Announcing the Winners
Simple Poems that Make You Think
Poetry Contest
First Place: Karen Cubides’ “Kissing You Kissing Me”
Second Place: Julia’s “Take my Chance on the Open Route”
A Tie for Third Place: Robin Shaye’s “A Woman’s Son”
And Chris Gill” Let’s Start A New Chapter
This Contest is Closed for Submissions
The first place winner received $40 plus a copy of “Poetry for All Those Breathing”, second place winner will receive a copy of “Poetry for All Those Breathing” and the third place winner will receive a script of “Angels and Other Love Stories: A Romantic Dinner Comedy”.
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Truth Falls Down
When Truth falls down
And the false vanity takes over
I wake up to a fresh morning
Where every smile has a hidden motive
Where every lending hand is filled with jealousy
I sit back and try to capture
What my worth is in this fancy stage.
They never learnt acting
Yet their valour performances
Attract every selfless persona
And thus makes the colourful world
Even more brighter
But with minimal contrast.
Freedom beholds me
Still I ought to know the truth
But should I take on the False?
Isn’t that what the world wants?
He says, “All the world’s a stage”
My innocent starts admiring the drama
But for how long?
Down within myself
I know this is not the truth
But what else can I do?
Other than being an appreciable audience.
Everyone’s turn comes on the stage
When mine shall come
I would put no make up
Give no monologues
Only speak the truth
Speak my heart out
But will I be allowed?
My brain argues with my heart
Am I brave? Or just a scapegoat?
Am I thinking too much?
Or just plain complaining?
Confusion surrounds me now
The dark seem more bright
As I return to my bed
And end my day
I shall pray
At least in my dreams
O Lord, let me see
What is nothing but the truth.
Autumn hues brightly dull my shine. The place I long to call home. Seasons change brings skin shed lightly. Tred on waters so calm, we are old birds with feathers left tattered. Reflections of past as if it once mattered. When your season is meant for decay and renewal. Your heart finally beats, your soul can see, your eyes glare sharp. If hums to saints are left unspoken, let your feet run until they bleed. Its a need, Not survival. For sanity. We found our footsteps. Now lets retrace
There is no truth under the sky-
it’s just the word to call an anti-lie,
to call the substance that is bright
and can be taken as the right,
it is some sphere, day or night,
it is some thing you cannot fight,
it is a state of some-time might,
as much uncatchable as a kite
in the unstopping dreamy sky-
it is a product of you and I,
it is your just-love heart light,
a mere vibration of the space,
not to offend a man’s nice face.
Ivan Petryshyn
Memories
Moments of time, planted
In fertile beds of youth,
Grow precious with patina of time
Coveted by old men
Whose true luster is realized
By sharing with others.
This poem is great
Distractions
It’s late at night. I think the mood is right.
I do feel kind of tired, but I am slightly wired.
I think I need a snack, any excuse to distract.
I feel a little cold. I can’t find a pencil to hold.
There are chores to be done. Isn’t there something more fun?
The television is callin’. My wandering mind keeps stallin’.
I need to inspire. Music should light the fire.
No, that song’s too slow. No, that one I don’t know.
No, that guy’s an act. No, that guys on crack.
A little jazz should do. That should pull me through.
I think I need a drink. That should help me to think.
And what about that snack? Maybe a big cookie stack.
I wonder what’s on the news. I could use some different views.
There are things I have to do at work. It’s easy to get caught in the murk.
OK, I need this for me, so I can be more healthy.
But there are things to do, to keep me from feeling blue.
I crave a distraction, to change my reaction.
I think I should walk the dog, or maybe a quick jog.
That would be healthy, something to do for me.
Anything but sit and strain, an effort to pick my brain
That’s a really good song. I think I’ll sing along.
Man, is it that late? Has this paper met its fate?
I will get back to it soon…
JUSTICE
It’s a very civilized process
There is no pain, why should there be fear
This is the path I must walk
To an unknown with a place and time
The clock won’t slow down
Unwanted visitors enter my space
They compel me to move toward it
I am overwhelmed by their number
There is no rest on this trip
Why don’t I stop?
Why don’t I collapse?
Why don’t I struggle?
I comply with their insistence
We pass through a significant door
The preparations lie before me
I surrender my body
They secure me to my destiny
My body is still but my heart races
The artificial light is cold
I have become a spectacle
The facts are proclaimed
All the parts start moving
Touching me is not allowed
The projectile penetrates me
Why don’t I scream?
Why don’t I shake?
Why don’t I fight?
The warmth has enveloped me
Fear has taken over
My body is relaxing
My mind is racing
Inside I am screaming
The sounds do not pass my lips
I have lost control
I can’t see anything
God please help me
I am scared of the dark
It’s hard to think
Where am I?
Who am I?
Why?
I constantly feel on a ledge,
Attempting to talk myself down.
Other times bending my knees,
Preparing to jump.
Not jump into anything,
But jump away…
Away from the unknown.
I hate it.
Really, I fear it.
It crawls under my skin,
Making me itchy, restless.
I need it to stop.
So I bend my knees,
Start to rise on my toes,
Gazing into the abyss,
But then I hear a voice.
His voice.
I see a smile.
His smile.
I feel a touch.
His touch.
Hot flashes.
Skin on fire.
A quickening of my heart.
I feel alive.
I take his hand.
His lips guide me…
Away from the ledge…
For now.
Willful Surrender
Walls built all around.
Sentries at every station,
Watching and waiting.
No one breaches the walls.
Then you came along,
No weapons, no plans to conquer.
You just smile and hold my hand.
Your lips gently brush mine.
The walls dissolve.
The sentries stand down.
You rest patiently,
Waiting for me to lower the drawbridge.
Thank you.
Kissing you Kissing me
The road to his lips was an endless passage
coupled with an eminent desire to be his tears,
trickling down the side of his face
like a calm stream in the silent forest.
Tears that emerge from his heart
are like a purple orchid in full bloom.
They rest on his chin as the sun reposes on the ocean before setting,
Satiating the unfathomable thirst of his desires.
The crystal fire ends in the nectar of his sweet lips.
El camino hacia sus labios es como un pasaje sin fin
acoplado con un deseo conspicuo de ser sus lagrimas,
cayendo en su dulce cara de niño
como un arroyo en un bosque encantado.
Lagrimas que emergen de su corazón
Son como orquídeas purpurinas en retoño
Ellas descansan en su mejilla como el sol reposa en el océano antes de
ocultarse.
Saciando la sed incalculable de sus deseos.
Culminando en el fuego cristalino de el néctar de sus dulces labios.
Karen
Excelente poema, te felicito. Que ternura y en especial muy romantico.
William Mantilla R.
Kissing you kissing me
By. Karen
“Questions I Can Keep”
His mind glows with the hatred of the shunned,
It’s almost darling in a way.
His heart beats with the violence of the numbed–
Or was that yesterday?
Will forty years find a kid basking in the sun,
(Sleeping high in hell?)
Out and down but done?
Who can tell?
Consultation brings me near,
Quiet thoughts on edge of tongue
Speak of tortured shame and fear.
No glory from this thing has sung.
And yet the eyes that blink are bright,
The cataracts are falsely told.
Is his soul a beauty, oh beckoned light,
Or is it mold?
Too many answers fog my tired mind,
Not enough are what he wants;
(Yet I believe he’ll find his kind
Hidden in a rude séance.)
My Day off from work I sleep until 3
Get out of bed just to watch the TV
No shower, sweatpants, hair shines with grease
Bare walls confine me, Apathy released
I’ll stay up til too late changing the stations
Wasting my free time catotonic patience
Sitting I think of new words to a song
Wasting away, fuck it, pack up the bong
Deaf Ears
By: LaWanda Stallworth
I am in a deaf world. No matter what I say nothing is heard. It falls on deaf ears and my hopeless expression falls on blind eyes. I speak what is manifest on my heart and it is slung back at me by the deaf as nonsense or trash. My thoughts are not misunderstood they are just unheard by deaf ears. I am in a selfish world. I give my thoughts as gifts, but selfish minds won’t let my share thoughts that are more piercing then theirs. I am misunderstood because I am not heard by deaf ears. I feel as if I have to learn sign language just to communicate with deaf ears but the ignorance in their hearts won’t let them see me. Screaming is pointless because the power that the deaf minds hold starts to silence my determination to get my point across. Now I am part of the many that choose to be silent. I am not a deaf mind I am now a silent heart….
We were not the perfect ” two ” but we were the greatest ” ones “!
In all honesty, all i wanted to do was love you…
the good the bad the ugly.
the parts of you that are true…
the parts you are shamed to show.
I wanted to hold you up; help you grow.
I just wanted to be granted the wish of kissing your lips every time i wake up.
look into your eye black like the universe, become starstruck.
tongue stuck.
You stare back as this three word, 8 letter, prison sentence crawls off my lips.
Surprise that i could love you as fucked up as you are.
We are all but human walking towards our own eternity,
i just wanted you to accompany me.
I just wanted to wipe the sweat of stress off your brow.
watch your lips part, listen to your growing heart, build a visual of love greater the Noah arc.
I made empty space in myself just so you can fit.
now that you are gone,…
All i wanted to do was love you…
pass time, space, and life.
If i was to leave ill come back just to love you twice.
At night at look at the sky and scream!,
” My love is bigger than thee!”
all i wanted to do was love you…
all of you…pass eternity.
Hello Houston
I wrote you a love letter
Telling you every bit I never knew
Letting you know that my life story lives vicariously through you
I watched you
I read deep into your eyes in between margins hidden increases where you tucked them away
Backs to covers and put to shame
You didn’t know how to let them see the light of day
I watched your many years of dancing around a mic fly by
Picking up each step with grace and agility one by one just hoping each day would make it easier to reach for it
Forcing yourself to think outside of a box that seemingly never really had you boxed in
You kicked that square dance and let your soul seep in
I loved you each day I knew less of your existence yet some part of me screamed your name
Ignorance silenced my screams so I listened to your battle cries
Torn between hip-hop and spoken word but to me it all sounded the same
I walked with you
Across a busy intersection
In Houston
In the rain
Notebook in hand headphones in ears adding unnecessary noise to the soundtrack of inspiration that these streets never stopped playing
Even when life’s bumps and curves scratched into those records we never stopped rocking
Poets make the best of a rainy day
Those tears flow perpendicular to our pen’s ink
Our souls bleed
Down these streets whether we stand here or not
Whether we choose to grace this stage
Or leave this mic standing
We were here
Even if you save my footprints for a sunny day
We were made in the rain
Walking down the street I look up and reclaim my youth
If I close my eyes I’m back in the second row
The last seat to your right
Amazed
You told me that
I am a King.
