i know you long to be the gentle seduction, the sunny disposition those purple painted passages of spring but you’re too violent to be a violet November too much death and night in your blood enchanted energy oh so tempting you are the fall your words standing naked in Eden daring to look down without …
rise above playing the brokenhearted or playing the heartbreaker for you are neither and you are both you are the heart ~A.M. Troester, You are the Heart (Soul Soot)
inside there is love and war how long until the good soldiers fall how long until all my teeth fall out summon great winds and ocean a tsunami to wash away the ceaseless, senseless battles humility and silence remain i remember to pray that the best words aren’t mine inside there is starfall and bloodfire …
you planted words in me a great forest grew an entire Teribethia of hands and teeth of want and need an ugly autumn drought stole beauty from death there was fever i could not control fire in love with leaf burning books inside of me beloved songs, words, trees pleading in flame nothing too sacred …
stop chasing someone who isn’t choosing you ~A.M. Troester, Chasing and Choosing (A Siren’s Hymenal)
her love is for the birds lost messengers missing magnetite searching true north in the dead of night the wild canaries a shock of yellow madness in dirty skies, dim dreams of home and stratus mockingbirds who sing when they should sleep who do not listen when they speak her love is for the birds …
you a library of my favorite books your body my church touching you my favorite prayer you a scared smell of soap and sex and incense you the stars raining bright in a dark sky giving the anxious ocean a nightlight of wonder and beauty your voice a warm blanket calming and keeping me safe …
armored in honesty scared of everything lay the blame on me we don’t dare let the truth lie let the day die we don’t stare at each other we don’t want to know the answers only eyes give passing uncomfortable confessions ask another question we’re both losing a game of truth and sorry ~A.M. Troester, …
a heart for a soul who said free trade was fair no need to control let it pass let me go the world takes care on its own the most loving answer to that prayer was always no Laissez faire et laissez passer, le monde va de lui même ~A.M. Troester, A Heart for A …
i was born on the day of the dead children i died right away spat out life like God holding tepid love in His mouth and so it started all this living dying over and over swallowed by the sun evaporated turned to salt and sand a great beach pulled back into a dry ocean …
