thinking.
I'm honestly curious
about whether or not
you've taken similar note
of the sinking.
No,
Not the "feeling."
Not a clever concept
representative of something
worth concealing from disclosure.
Real,
Literal exposure.
Pushing distance aside
just to place you here
before my eyes
to bear witness to my favorite lie.
Do you in like manner
pretend that I'm some.........
.........passing fancy
or is the truth behind the farce
just as damning for you too?
Where are you?
Devin Joseph Metz
6.14.21