You
Drew out an inch from me with every word you spit
You
Played tricks with my mind that burned through to my soul
You roughly caressed the ventricles of my heart
You
Picked up the pieces that had been resting in places I didn’t know to look for and put together the masterpiece I discovered when I heard you speak
Not even spotlights could shine through me the way you do
Burn holes into my spirit with irony that I never knew could be so funny
Throw concepts right and left
Entangle me into the whirlwind of your brilliance
You are the definition of resilience
The fire burning in your chest can destruct any corner cipher
Slaughter any sacrificial slam poet Houston has to offer
I envy you
Even though I could never be you
I will always love you
Even if I never meet you again
I will never forget you
I will never forget who
I fell in love with the night I heard Shakespeare shout out Tupac
Mozart gave a dap to Jay Z
And angels laughed with Biggie
And Michelle Obama hugged the queen
Because like you said Fuck the kingpiece
You are endless possibilities
You are instability
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Life
Life is so mysterious, so hard to explain
Full of so much pleasure and oh so much pain
The years have made me stronger, intelligent and wise
Through all of the sadness and all the goodbyes
I have pulled myself through so many storms
The Lord has saved me in so many forms
After all of the thunder, lightning, and rain
The hope that lives inside me takes away all the pain
Never judge a book by the cover
you must open it to discover
what lies inside someones soul
that is what will make you whole
Do not judge me for I am only human just like you
All of us have done things that we wish we didn’t do
Life has taught me so much that I could never learn from school
One who lacks common sense is for sure a fool
If you have lived life as I have you would know
there is no need pretending or putting on a show
Life is hard and full of so much that you can not control
If you allow it to it will get the best of you it will take its toll
For me today life is so much more then it ever was before
I realize that we are all here for a purpose, be it big or small
The good Lord above has a plan for us all.
I urge you to live life to its fullest every day
because just like that it may be taken away
Love unconditionally, honest and true
Treat others as you wish they treat you
Forgive and forget it is the least one can do
Look at life from a different point of view
Life is so precious, we are all truly blessed
so take a chance, give your all make it the best!
Hispanics
You may see I’m one.
Born to be one.
I am one!
Descrimination toward all of us,
Yet we are still here.
See how we work from there
or there.
Observe our Intelligence,
To be able to do,
To get,
To earn!
You descriminate,
But why?
Are you scared?
Are you mad?
Or are you just territorrial?
We are not here for anyone!
We are here for ourselves!
Wanting a better life,
A better future for us and our children.
Some hispanics just mess up everything
for the ones who truly want to succed.
But me I PROMISE TO-
.Help the world understand us
.Find peace through hatred
.Deserve our rights
.And so much more.
Just as Gandhi,
Martin Luther King Jr.,
And Nelson Mandela
I will fight without violence,
No matter if death will be there by my side.
I am proud to be an American Honduran!
I am poud to be Honduran!
I am proud to be Hispanic!
A grandmother’s smile
I know she wants to thank me
But she doesn’t know how
Hidrosis drips sit in the trough of her brow
The pain is back
The years and years of memories
Come and go
Who was born and who is deceased
She speaks to me
Telling me of all the wild tales
Of heartbreak, mistakes made, going to jail
Daring to fail
And coming back stronger than before
But when I go
The strength isn’t there anymore
Back to routine
Waking up from a bad dream
Looks up and around realizing it’s the same thing
Breakfast with strangers
Mailbox empty like her bank stock
Channel changer falls between the wall and the bed cot…
The a/c broken again
Has to wheel herself out to fresh air in the den
And she wish she could be out there with a friend
But when others walk by she has to pretend
Like she knows who they are cause they live next door
But the disease inside disguises neighbors
Dinnertime now
Heart doesn’t know why it hurts
But I’m faithful
Show up everyday like clockwork
I knock first…
Bring in a fan to keep the room cold…
Dig between the sheets to find the remote control…
Smile when she say she felt like she seen me before
Listen to her stories like the first time I heard em told…
Some wonder why I bother
Her own grandsons and granddaughters don’t write or even call her…
Some days are worse than others
But I try to treat her everyday like I treat my own grandmother…
Because I think it’s worth it
To see somebody smile instead of crying and feeling like they’re worthless…
And that’s my style
Because a life lived for others is a life worthwhile
(written by Hidro J.)
Life is easier when you live it for others instead of yourself
Oil
It’s here
Poverty came to visit
And curled itself around the house and began to paw at the doors
Its fingers flicking in the cold drafts around the tightly barred windows
It is systemic and inevitable and it does not rush
The boiler coughs its last warm breath
And Mr., young, strong, white is supposed to bear the assistance program
Mrs. dull, gray, bureaucratic eyes tell me
Is he an addict? Does he have an illness? Does he beat you?
Hardly noticeable actions inquire over a stack of forms
I stand emasculated and watch her disapprove
And I have never wanted oil so badly in my life
I want to breathe it and drink it and offer it to my children
And wear the modern balm of Gilead like a coat
That prevents the plaster from cracking and the paint from peeling
And our stomachs from hurting and sickness from catching
And keeps us from being papered into the walls of this dilapidated life
What a Soul Is
December, a weekday.
The snow falls;
It’s a perfect winter storm.
Early dismissal comes
crackling from ancient speakers –
hundreds of children escape,
backpacks bumping:
little souls soaring.
Twelve degrees Fahrenheit and
the cat curls into a half moon.
She’s warming on the bed –
pink nosed, dazed and voluptuous
with tuna breath, a slight snore.
Her soul swells in front of me;
all she needs in the world she has.
And me,
the iron clad kettle whistles
from the kitchen.
I know more about fear and dread
than I ever imagined;
I’m confused about God.
Still, I stare from the window while
the little boy from next door
jumps into the snowbank.
Russet curls blow across his
porcelain forehead.
His snowsuit is as bold as a red sailboat.
These images shape my soul
with a sympathetic hand.
The long streets are still
in the half-light of dusk,
but, it’s in all off us, I know —
An envelope stuffed with
words and pictures,
neither happiness
nor sadness:
a soul just is.
Commonplace
Bud Zuka – February 2009
Two came to a place.
You know the place well.
You might not know that you know it.
Only time will tell.
The place had two out roads.
One wide and well lit,
The other scary, less traveled,
Appearing unfit.
One chose as most do
To take the obvious choice.
Always follow the path of others.
Turn your back on your voice.
Pausing only briefly
The other bid farewell.
Good luck on your journey.
Hope all things go well.
With those words he departed and
Headed out on his own.
Not knowing precisely which
Life’s lessons he’d be shown.
In the end both made it
To the same place in time.
One’s eyes were empty.
The other’s sublime.
As you come to life’s places
With their count overflowing
Will your eyes show no answers
Or will they be knowing?
Life is short so live it
Why should i worry
when i should be smiling
why should i hurry
when the world all around me
People are funny
though they never will see it
they never have time
though they have no where to be at
Take over a minute
if you think you can spare it
enjoy your life while you still can be in it
and look all around you
and see what your missing
We fly though life
so fast that we miss it
and only when were old
do we still try to kiss it
Slow down your life
and try to enjoy it
so where its your time to go
you won’t have to miss it.
turn off the tv
love’s hope
Hope is so bright.
I can’t keep it in.
It beaming inside me.
I feel within.
I am so happy.
So joyful so free.
I feel I can fly as high as a tree.
so high and so higher.
Many miles in the sky.
My love is so giving.
There nothing I won’t do.
And all of my loving I give on to you.
I ask nothing back.
So why are you mad.
When I’m happy and joyful.
And your always sad.
You bring me down.
Down to the ground.
Why won’t you let me enjoy
The love I have found.
I enjoy life so much.
And your always my cloud.
You keep the sunny day off me.
And you there with a frown.
Please learn how to see.
All the beauty all around us.
And enjoy all that life.
Has decided to give us.
And learn to smile.
I love you.
Life chain continues
A new light approach
Were on our way
A new life is here
A baby see day
He walks
And he grows
He daring
And brave
Life is all new
and everything perfect
but as we get older
and life take its toll
Our body no longer
will do as its toll
Just think of the old days
When you were a king
And make sure to pass it
to the little infant
Encyclopedia X
Wedged in a case, among many others
I reminisce fondly, of a grudge tightly wound
Hatred for my more popular brothers
With whom—now—I find that I’m tightly bound.
They were always more loved than I.
Tenderly held like newborns in eager hands,
By: students, children, those with a curious eye
Whose minds ached for information of foreign lands;
Searching for pictures, data, and answers.
Wanting animals: Quail, rhinoceros, salamander, tortoise, unicorn, viper, wombat, yak, zebra
Lion, manatee, newt, octopus, and panthers.
But never the xenopus, xantis, xeme, xenurine, xoni, xiphias, xenops, xanthareel, or xenarthra.
So I sat here hurt, resentful, and smoldering.
Until the digital age. Then my hate was displaced,
And transferred to Yahoo, Google, and Bing.
My family forsaken, endangered, disgraced.
Together we sit—outraged— locked in a cell.
Like a toad caught by a child and jailed in a bottle
Our knowledge squirms inside us—stuck in this hell.
Enraged by technology, and the children it will coddle.
Internet won the battle, yes it won the war
It’s just so convenient! And in all kinds of places!
Even in the room across from us—right through the door
Mocking us constantly, and sneering through electric faces.
The Unsuccessful Ovum
Anxious yet confident—I’m too strong to struggle—
Patiently waiting, biding my time as always
I hope she’s oblivious, not counting the days,
So in a matter of months we’ll get to snuggle.
I’m off—silent—so near anticipated fate.
She can’t feel me yet, she has no way of knowing
She’ll guess soon enough—when I cling and start growing.
Yeah! She’ll figure it out when she starts gaining weight.
I finally made it; I’m out of the tunnel.
It’s hot, slippery, dark—I can’t tell where I am—
It’s lonely in here, I want out of this funnel.
He was supposed to meet me here, where is he? …Damn!
I hate this smart woman! She didn’t “do the deed”
But revenge will be mine—and I’ll make the bitch bleed.
My Invisible Scars
You made me promise not to tell
All the time you put me through hell
Made me feel like it was my fault
Made me ashamed that I didn’t make it halt
What about your promises broken
Some aloud and some unspoken
To love and protect me and keep me from harm
It seems everyone was blinded by your charm
But I know the truth behind your lies
I see the sinister in your eyes
You I love and you I hate
To others I can no longer relate
Torn asunder, my soul battered
My scars invisible, like I never mattered
No, I didn’t forget
The time we sat on your balcony
in the dark of early morning
and you let me inside your head.
We talked about God,
or lack there of,
and our air was polluted
with smoke and obscenities
as you cursed the unfair world.
I sat silently.
Mostly listening,
mostly taking you in,
mostly studying you.
The way you spoke of future plans
which at the time included me.
The sun found the horizon
and caught the profile of your face,
highlighting each perfection and flaw.
You took your final drag
and suggested we get some sleep
so I followed you inside and collapsed
right in your arms, right at home.
With each tick of my watch
you fell into a deeper sleep
and as much as I wanted to do the same,
how was I supposed to sleep
with that paragon image of you
fresh on my mind?
A WOMAN’S SON
A woman knew a baby, growing within her, destined to be cherished.
A woman felt her baby moving, hoping to share the signs of life with his father who remained distant, cold, uninterested.
A woman knew a newborn, with eyes of melting chocolate and pink cherubic cheeks,
A woman felt her baby boy take hold of her heart, learning how deeply she could love.
A woman knew a little boy, all dimples, tight hugs and laughter.
A woman felt the pain as her son’s father turned away to pursue interests elsewhere.
A woman knew a boy, wise beyond his years, who began to see and speak the truth.
A woman felt the love whispered by her son sharing his thoughts that it was only his mom he knew he could depend upon.
A woman knew a young man, but now, only from photographs and memories.
A woman felt the severed bonds committed by the man she left, bent on revenge despite the damage inflicted on the child they created.
A woman knew a teenaged boy, nostalgic for his mother’s love, yet tainted by his father’s false words and deeds.
A woman felt the joy of reunion, mingling with the pain of the years lost through no fault of her own.
A woman knew her son, once sweet and kind and giving and embracing life’s lessons.
A woman felt the despair on the day her son revealed he had become his father.
A woman knew a father-to-be, and hoped his son would be like the little boy she once knew.
A woman felt an ache in her heart as she prayed the baby would not follow in his father’s footsteps.
A woman knew of a young father, molded from his own father’s anger, who would someday lose his son and feel the agony of unfounded loss.
A woman felt the anguish of losing a son who remained very much alive, just without her.
I would like to voite for this this poem.
When darkness calls me, it finds me
sealed in the sullen, sallowed silence.
My pain a living thing,
to slowly tighten its strangle-hold on me.
My life ebbing away in the stark, starless night…
Here I am, at the end of me…
Trying to hold on for one last reprieve.
I wallow in remembered wishes and broken promises…
No voice left to speak one last time…
To tell you all I did not say but should have…
As I slip away in the grip of darkness,
Cold…pain-wracked…devastated that you should see…
My weakness, the darkest side of me…
My secret sadness I hide inside…
whispers dark thoughts and pain-filled words.
The seduction of bitter wallowing calls…
It reaches out and embraces me.
It feels like I’m dying inside…
No one seems to notice.
My mask of normality never slips…
No one ever sees the real me.
No one tries to peer into my soul…
Not worth their time.
The hunger to be needed, wanted…
burns…it scars my soul.
Not loved…
Not needed…
Why do I stay?
Why do I fight another day?
Everyday is exactly the same…
I feel myself slipping away.
Only the shell remains.
Hollow inside.
All that was me ebbed away…
as my pain swallowed me whole…
and I find I can’t even cry any more.
For when the darkness calls to me…
I’m already gone inside…
When darkness calls me…
I hide behind my shut eyes.
My thoughts leap back to that moment once again.
My words a scourge to my mind and soul…
Said in anger, when I lost control.
Hurtful, I said them to evoke pain in you.
My own twisted nature causing me to inflict pain on you…
When really I want to be saying these words to myself.
Once said, there is no return…
No way to gather them back.
They scatter like so many dark, spoilt seeds…
Catching hold in those around me.
Breathed in, they plant themselves inside…
There they grow, twisting their roots into you, mind body, and soul.
They bear the dark, bitter fruit of despair…of pain…of anger…
And upon their decay, their seeds erupt from you,
bitter words breathed forth as the terrible cycle comes full circle.
And now it is my turn to twist in the pain you cut from me…
Inside my mind, our heated words replay endlessly…
Our mutual pain we inflict upon one another.
Always present inside my mind…
When the darkness calls me.
RENT (a poem to my cousin who passed away from HIV)
Now that your gone a hollow space lingers in the deepths of my heart…
I miss you.
I asked you to stay but the obviously the demand wasn’t stern enough
Hard enough….
Meaningful…enough….
Pounding depression regrets and denial. She isn’t gone! She’s just taking time off.
Lying to myself. With what help; my mind believing the lies I’m feeding.
Starving foe truth.
What’s the use? Pointless fight through the night. While time speeds through on a steady flight….
I still miss you…
Acceptance will never know me. I refuse to let you die. Mentally.
The empty space travels daily in my heart.
I’m not giving this space away anymore. So when the next person leaves me I can simply tell myself…
I have room for rent……
Blueberries
Some of them taste sweet
Some of them taste sour
Some of them taste
Like nothing at all
they will say that my name was never uttered, that words never tasted the syllables of my existence.
sitting in my room, listening to sade
thinking about my chi-town juvie, the best
years ago i thought i would grow out of my ruthless ways
but then i realized, growing into them made me the person i am today
tell me what you want, tell me what you need
but if i don’t know, is it really that easy?
believe half of what i see and none of what i hear
i will not see what i can’t have forever
i could have loved you more, if i tried
better nights, better laughs, better times to pass
busy focused on the past, you don’t even consider the future
or maybe that’s just my naive demeanor.
niggas think they know you, until they meet you,
and even then, they still misconceive you.
i’m through trying to convince you.
lavender (in memory of Shoota)
SHOTS FIRE FROM BLACKNESS
A BLACK BIRD CHIRPS
A CROSS IS BEING BURNED
AND A MOTHER’S SOUL MURKED
THE CHILDREN RUN OUTSIDE
ALL DYING TO SEE
THE LOOK OF A DEAD YOUNG BLACK BOY
THEY ALL ONCE WANTED TO BE
DRIED BLOOD THICKENS
CAUSING IT HARDER TO HIDE
THE WOUNDS OF OUR PAST
HARDLY EVER BECOME ASPECTS OF STRIDE
WE GO ON LIVING
DISILLUSIONED TO THE TIME
OUR PAST BECOMES PRESENT
AND THE FUTURE SEEMS TO SUBSIDE
ONE DAY WE MUST AWAKEN
AND SLICE THE BLACKBIRDS THROAT
PULL OUT ITS VOICE-BOX
AND THROW IT IN THE DIRT
STAND TALL ON FIRM LAND
AND NEVER BE AFRAID TO FALL
MOST OF ALL WE MUST REMEMBER
HALF THAT SHIT DON’T MATTER AT ALL
He said all the things that must be said, for me to disappear
Disconnected from what seemed true, my path was ever so clear
Long nights, long fights, wasn’t nothing to me
We just wanted to break the rules, so we did the shit we saw on TV
Butt bustin’, mama cussin, but you still got a price to pay
Mama might let you by, but you better believe what yo daddy say
Knowledge is power and education is key, I just wanted to say “Look old man, your way just ain’t for me”
I did what I had to do because the benefits are there
But in my head, I’m in Brooklyn, sporting nothing but my underwear.
We live a life of luxury- they say.
Unaware, with no cares.. Not even faded by the stares
Our only objective is to roam free. Neanderthals, maybe
Sooner or later we all lose the things we love in life
But the difference between us and them is, they love out of spite
Too long had come and gone and I waited on a sign
No matter how hard I try to distract myself
He still remains on my mind.
“I know you want this peter girl,”
The line replays in my head
But truthfully, I am at peace
Now that they shot him dead.
We are souls with bodies, not bodies with souls
When I think of my love for you, my heart beats out of control
We miss you Jj, and that will never grow old
As long as we stay strong, our love will never fold.
Lets go,
to a place where only lovers go.
Do all the things lovers do. No press. No stress.
It can be me, you, you, and even you.
Shift Happens
Never has it ever been
that things will always stay as they seem.
Days and nights will never be the same
as months and years and seasons change.
Glaciers flow and then they shrink,
lakes they grow and then they sink.
Wind has no direction that is consistent,
even light bends when gravity is persistent.
Shifting plates causes earth to quake,
as all is in a state of give and take.
Minds are too busy thinking to ever reach final thought,
as answers lead to more questions than originally we’ve got.
Rock hard hearts melt just like Earth’s liquid core.
Chaos needs it’s order, just as peace needs it’s war.
In our world of constant change, revolution is a season.
The dam will burst when the water’s high, shift happens for a reason.
“Spin Cycle” by Gerald Myers Chasing demons and dragons and falliing off wagons
Going faster and faster awaiting diaster, hopelessly chasing my tail
Im spinning, Im spinning yet never winning
Mumbling prayers for achieving max-fail
( my prayer being answered was predictable)
Concrete and steel protect me from all of my worldly ways
Protections not free and I’m payimg that fee with my years
and my months and my days
For Mom ” Mourning in the Morning ” By J.Myers
Outside it’s gray and dreary it seems natures donned a shroud
as if it feels our feelings the whole worlds head is bowed
This drab and funeral palette so in tuned with loss and pain
like Mother Natures mourning her tears come down as rain
Never take for granted that there will be another day
to get around to saying all the things we need to say
This anniversary of sorrow somber,and austere
only serves as sad reminder that our Mother is not here
John Denver by BRANDON PAUL WEBB
I climb all the mountains
I see all the trees
Listen to John Denver
Coping with reality
Ice forms on the mountains
A mouth for all the streams
Listen to John Denver
Never stop believing dreams
Life is what you make it
So do the best you can
And listen to John Denver
Mother nature one with Man
Slow down take it easy
You have all your life
Time is never easy
How it keeps on going by
Open up your eyes
Time shall bring surprise
Go ahead and try
Just drown yourself in life
In the hearts of Man
You can understand
Every dream comes true
Only for those who stand
I climb all the mountains
I see all the trees
Listen to John Denver
Singing through a holy breeze….
Spiral Glare by BRANDON PAUL WEBB
In one corner three walls meet
You are in between them
Screaming out for me
In one forest dew drips down
From flowers growing on the ground
And you’re falling down
In a room one boy’s crying
For his father who just died
Open up your eyes
On a plain beyond some grass
Remain the last of The Lost
Someone needs your hand
In a room one boy’s silent
From such others who made him so
Being forgotten he became entranced in a Spiral Glare…
Sin That Stains by BRANDON PAUL WEBB
Every day
A sin that stains
Brands my soul
And summons rain
Here I stand
A jagged edge
I’m alive
But I feel dead
Every year
I hate to face
My fears
So displaced
When I think
About this life
I wish I could find a way
To solve my problems and make them go away
Sanity is going
Far away from me
Sometimes I get lonely
Unhappy I’m not free
Looking for an answer
I’ll probably never find
Might as well give up now
Lord, I’m just wasting time..
“The Christmas Table”
As I look around the Christmas Table
Arrayed with turkey and garnish
And my aunt’s bright shiny silverware
That never seems to tarnish
I can picture those who once were here
All sitting in their places
But,now, they all have been replaced
By those with younger faces
And,suddenly,I realize
As my later years draw near
Someday my grandson
Will fill the space
Where I’ve sat all these years
To Rest
I fear the hour
As night begins to press.
Awake, but close to dreams,
Yet, your eyelids rest.
Softly do I speak
Afraid I’ll be too loud.
I rest my head to hear
A heart beating no sound.
By day will you wake?
With sunrise, come around?
Will darkness steal you
To leave my life unbound?
Days will never last
And soon you’ll leave me now.
Knives will cut frailing rope
Splitting our scared vow.
If that is to be,
Should I press to cry?
Though tears will always pour
I should face you will die.
I will love the days we have
And what will come to be.
For the days we never had
I’ll fill with memories.
Sleep my weary soul
As darkness starts to press.
I’ll see your face at dawn,
Since love is not to rest.
I’m broken down, all drawn out
I could disappear without a sound
Untraceable, I’m replaceable
All the things I never said
Because I opted for peace instead
I’m not quiet, I’m silent
And believe me when I tell you
There’s nothing else we can do
We’ve run our course,
I’ve seen this before
I’m all figured out, oh so tired
Yes I’m false, but you’re the liar
You know, and I know
Hidden beneath this shallow sea
Is a deep undertow yelling someone please
Come find me, refine me
And believe me when I say
I think things are better off this way
We’ve run our course,
I’ve seen this before
I’m a story that’s already been told
I’m a movie with no plot left to unfold
Forgotten, I’m rotten
For everything I swore I’d do
Deep down I made a new excuse
To back out, to leave doubt
And believe me when I say
I think things are better off this way
We’ve run our course
I’ve seen this before
canticle… je vous ai voulu pour toujours
arriving single-edged in all her forms…
amidst the swirling mist, un-veiled,
treasured and high minded…comes the rain-goddess,
with her wind blown hair… something from a fairy tale,
deliberate
and dressed for the occasion,
tipped sideward with invitations to view the world upside-down she smiled…
and waved…she behaved in that way….
i believe in genies (jinnis)…and in those who float across the open sky
like scatterd clouds and holidays…and in very simple ways bring about a dawning
..a blossoming…a giddy-ness…i believe in our fables…and in you with great clarity…
ah, there you are…as a foreign film full of fiction and giggle…
there’s you,
enchanted, somehow guiding me..
repairing detachment with the laughter while draped in the elegance of your purposed simplicity… lingering long in scenes all of your own…there’s you…
…welcoming in the distance…
we’re collected works now …formed by believing, possibly defying…
we’re quick moments…messages startling and sudden…waded through…
we’re constructed histories with layers of edits…mediums carved from implication…
of passions and ambitions wailing…of stalled out anthems…
we both know paths. dicta and destinations,
should you care to notice…are more than meet the eye now…we owe each other a waltz
ah, there you are…amid the swish of painted, rustling silks with
your magic lamp.. your uncommon way…your roots grown deeper
than asked for from your traditional sources and rituals…
those grandly imperfect episodes of revealing, un-yielding, viewed
…with others eyes and subtle public magic you snatched from the wood
…i’ve seen those pilloried in past lives…faces on stamps. i saw a republic, with eyes missing. i believed in the wild…in spring…. then i saw autumn… a thousand faces at the door…i saw those who hated very much…those of whom poets sang and ancients warned…then i saw you, your warnings and your wide, deep unblinking eyes.. ‘AAs’ as you said…shimmering in my desert……dwelling in the same places…
i wanted to settle properly…brazenly even…into casual tones…to wash your hair
with herbs…to wipe just one moon with promise…to sit before our fire with it’s warmth and crackle experiencing the harmony of all that…without conjured things in patterns
and alchemy…without threads running between us. but mockingly you’ve kept a straight face,
…swearing off fantasy, and in the fullness of our brief days i dreamt your sigh…
……echoing…“envie de te toucher, tu es loin”… as i stepped from shade and shadow
……… righteously stepping back into circulation… writing these things and such..
i understand the seine still flows…and
i have left a chest of things there
…..linen and candles
……….things for the return
……………things, powders and oils of earth tones and magus
………………of once upon a times…of hush…
listen for me…and when you hear the chimes of vespers, listen for my calling
dearest
ah, there you are
i’ve been hoping you’d arrive soon
superstition held such tricks after all
…its need to fumble
its processions of power with pretense and so forth…now you
…in perfect tense
…in things you ask
courting comes slow for me…
its rituals
its grandly imperfect episodes
revealing, yielding, viewing myself with others eyes
dearest you…scolding my being surprised…
hold this moment for me
i’ll come around
i’ve waited…and yearned for
that rare payoff
like a foreign film full of smile, of fiction and giggle,
there’s you, enchanted, repairing my detachment
while draped in elegant simplicity
…and lingering long in scenes all of your own
your laughs bringing me from corners
and all their straight lines
or words and when to use them
…learning your ballads when you’ve left the room
ah, there you are
amid the swish of painted silks and rustling poets…
your lamp of good news in your uncommon way
…turned to thought and season, me dangling there
glowing, as if having slipped from a sacred place
as fragile and gentle
…as naked trees in warm rains
…..love about you as a saffron metaphor
on a sunlit autumn day
easy, with reason to picasso
arriving single-edged in satin shoes and all her forms,
walking amid the swirling mist, un-veiled, gentle,
treasured and high minded like the rain-goddess, with her
un-swept hair as something from a fairy tale,
deliberate and dressed for the occasion, tipped sideward
she smiled…and waved. she behaved in that way.
those paintings are not mine to keep yet, still
just canvas reminders of a bad storm system back talking,
still impalpable, though our eyes sharpened together
for a while on their surfaces. something else enlisted her,
her good strange form of clarity best held for reinforcement.
i remember her standing brilliant among contrasting colors
and depictions, among monsters turned to flora and recognizable things.
i said ‘i love you’ aloud then, beneath the sylvette david and waved
my arms toward the flicks of gray, soft, confounding brush strokes.
i’d requested a motto, a message, a thing stitched together i could fix
if need be. there was the faint noise of her kiss as i traced her shoulders.
there, delicate and convincing, was the shaking of her head, our own untitled series
and the tone of a bell long ago rusted which now breaks inside of me.
‘i love you’, i said to our silence darker than i recall, on the street side,
between the lions, as she and chicago wrapped around me. i did not look back
upon where this rare moment might carry us,
nor gird,
nor feel the release.
i have continued for a time, like foam and waves cast out… and drawn back in.
Let’s start a new chapter
To the story we’ve all heard before
The one where you wake up
Screaming on the bedroom floor
The screams are silent
And you can’t remember your dreams
Engulfed by the misery that follows
Which leaves you as vulnerable as ever
So take whatever you can get
Because I know exactly how you feel
And the nights will not let you forget
Which makes all the effort worthless
You might as well just sleep
Attempt to shake off the sense of regret that
Hangs like a rock in your heart
And you’ll never get back on your feet.
Pandora’s Box
Broken dreams of shattered faces.
Faded print of ruined spaces.
Blood stained ground from lovers rent.
Hollowed chests of oaths not meant.
Blazing remnants,
Splintered figments.
Beloved heart-shaped Debris.
Dancing in the Darkness
I dance in the shadows of darkness
With a reflection I cannot see.
I can’t see anything but what of it?
We know all the steps, her and me.
I never wanted to learn the dance,
Never wanted her to live for me,
Never wanted to live a lie,
And flee my memories.
My partner, she looks like me,
Except she knows how to smile and laugh.
She loves and everyone loves her.
She has the things I used to have.
I don’t want to be her puppet,
Condemned to eternal night.
But perhaps it’s really my fault
For being unable to stand the light.
But what would everyone say
If light destroyed my dark?
If they saw the shadowmancer?
If they saw inside my heart.
If I stopped my dancing at dusk,
And walked freely at high noon,
And allowed them all to see
What I show only to the moon?
If I let the light illumine
Everything he’s ever done,
If I finally stop hiding
And let the illusion come undone,
What would the world think of me?
Would they stop and stare?
Would they send me away,
As the scourge that can’t be bared?
Worse yet,
What if they don’t believe me,
And they send me back once more,
After tasting beautiful light,
Into the shadows where I was before?
To dance my nighted dance,
To hide again in shame,
To endure it all alone,
To never be the same.
To never live again,
To exist only as a name,
With a fabrication leading my life
In a sick, twisted little game.
So what do you see?
It’s commonly asked to me.
Because color is not in my brain registry.
Is this blue? Is this black?
Come on tell us, what color is that?
You know your color abilities are something to laugh at.
Well what’s so strange?
It doesn’t cause me to be deranged.
Unlike your skill to make your brain chemistry change.
You call it your mood, you call it emotions
It seems that it changes like the ocean
Those feelings inside of you cause a lot of commotion
So I’m blind to color and to feelings
Both things I can’t learn from teachings
This doesn’t mean I’m doing the devil’s dealings
Accept me for who I am
Trust me this wasn’t my plan
Life is crazy and kills slower than quick sand
I’m just trying to live my simple life
You say living without color isn’t right
You say living without hope, how can I get through the night?
I just put my head on my pillow
And look up at the sky
And before I know it I can see a faint gray light.
You say you feel alive, but your space grows defined
Fought battles with myself when discord depleted my supply.
It’s been hours since I’ve been in a comfortable state
It’s been years since I’ve been set with our fate
I’ll talk a little louder so you’ll certainly hear,
These misinterpretations that seemed so clear
The fissures in my pretense will, in time, make sense
When I’m tired and used,
and you’ve found the bruise in my impassable defense
Our tie is a vine of the trickiest design
Your sour lines are dry, as you swallow them with wine
i wish I had the means of burning the bridge that leads to you
you’ve established as the gate blocking my escape route
I swear I control every inch of my soul
I am past your conflictions; I promise that I’m whole
but will you make this one admission: were we just a pipe dream?
you set limits on my view, now it’s too dark to see.
You took a critical fragment of me
And hid it away in a nameless sea
I’ve nearly forsaken this difficult strife
But ill come back for you and instill in you, life.
i search forever in this sea, deep and blue
too many fish look the same as you
cuz all that i’ve been angling
caught up with me and changed some things.
you’ve got a hook line and sinker in my heart
it’s been digging at me slowly, tearing me apart,
don’t drag me along, can’t stay on the line anymore
ill say goodbye now and nurse my open sore.
I am bitter
And you are sweet
Hurt has made me wary
But your ways make me complete
I am acceptance
And you are denial
You stand alone in the embrace of ease
I hold my own in this downward spiral
I am dawn
And you are dusk
I’ll make the sun rise for you
But you won’t look up
I am land
And you are sea
My haven will protect you
And your boat will find my refuge
I will give
And you will take
I offered you my heart
In a bed of lies I wait
I am water
And you are fire
My waves will crash over you
Your flames ignite my desire
I am without
And you are within
I crave you and I always have
Let the weight of my affliction sink in
I am land
And you are sea
My haven will protect you
And your boat will find my refuge
I’m in the ground
And you’re in the sky
I’m buried in lost memories
I’ll watch you fly away-
without a goodbye
For Now (Nothing Is Ever Enough)
For now
I’ll just hold him
Feel my warmth enfold around him
Not think about what I know has to be
It’s not that I don’t love him
It’s that something comes above him
And that something is crying out to me
I feel it swimming in me
This pent up creativity
Screaming so loud to be heard
If I remain in this trance
Just to stay in this romance
I won’t be allowed to speak one word
I’ve always been haunted by
Things I’ve always wanted, I
Know that the price is high
But it can’t be any other way
You can’t put me in a box
Hold me down with chains & locks
Then sit back & watch
While I suffocate
The madness that breathes in me
Could come out so easily
My struggle is just to exist
Please keep me in your heart
When you know that I might fall apart
I never asked for any of this
It just is what is
I don’t have any choice
I must let them hear my voice
This goes beyond you & I
I wanted you to come with me
Feel the magic & be set free
But you choose to shrivel up & die
I don’t know why
I don’t know why
I don’t know why
The drive & the need
Have planted their seed
They need to be freed
Need to be believed
I never wanted normal things
I cringe when I hear a child screaming
Want to hop back in my bed
Continue dreaming
The only man who will want to be with me
Is one who is able to see
The wizard has the curtain closed
It’s not what I would have chose
To be so aware of the absurdity
Maybe there’s no hope for me
When I know what I can’t be
I can’t be normative
Can only try to live
In this strange world I’ll never understand
And way down deep inside
In that place I try to hide
I’ll pray to a god that has never heard me
Pray for a love to come & save me
Knowing all the time
I’m just wasting my time
I’m just losing my mind
Cause no one’s gonna care that much
or dare love one so out of touch
With reality
I’ll just be lonely
I’ll just be lonely
I’ll just be lonely
You’re all lost in your drama
You’ve put on all your Armour
While I lay myself naked before you
I feel death’s constant presence
So I am left defenseless
This is just something I am forced to do
Knowing the price for me
You’ll whisper “Oh she’s crazy”
& go on with your little lives
Or else you’ll put me down
Wish I was not around
To force you to open up your eyes
Can I get just one of you to understand
I’m losing the love of my life
I can’t close the veil
On everything I feel
I can’t be a mother & a wife
I can barely breath most of the time
& my smile is not really mine
If I smile enough
Will you give me the love
That might keep me sane
In this torturous game
Where nothing is ever enough?
by L.A.P. 2008
The Awakening
See her in the corner shaking
Is she something in the making
Torn in two
Inside she’s blue
Longing for the awakening
Puzzled by the brevity
Good feelings rise then cease to be
Courage is to maintain breath
Climb inside & view the depths
Creation whole
It sears the soul
Please let me go
& embrace death…
By L.A.P. 1/6/09
Love Is Nothing
Love is nothing
Give me pleasure instead
I’m tired of letting
Love get inside of my head
I’m tired of knowing
What I’ve always known
Something inside me
Means I’ll wind up alone
Love is nothing
When I can drown out the pain
Lift up my spirits
& keep myself sane
It’s not worth the trouble
Of living in fear
Give in to the feeling
Then watch it disappear
Love is nothing
But an elusive thought
Can I ever grab it
Maybe-Maybe not
Filled up with envy
Maybe some grief
Want what others have
However brief
The feelings don’t last
Smothered by hurt
Build up some trust
Then get thrown in the dirt
Dust myself off
& start to sing
Just F__K it all
Love Is Nothing…
by L.A.P 10/31/08
You only need a second to breathe
one moments relief to block out the grief
calm down the disaster, let time clear the air
let rainstorms and great floods wash away the despair
Just one brief inhale to try to regain
your posture, and you try to feel sane
but your lungs are shut tight in pain
every breath you take comes at a cost
every seconds peace comes with somebody lost
You have to breathe, you have to survive
even if sometimes its not worth being alive
times when trouble seems to haunt you with glee
times when you bend down and pray to god when you’ve never believed
Life pulling out strings, ripping a fabric you can’t mend.
time to hold your breath and wait for an end
I take my chance on the open route
with barren feet and a sad soft tune
carry on my way for once
hitting the trail kicking up dust
its been so long since I could smile
in this humdrum town yeah it’s been awhile
since I looked up to the stars to watch them shine
had a home that I could say was mine
It’s time that I get myself out of here
feet take me to a place where I can hear
the beautiful songs of the autum wind
like the sweetest sound on the mandolin
I’ll take my chances just know I’m gone
I’m searching to find my internal song
The highways empty I walk alone
where is the place that I can call home?
My cheeks stained with sand and sundried tears
where could I belong after twenty years
but the sun is shining
the road keeps winding
I’ve still got so far to go
where I’m headed I don’t quite know
I’m searching for the sound of the soft guitar
blowing in the breeze, or in a rundown bar
I’m waiting for a voice to sing with mine
I’m on the look for what few men find
You can’t escape your destiny
but this one that I’m livings not meant for me
I will be something someday for that I’m sure
until then I can’t stop wanting more
so I’ve wander far from a familiar place
I’ve dissapeared from my life and I left no trace
I hold on close to my savior, my guitar
though I’ve traveled wide and I’ve gone so far
I’m still the person I always was
Just one more town I left in the dust.
Early in the Morning
Early in the morning,
When the sun is soft—
Barely touching the day,
I wake hearing you and think,
‘The best part of my world is now underway.’
Early in the morning,
You gently climb back in bed
Wrap me up in your arms,
And cradle my head.
I smile,
And sigh,
And settle right in.
My head on your chest,
Just under your chin.
Early in the Morning
I know what I’ll see,
It’s the man who I love,
Leaning over me.
We’re alone in the world
Only the two of us,
Wrapped up in each other,
I don’t want to move.
At that very moment,
It all becomes clear,
All I’ve ever wanted…
Is to be with you here.
—The Beginning—
Early in the Morning
By Mari Motherway
This is the lovely poem that I vote for.
beautiful!
I’ve been told there are many, many fish in the sea,
But I’ve found one who is just right for me.
I’ve got my rod ready to go, with bait at the end.
So many fish are taken, this has become the trend.
It doesn’t matter which body of water you are in,
I will find you, through the storms and the wind.
I will travel the world to find you in the blue.
Anything to get me closer to you.
I have become an expert fisher over the years,
I’ve enjoyed the laughs; I’ve survived the tears.
I’ve sailed the water for many of time,
I’ve caught many fish, and lost many right off of the line.
I’ve thrown some back, and I’ve been thrown back as well,
But we all need these experiences, as far as I can tell.
They have brought me to where I am today,
Fishing for you, in this water I stay.
I have let fish go before, and it’s sill there to haunt,
But I won’t let you go, you’re the fish I need, the fish I want.
I can wait until you’re in my boat,
I’m here to stay, above you I float.
Waiting to draw you in, and have you to keep,
I can fish in the shallow waters and the deep.
I will do what I have to, for you are my wish,
For I am the fisherman, and you are my fish.
It must be hard to face the facts,
When you’re too scared of looking back.
You’re delicate and fragile, we are both aware,
But with these characteristics, it’s just not fair.
Because when you use your anger, I can fight the tears.
But whenever I open my mouth, I live in fear.
How can the right thing be said, when there’s nothing right.
How can we make this work, when we only fight.
I’d like to make amends, and make us fine,
But day by day, we keep crossing the line.
Would it be better if I just don’t open my mouth?
Cos everytime it’s opened only harsh words come out.
I don’t want to yell, or scream at you,
But we never agree, we both know it’s true.
It’s a never ending fight, we’re on opposite ends,
We can’t even talk as if we were friends.
On this see-saw, one of us goes up, the other goes down,
Within seconds we can manage to turn it around.
How can one of us win, when we never give up?
We must listen to our conscious, enough is enough.
So I’d like to shake your hand and call it a tie,
We’re both old enough now to open our eyes.
And see this isn’t working, it needs to come to a stop,
And we can both start over, from the top.
So here we go, it ends right now.
The show is over, the curtains are drawn, and we must bow.
:O this is awsome
Most people go to Florida when they retire.
A friendly pool outside their sliding doors.
A shuffleboard waiting for dentured men to play.
Florida isn’t for me, though.
I don’t want to live with Gertrudes and Harrys.
I want to live with Francescas and Michaleles.
I want to live my last breaths in Italy.
The cobblestone and my weak bones won’t mix well.
But the sunrises and sunsets will always make it worth it.
I want to climb the stairs with all I have left.
And see the city of Florence one more time.
The churches I hung outside of.
The apartments I lived in.
And the streets I walked up and down countless times.
That will be the way I leave this world.
And if Heaven is what I want it to be.
It will be like nothing happend at all.
Perspective
I live in childhood
enjoying signs of growth while
nature cycles death
Tree
Lightning struck the tree!
I stared at it blackened with
soot. Fine summer storm
Autumn – Haiku
Leaves must turn towards
the colour of rust – Find joy
beginning the end
“The moon,
A perfect audience
To a young, and aspiring
Poet, such as your
Self” said my guru,
“your home being of the sky
Stargazer!”
We don’t speak up/out
When our throats are being choked.
When our hearts don’t emanate love,
Whats the flow for?
And wheres the blood go?
If I can’t even stomach my food,
How can i stomach the p.m news?
(I spit up bile and mucus,
if ignorance is bliss)
Our roots are so fucking deep
We cant just up and leave
To space;
We have this world to save!
Our third eyes’, when they connect,
As we kiss,
Is enuf to notice patterns
cycles, and loops in history and our thought processes.
Is enuf to travel through your history,
ebbing as crests and swooping as crescents
into moments, and experience
empathy.
Noticing the loop is just the first step
In applying force to move towards
vertical thoughts.
Exiting through the crown(of thorns)
(Chi)
A BLUE CROW
A Blue crow is flying to the East.
A Blue crow,
Where’re you going?
A Blue crow,
Stay with me for a second, please!..
A Blue crow…
A Blue crow…
A PAINTED WEE MAN
A painted wee man
Drew
A balloon.
Then he drew a window,
Opened it wide
And flew out
Into the real
Sky…
APPLES ARE LAUGHING IN THE GARDEN
Apples are laughing un the garden.
A pair of grinning boots is running to work.
A flock of leaves is flying by,
Cackling and giggling.
Here is a smiling umbrella!
A newspaper is chuckling in the mailbox.
Clouds in the sky are roaring with laughter.
Raindrops jump into the puddle and —
PLOP!!! —
Happy splashes everywhere!
An old hat is sitting on my head,
Beaming with joy!!!
Daddy’s Little Girl
Daddy don’t cry for me for i’ll be allright wipe those lonley tears from your eyes Close your eyes for daddy’s little girl will make it.
Despite trials and sorrow things will be all right
I keep my head up high and try to be who I need to be
Life is to short to feel sorry about things that happen but life goes on remember that
As the breath of life leaves my body remember that it will be all right close your tired and sore eyes for things will be all right
Love daddy’s little girl
MIDNITE READZ
Ode to the darkness
That trembles beneath
Warped harmless
By hero’s sword free from it’s sheathe
A fairy-tale story (with cookies!?) is excellent
Full of sound effects, voice-overs and dance
From a glossy book or the mouth of a parent
Sci-fi, fantasy, action…romance?
Good night and sleep tight
Relax deeper and close your eyes
Never fear things that snap and bite
Freedom and adventures be your prize
Envelope yourself in bedding
Be mail’d off to Morpheus’ Keep
Daytime worries, they be shedding
And not one more single peep
Agoraphobia
If I smoke to much I might burn down the house
If I burn down the house I will have to go outside
The sound of mockery bleeds through pressed lips
The taste of laughter burned into this impartial pallet
Always something new to say
Never anything new to see
The sky is falling and I need another cigarette
Ode To The All Night Binger
It was to be an all night binger,
With an oh so sweet, yet lonely, stranger,
Who took me into here lovely chamber,
From here, would reside, the all nite binger.
And there upon the table I stared,
Completly in awe, and totally unaware,
In anticipation, that which I cannot bare,
True beauty, beyond all that to compare.
She guided me into her room by the hand,
So smooth was her touch, that I could not even stand,
Just a quick look; you know her room was quite grand,
But thoughts soon drifted, back to her sweet suculent hand.
“Come, sit here.”, she had cooley stated,
My heart raced, for the time was much anticipated,
So close now to me are the lies most hated,
All those things are now hooked, lined and baited.
Then in my lungs, I held in the smoke,
I could not hardley wait for the nexy poisinous toke,
And then, like some cruel and unfunny joke,
Just like that, the fucking pipe broke.
Shit.
So ended the all night binger,
Nothing more to do but to sit and to linger,
To the streets I am tossed, with just a middle finger,
In anticipation I shall wait for the next all night binger.
The River in her eyes.
i see the river flowing. in her eyes.
its bright as blue. amazing…. like the sky
it keeps flowing. and always keeps going.
i’d loved her all this time without her even knowing
people try to pollute it, and boys tried to puruit it
but she just ignored it, and continue to mute it
at times it may get bumpy over the rocks.
but she stays strong and she never stops.
even at hard times when things get hot
she never dries up. all the past is forgot
she saw alot of fish. and she never knew which
she made one wish. to have one to live her life with
there’s so much fish in the sea. so much for her to see
but i jumped right in, and then she chose…me
~ The Covenant ~
Brother of my only kind,
Word and poise and mind,
Tears have flooded through your years
And conquered mighty fears.
Nothing fair is it in war,
Adders with adders concur
To ravage and knife thee,
Carouse air out of me.
Yet grand truth shall I say:
Sun will rear as from to-day!
Bereft though you, lovely, are,
Not one your peace anew mar.
Your soul unto me bare,
Entrust thee unto my care,
Avert not love-beggarly eyes…
I heal, not hearken to lies.
Shall not chide, but tend thee,
Love like as God, defend thee.
Hence such do I hauntingly vow:
You wilt not die hither and now!
Swaying bridges not thee halt,
Cast out not, invisible fault!
Soft of heart in heart secure.
Its space of infinities all endure.
Within heart’s realm of mine
Infancy for-ever will shine,
Growing down and chronically old
Be extincted in wise bold.
I have split such realm open,
The aches of which have not spoken.
For yours outlive them hundredfold,
I have seen and by He am told.
Unlike them, I shall thee content,
Vials of scents and nectar sent,
Let thou play with lambs each day,
Pipe dulcet lays of early May.
Such do I hungrily vow:
You will not die hither and now!
Enshrouded fast in hearty there,
Your meat the boars’ll daren’t share.
Sun will rear as from to-day!
Such grand truth do I say.
Storm-tossed though, lovely, are,
Not once your peace anew mar.
Your precious soul unto me bare,
Entrust you unto my care,
Avert not love-beggarly eyes…
I save, give chant to skies.
Shall not maim, but tend thee,
Love like as God, re-mend thee.
Hence such do I hauntingly vow:
You wilt die not hither and now!
You not ever will do, my life!
On God, on you, on me, on strife!
Hither, in me you’ll live to vow
You can not die more now.
A sensation of strings and manipulation.
Like being put under a spot light, now burning a hole in your memories
so that you bleed out truths into the crowd of grimacing ex-friendships.
When you feel like everyone hates you, they have to.
Dirty windows blink awkwardly in your direction, their mouths dry from empty words and jealously interrupted staring.
I am uncomfortable when your crystal ball isn’t clear,
when you set on the edge of certainty and hover in a smirk or ignorance
as if knowing your fate was never an option.
Decisions, decisions, and the devil’s adventure into my heart,
unwelcome, but here to stay.
We musn’t argue with our guest, dear.
For you my love
My darling.
Don’t we two, sisters
pump all the wrongs from our breast
Breathe all the hurt from our lungs
Bleed all the apologies from our wombs
Of every woman?
Don’t we all, sisters
Rub our knuckles raw
Battering at the beating door
Desperate to be let in
Isn’t it easier, sister
To wrap away our hearts
In fine tissue paper
And a velvet box,
Saving them from every rainy day?
But the beating is our bloodline
And you sister, found my vein and stuck the needle deep
Thick venom flows through my poetry
Until the words run clear
And pain, passion, love, and fear alike
Bleed into a pool below your ear
Take my innerds, sister
Take them as you always do,
Urge me to display them to the world
And tell me they are beautiful.
I’ll take your innerds, sister
The most mangled of your guts
I’ll provide a satin cushion,
Make them crystal clear, and timeless in the sun
For you, Marco Polo, sister
Lead the way for me and many
You unclogged something so over-sewn in me
And I am the lighter for it
Keep breathing life into your adjectives,
Sister, speaker, lover, poet.
Not that i expected anything since it never ends up how one would think. whenever you think someone is wrong or right, eventually you heart will change your mind.
if one would stop with holding on to so many tired expectations, the excuses for the tears and pain would become reasons to stop waiting.
so many demand love from others yet don’t really love themselves, funny how they rely on others to bring happiness when within an empty shell.
This is my adaptation of what a normal suburban life would feel like if it consumed you to the point of your own hell.
Blinking damsel
all covered in vile
Dying slowly
oblivious to what remains
Cemented feet
Weighting your way
Bearing through
daily life’s pains
Finally buried you
where it wants you
Shadows of blackness unveiled
Over taking your strenght
Taking away all the sin
To be what you need to be
Hide & deny your hopes & dreams
All that’s recognizable are
the demons within
Wicked trenches flooding your soul
Teasing you into submission
Ultimate realties trapped in muck
Constantly sucking you in
You reach for help above you
No one around but your skin
Dated this guy awhile back that would come into town swoop me off my feet & promptly leave me in the dust. This was a poem I wrote after I finally freed myself of him.
Run Bird
Swoops in from afar
I attempt to turn away
But my thirst quells
You landed to close
Entered my soul
Opened my eyes
To a new life
One where I refocus on myself
Makes me wanna
Run Run Run Run
Followed your lead
Almost missed out on myself
You clipped my wings
Took off on your own flight
Leaving me in the dust
All I could do was
Run Run Run Run
It doesn’t matter you turned out to be a myth
A lost cause, a hot mess
You released me to the wild
Mind, body & spirit renewed
Now I don’t have to
Run Run Run Run
Now every time you call
You dig a deeper hole
You’re busy doing nothing
All you do is
Run Run Run Run
Leave it all behind
Run Run Run Run
Not another word
Run Run Run Run….
Fly on Bird
Been thinking a lot of homeless people after being mistaken as one last week. This poem came out of those thoughts.
Lady of the streets
Wonder how she arrived
Upon her roadside shanty
Night air makes her shiver
Longing for home makes her shake
She brushes feelings aside
Can’t focus on the reasons why
Calls out to the world, can you spare some change
Tries to focus on her sleep
Cars constantly rushing by
Staring but never giving her a notice
People avoid her sad eyes
Ashamed of what she’s become
Calls out to the world, can you spare some change
She’s confused, taunted by her lost ways
Faith keeps her from easing her pain with death
Doesn’t want to me another statistic of the street
She waits in line for hours
For just a little to eat
Her shelter under the bridge
Clouds tomrrows & fades today
Calls out to the world, can you spare some change
Whispers of her sorrows
Are all the remains
The cold touch weakens her
Reminds her of all who left her behind
Her gaurentees were broken
Shattering the hope that was once her bind
Never longing anymore
For her place in the cruel world
Her fix is all that guides her
Eases her pain into her self demise
The Picture Frame
Golden memory
Encased in rectangular glass.
I can still recall the amazing moment
Of that crimson kiss.
Swirling sands,
Mystical moon.
There’s no way
I’ll see her soon.
On the beach,
Under the stars,
Our last meeting
Wasn’t very far.
Next to my bed
Placed in a reassuring position.
Last thing I see
As I shut my heavyweight eyes.
First thing I see
As the new dawn welcomes me.
I just want that chance
To kiss the beautiful girl
In this fantastically-built
Picture frame.
Copyright © October 15, 2010 Z.M. Weiss
Setting Sun of Albuquerque
Yellow turns to orange
Which turns red.
Time for the gigantic
Globe of light to sleep.
Looks so peaceful
Setting over the hills
And towering over
Sandia and her friends.
Oh…
How I wish to slumber
With the setting sun of Albuquerque.
Such a longing, incredible vision.
Not a raincloud in the sky.
Just stars opening their beady eyes.
The day has come to a predestined end.
Now the tribal night is my friend.
Copyright © August 10, 2010 Z.M. Weiss
My End
I shall describe my end
To you like this, my friend.
O’ tall grass…
Warm trees…
I can tell it like it is
With the best of ease.
I’ve done all I did.
I’ve said all I’ve said.
I’ve slept with my wife.
I’ve lived my life…
…With such grace.
Look at my aging face.
Look and see what you want to see.
Lie me down on my deathbed.
And now as I lay thy head down,
I can see that you all frown.
So live your best and don’t ask why.
These are my last words as I draw my last breath…and die…
Copyright © July 5, 2010 Z.M. Weiss
Letter to my Bedroom
I’m sorry that my roommate was rude to you.
He doesn’t know you like I do.
How welcoming you are to objects on your floor, even when you don’t have the room for them.
How patient you can be, and non judgemental.
I’m sorry I don’t clean or organize you often enough.
I want you to experience all that life has to offer, and that includes the inevitable battle with entropy.
I don’t want to accept reality and grow up, and cleaning you means i’ll have to do that, and right now, that’s too big of a step to take. So you’ll have to excuse me for not dusting, because i’m just not ready for that level of commitment.
“Woman”
Play house, feed dolls,
Wear pink, “be good,”
Be quiet, be coy
Work hard, but not too hard.
Be smart, but not too smart.
Find a man. Get married. Have babies…
Success?
From birth to death, trained to cater to others,
To care for others, to connect with others.
What about connection with the self?
Self doesn’t have a favorite color.
It doesn’t need to be coy.
It can be as intelligent, strong, and hard-working as it wants.
It doesn’t need a husband.
Cover your ears
And find your self.
The College House
She sits on the corner
As though she is holding her place in line
Her brittle outsides repelling both the lingering tranquility and
the raging search for identity
She is resilient.
She has been for years.
The harvest gold siding, perhaps once a sunshiny yellow, clings helplessly
Warn almost through, the underneath facing the cold in rags.
The prickly apron of whatever grass is left
is littered with an old pumpkin from Halloween and an abandoned Keystone can but
Somehow it grounds the stairs from flying away with the airplanes overhead.
The porch is slippery with mold
The railing barely supporting the silken spider mansion that sways in the breeze.
The tree outside is dead and the soggy leaves rot sweetly underneath.
The past months have been ordinary outside
Nothing more than the cars moseying by and
the occasional wafting of bus exhaust strangling the scrubby bushes.
Inside though laughter bubbles from the basement.
There is a chorus of voices
The boom of the bass and the words slink towards the windows.
People gather
To mingle
and to rest
To escape reality
Or maybe to escape unreality
Shadow Self
My shadow self has dreadlocks
All multi colored and adorned with wooden beads
She drinks green tea out of a mason jar
and then when it is gone screws the lid on crooked
She carries a battered notebook made from handmade paper
and scribbles words and thoughts so she can save them for later
She smells like incense and cinnamon
and she she revels in walking in the wind skirt and spirit fluttering around her
enjoyed this poem best it was short and I like the images my mind could see as I read it I was pleased……
Once I Was the Sun
Once I was the sun
I was the center of the orbit
Then the world shifted
The children left the playground
They went to work
Then I was a ham sandwich
left under the slide for the flies
Then I shifted
I climbed inside my brain
And sat down to rest
Then I was a candle
By heart
By heart
I sang to thee
To not spill the sacred water
Is not to be free
By heart
By heart
Thy shall not suffer
For what I tell to thee
Is what lays under
By heart
By heart
Thy’s pulse is strong
Never to return to the day
The passion of the night
Is perhaps where I have been all along
By heart
By heart
I watch thee threw the dust
Never to see enough
Have got to rub the rust
Rub the rust from my eyes
Rub the rust from my veins
By heart
I promise
Never to return again
By heart
With nothing to utter
Nor scream
Nor plead
I’ll never speak a word again
By heart
For I do not need
Pain and Shame
I feel pain to my right, pain to my left, pain in front, and pain behind;
Hurt by the truths that I find…
The voice of a child that cries;
as the sound of thunderous clouds echo in the sky.
Are we setting this stage?
Forever locking ourselves up in a cage?
Where can I go where there is no pain?
Peace is all I desire to attain.
Two kids have died
a suicide bombing.
Fifty are dead…
in a blanket retaliation!
It’s an outrage…angry, so fucking angry!
Trapped in this invisible cage of rage,
I ask the heavens, why must the children die?
Is it in the name of Allah and the coming of the Messiah?
Families torn apart,
There is no answer that can satisfy the heart.
There is no gain , in the pain;
no message to attain,
when a child is slain.
Tell me…what do our hearts contain?
I shed a tear
because in my heart, a child’s cry is all I can hear;
My biggest fear:
This virus spreads worldwide,
with no place to hide,
the death of compassion as we choose not to abide.
Because we forget to remember
the children follow us with the faith that we know better.
This we promise, but have yet to deliver!
We proclaim “RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!”
A prophet determining our rank and file.
It comes with a huge fee,
Our way of living free.
The shame will last;
The truth of our present will be our children’s past.
Which denial helps us ignore!
Living in the life of the everyday whore!
Shame to my right, Shame to my left, Shame in front, and Shame behind…
That is now all that I find in my mind.
© DH
Shadows of an Angry Heart
It’s been too long
since I have put pen to paper
to see what feelings will come out.
It’s been too long
since I have put pen to paper
to see what feelings can come out.
An open letter
to whomever chooses to read:
Shadows of an angry heart,
an angry soul and a heartless body,
fall where I once lay happy and content.
Screams echo in my ears of past heartbreaks and losses.
screams of those who could have loved me,
screams of those who no longer do.
Spinning around, I wish that everything be clear;
wishing that when my eyes open it will all disappear.
But for now all I can see is green grass through dripping tears;
my spirit crouched in a corner; a horrible thought appears.
The thought whispers, “Do not go on…”
I reek of Regret!
I reek of Self-pity!
I reek of Guilt and Shame!
FOR…i do not deserve the love i am not GIVEN!
© DH
Freak Nation
Projected in a dream;
Lost in the moment…
We are the children of the night
Hypnotized by the neon lights.
Beings forgotten;
Too often deemed rotten…
We sat with the pain
To live our lives in cut-marked stains.
Then IT came near;
They spent their time in fear…
We began our decent,
Our entry plan became clear.
A new age born,
Old traditions torn…
No longer bound by archaic notions
We gave rise to the flag of the freak nation.
Citizens of the noblest outcasts;
We are people born from morbid pasts.
We are the children of the night
Hypnotized by the flashing lights.
Freed from secrets of hidden truths,
With broken dreams to pursue…
We are slackers, hackers and hip hoppers.
We can be metal freaks who bow down to blood suckers.
A drug induced prophecy,
Once the sadness in humanity…
I introduce to you the newest sensation
Pledge your allegiance to our FREAK NATION!!!
© DH
The Rooftops of Havana
Lying on the rooftops, at the stars I’m gazing
Listening to the trumpets and the violins playing
Oh, timeless Havana, you are amazing
A wondrous place that’s well worth staying
By day I take a journey through the past
A place with so much history, I’m in a trance
And all night long I hear the music blast
While searching for my chica to salsa dance
Son, salsa, chachacha, and rumba beat!
Oh, energetic Havana, you never sleep
Dancing all night long; feeling the heat
A musical place where heritage runs deep
Vedado is like a park filled with green
Centro Habana is dilapidated and old
Habana Vieja; there is much to be seen
All over Havana, history is all told
On the Malecón the locals sip rum and talk
All along on a starry, energetic night
Watching people fish as I go for a walk
‘Til the break of dawn, the ocean’s a pretty sight
You won’t want to leave this city that’s the best
Havana’s streets; my memories are kept
In a mindful of energy; it was difficult to rest
The rooftops of Havana are where I slept
Peacefulness at Mason Bay
On Rakiura
Deep in the interior
Far from civilization
The nearest town is days away
In Mason Bay Hut
I sit warm by the fire
Sipping my cuppa
Deer hunters suddenly call in
We share some laughs
And we all say together
Stewart Island is lovely
Full of beauty, and mystery
The hunters continue
I remain
In solitude, with wet boots
Setting out into the setting sun
Barefoot with cold feet
Journeying through the sand
Searching for kiwi
Peacefully, at Mason Bay
It’s all silence I note
Strolling along the beach
A light drizzle falls from the heavens
The sand dunes I gaze
Suddenly…
Tokoeka emerges
She looks at me
I’m in awe
It’s a defining moment
An honourary Kiwi
Spotting the national symbol
What more can I ask for?
Toward the hut I walk
Enamoured, excited, breathless
Peaceful and content, at Mason Bay
I have been blessed
A Southland Southerly
A Southland southerly batters the island
The skies are grey, snow fills the highland
In the Antarctic, the southerly forms
Bringing wind and rain; fiercest of storms
Across the Screaming Sixties, the southerly moves
Slamming Macquarie; rain fills the grooves
“Rain, rain, and more rain” you ramble
Through blasting wind, penguins scramble
Into the Furious Fifties, the southerly floats
Stirring up waves; a terror for boats
Across the islands, the southerly whips
Albatrosses fly, yet it’s unsafe for ships
The Roaring Forties, the southerly shifts
Onto Stewart Island it suddenly drifts
Across the Foveaux, the southerly hits land
Freezing and wet, yet warm and inside you stand
Southland is slammed by a thunderous rain
Wind, rain, and snow fill the open plain
Throughout Southland, everyone is hunkered down
A Southland southerly has ripped through town
Almost There
The conscious of change was rudely awakened
Streaking enlightenment across the horizon
No longer was a smile forced to bargain
Or a voice made to hold up the wall
Everyday brought with it a mundane guest
Who gathered the future onto the second hand
But now time is again my subservient friend
And sways in accordance to an unrelated reality
The questions have had their last laugh
As clarity sits at the edge of a dream catcher
Forgetting all that came before the present
Only after the dandelions run rampage
Does the world begin to make sense
Baba (Grandmother)
You wear her sweaters,
knit with peasant technique
quote her quirks in your jokes
how she speaks of long ago, says close the tv,
writes cards in rare english letters.
Her knuckles shine, decrepit and kneading
skin pulled tight and perfect.
Her husband died before you were born
that is excuse enough for you
to not know how to build a house
though you sit around the table
surrounded by the walls of his hands.
Sometimes you recognize his tools
while browsing in antique shops.
The grief of graves is simple
easily appeased by the flower shop
since the garden and chicken coop turned to lawn
but without the cellar, the jars, the brine in your blood,
you will starve without her.
Poems About My Mother
I.
root vegetables and cream
cross-stitched nights of slow-sipped rye
remembering how she was
cheap, like borscht
II.
women’s clothes
there is an eerie similarity between a butch look
and a rape victim in men’s jeans
somehow they fit her best
if nothing else she’d had four children
in another time they
I, wouldn’t have been born
sometimes childbearing is just that
a poem of life struggling to get out of my mind
a poem which would change your way of thinking
your way of being
– or mine
a poem, a real one,
a poem, just that one
and you could breathe
and you could seize
the moment
seize the moment
just breathe
out of your mind
out of mine
a poem, a real one,
a poem of life – just one
The sands of the earth
My love came back from India
with a wooden flute
carved with dancing cobras,
with hair like Medusa’s,
and a song
like crickets in the eve.
Each day goes by so fast,
I turn around it’s past,
he begged. Come with me,
to where love laps up
on the shore of the Ganges,
billowing as our breath, in
and out.
Revelations, he promised
will come to us from above,
not like book of the bible,
but like George Harrison
learning the Sitar
with Ravi Shankar,
like music
comes to a certain kind of child
and a certain heart
craves the dirt path.
It’s tempting, he sang,
A lifetime is so short.
He said my skin was soft
as petals, but I’m no flower child.
And though he scurries
through the sands of continents,
he will never be a Beatle.
drapetomania (a pantoum)
drapetomania :
a mental illness causing black slaves to flee captivity, identified in 1851. The term derives from the Greek δραπετης (drapetes, “a runaway [slave]”) + μανια (mania, “madness, frenzy”). Today drapetomania is considered an example of pseudoscience.
oppositional defiant disorder exists
negativity, defiance, disobedience, hostility toward authority
going beyond the bounds of normal, that is
how do you typically discipline your child?
negativity, defiance, disobedience, hostility toward authority
stressful changes disrupt a child’s sense of consistency
how do you typically discipline your child?
hard work often pays off with improved behavior and relationships
stressful changes disrupt a child’s sense of consistency
remain calm and unemotional in the face of opposition
hard work often pays off with improved behavior and relationships
may be a precursor to conduct disorder and severe delinquency
remain calm and unemotional in the face of opposition
learning these skills will require consistent practice and patience
may be a precursor to conduct disorder and severe delinquency
positive approaches increase compliant behaviors
learning these skills will require consistent practice and patience
going beyond the bounds of normal, that is
positive approaches increase compliant behaviors
oppositional defiant disorder exists
-Excepting the first and last, all lines in the body of the poem taken from the Health Information branch of the Mayo Clinic website on October 3, 2010.
Pace, Slower than:
We thought, how casual of us, to
never return to the same place twice
as the same people.
But oh, how we were never changing for doing so.
Desperately and with grace, we sought full sentences to the night
and sweet dreams.
The lot of us seemed never to stay too long or leave too quickly,
but surely, never looking back and never forward never took us anywhere we hadn’t known.
Oh and in respect to the process,
and more
than once,
you stared at me and then you never stopped.
You stared right through me at the lady with the stroller,
and then you stared on to the kids with the rolly shoes,
and I could’ve stared at you staring until whichever direction the sun next went.
Certainly being this way is fun.
And maybe next time you’re nothing at all,
i’ll be everything at once,
like you are when I can’t be.
Untitled
We were killing flies, with spatulas, with holes
we were tedious and stained with workday sweat
thinking if we were out cold
if our sticky lips were catching words we meant to say
Or, the air was heavy but we learned to bear
we learned to forget how time is fast and days are slow and we painted each others faces to tell them how we see ourselves
Cause when it gets cold the people won’t amble
they won’t drain their dishwater
Or we’ll stick our tongues to poles to tether our boredom
thinking the ice could freeze out autumn.
Or, we were making our beds, like kids, like things were still simple.
When cold, You are:
He took a step and the furious wind took two more for him
This street was forever
It is the same street he always takes
The daylight is short but the street is quite long
He knew the furious wind would make two more
Winter is forever
The wind is strong and the daylight is short
It is the same street he always takes,
but the night is long, and
two more steps is four more closer than before
Home is forever
He is home and the wind is never
Love Poem #3
“Hey, Bob.”
“Harry.”
One light spec passes another.
One light spec ignores the others.
“George.”
A shared look.
“Hey, George.”
“Georgie, waaazzuup?”
George isn’t looking. He has seen his true love.
She is a shade of purple.
“George…”
“George-a-lorge-a-ding-dong…”
Sound fades.
If he knew what a force field was,
He would say
That!
That is what is around me to-day.
I can’t be touched, is what he would say.
And you know what?
He’s right. Light specs can’t touch other light specs.
But lamp shades…
“Yo, George!”
“Dude. What’s his problem.”
“What’s he’s looking at?”
She’s beautiful.
As he drifts, this is what he thinks.
That beauty is the only thing
And she is beautiful
She is the only.
Bob elbows Harry.
“Cha, dude.”
“Yeah. What a weiner.”
They float off.
George stays a while longer.
In the end, the only things that ever really mattered were the love peoms.
“Shit, I gotta take a piss.”
The damned howled from their pit in hell. Hitler grumbled in German.
“Yeah, good luck with that.”
“You teasing me?”
The sky turned black.
It coughed smoke.
“You say something?”
The wild and crazy moaned.
“Going crazy? I didn’t say a thing.”
Eyes narrowed. I know, I know.
“Sure you didn’t.”
Hey buddy?
“Hey buddy?”
“Yeah?”
Yeah?
Hitler stomped his foot. The world was ending, and they
They were ignorant.
They
They were foolish
They
Were the wise.
“I love you.”
No!
Huh.
See it spinning?
One moment here?
Next moment–
“Yeah, I love you too.”
Gone.
Celestial
I like the full moon.
The silvery light mimics the sun’s ways and frolics with the stars.
Dancing with the midnight rainbow’s quartet of supernovas.
Awaken from the slumber O wise one.
And explain to me the meaning of exisitence,
the meaning of absolutely nothing.
.
My love is always there, even when I’m not
You quit me some time ago, but you ain’t had my best shot
Wishful thinking gets me through my days, Trying to show I’m different,
I’ve changed my ways,
You’ve moved on and made your own path, Even when I’m alone, I can still feel your laugh, All those good times, I guess they had to come to past, I’m old enough to know this, but dumb enough to try and make them last
To whom I have loved,
You will be missed
Until replaced.
I can’t quite get my brain to work.
Ic ould describe it as being in a fog,
asleep at the wheel,
the lights being on when nobody is home
Or I could keep staring in to my soup thinking dead opaque thoughts that disappear once they get past my eyes.
I haven’t slept in four days.
I haven’t needed to.
Sleep is a crutch for the weak.
A time to hide from the demons that come out at night.I face them,I let my past gnaw on my back. My guilt clings to my legs like a child making it impossible to run.
Running would be pointless anyway.
You see My Regret perches on my shoulders covering my eyes.
Running in to the unknown would awaken My Foolishness
that lies in my heart. In the left atria to be exact.
My Pettiness lives in the right.
My Desire is in the left ventricle,
the right seems to be unoccupied.
A hollow spot in a body consuming itself.
Your name doesn’t matter.
Your face doesn’t matter.
This is What Matters
Your body doesn’t matter.
Your words don’t matter.
It’s how you use your name that matters.
It’s how you hold your face that matters.
It’s how you present your body that matters.
It’s what you portray with those words that matter.
.
I Sit
Here I sit,
While you lay there
engrossed in your pain
the medicine shooting
through every single vein
Your heart is barely beating
And your soul slowly fades
And I sit there and think
back to that one good day
Your smile was wide
Your eyes sparkled bright
We laughed and we talked
all through the daylight
You meant the world to me
You were my shining star
With you everything was balanced
Until you went afar
Now you can’t utter a sound
And I just want to hear your voice
Dear God
We at least deserve this choice
The numbers start dropping
My tears start to stream
Oh shit
Why can’t this be a dream
My hand slips deeply into yours
And I sit there
And I dream
Of never letting go
You were my father
You were my friend
And as the numbers hit zero
I know
This is the end
“For my father : Calvin Dwane Piper”
Before Sunset
I am strong. I know this.
I feel it in the roots of my soul,
And the bark of my bones.
I am not shaken.
The sun rises to see me tall and beautiful,
Surveying the world, caring and intense.
I travel further and further from home,
And still feel that I am strong.
But the phosphorescent night reveals
I am cold and emaciated.
My marrow is eaten away,
The bark hollow, a show.
My branches shelter others
But the root is left bare and bone-dry.
I am alone. I know this.
I rejoice in it, covet it, let it feed this blues so desperate to get out.
And I patch myself up,
Make myself Well,
Make myself laugh and sing and dance
But it is not enough.
I am strong, but it hurts.
It bleeds me dry.
Only in your arms and I whole,
Am I so safe I need not be so strong.
But they are not around me now
And may never be again,
And how shall I face this world all alone?
To the life that I have seen
Who am I to ever intervene
In the obscure vision
I fall through the cracks of prison
Arms outstretched
Far fetched
Grasping heirs of airs
Then perhaps another prayer
Then maybe God will care
About what I need
To succeed
In one man’s dream
Only I can hear me scream
But you don’t know of the sand
That feeds mouth to hand
STARDATE
Today,
I watched the stars
In their place in heaven.
I tried to guess their age.
They didn’t notice me,
As I stood
My head nearly six feet above this Earth,
And raised my eyes
In praise
Of their eternal twinkling.
PATRICK INGEGNO
BELLMORE, NY 11710
Pa*******@op*******.net
Perspective on a River
If it seems some days you’re going under
Three times or more, and then you wonder
Just how you’ll ever stay afloat
You haven’t a raft, much less a boat
But though the river’s speed’s deterrent
Perhaps your goal lies with the current
And that driftwood that you thought debris
Could buoy up and set you free
And though it may seem outrageous
That life will turn out advantageous
Just take the time you spend distressing
And use it just to count a blessing
Then at the end you there might say
“I’m happy to have passed this way.”
And though my clothes are sopping wet
The strokes I learned I’ll ne’er forget.
Silence
Silence…
Deep and perverse silence,
Late in the night,
Up in the sky,
Among the stars…
Only…Silence
In the sea,
In people,
In books,
In the cupboards,
In everything around…
Silence.
What is she hiding?
or maybe she wants to say something…
Silence…
You burn my heart,
You dry my soul,
You disintegrate me…
Silence
Do you hear me…?
I am talking to you, Silence!
Nobody Says as Much as They Should
Nobody says as much as they should
The perfect
The pleasant
The wholesome
And good.
But have much to say when the subject is grim
The dismal
The vulgar
The degrading
And dim
And the ones that we love don’t hear it enough
“I’m grateful.”
“You did it”
“I’ll miss you.”
“You’re loved.”
But instead they must live on words such as these
“Why did you?”
“How could you?”
“How stupid”
“Just leave.”
What is a cloud
If not droplets of water
Brought all together
And bound to each other?
Drawn close by the cold
And the height in the air
Alone just invisible
But together so fair.
The Photograph
There is a photo beneath the pages
In-between the lines of
The tale—“Forever”.
“Forever” was the promise
of youthful years
when right and wrong was vanished
By the endless pain of fate.
Crumbling between the pages—
From year to year, from heart to heart
It stays within.
Safe-keeping of a time,
When time was not in motion—words were not spoken
Of our passion that was held inside,
Our passion, in our “Forever” time.
Down the rows with many tales—
Tales of strife, sadness, and pain,
Tucked behind the secret sin of lies, lies
the secret within—
For time only changes the seasons
Not what’s underneath the surface,
Or through past lenses.
Oh! but down the middle
From passing time,
a line breaks my heart’s desire and fate—
Fate has captured the moment:
Our bodies “Forever”
Isolated into separate lives
Into a love that is unknown.
Misunderstood
Among the branches she hid herself away, and
from the leaves you could hear her cries, but
no one could read what she was writing in the bark, for
only she could tell you what was buried beneath the trunk. Although
her soul was twined between the roots,
she sat in complete content.
I take a deep breath and listen
to the old bray of my heart.
I am. I am. I am.
I feel my body, my mind, weighted down
– all is heavy –
but my blood, my inner fire, my passion,
the little unburdened kid in me,
patiently wait to burst free.
Some of us die never having burst.
Will I?
Time has yet to tell.
I have to let myself go.
All men are sculptors,
constantly chipping away the
unwanted parts of their lives,
trying to create their idea of a masterpiece.
Alexandros of Antioch took a block
of marble and chiseled away from it
everything that was
not his masterpiece,.
If you will chisel away one fault
from your character every day, you may discover –
a) that you’re actually a statue of Mother Theresa.
b) that you’re still just a block of marble.
c) that there are pigeon droppings on your shoes.
d) that you, too, are a hidden masterpiece.
I want to see the beauty
in what the weather can do to me.
What, if i’m allowed to just BE,
I will become.
Change is my best friend.
There is nothing noble about being superior
to some other person.
The true nobility is in being superior
to your previous self.
The bright shining that is who I am,
an individual,
only reflects back to myself,
my own light blinding me.
I can’t see the world and they
can’t see me.
It’s like, at the end,
there’s this surprise quiz: am I proud of me?
I gave my life to become
the person I am right now!
Was it worth what I paid?
Ivy
feel like ivy wrapped around a tree but my tree just burnt down
now nothing there to hold me up
I’m trying
but I can’t do it on my own and I fall to the floor
reduced to the floor
slithering along like a snake
helpless
hopeless
useless
back to being scum
again
like in the beginning
nothing
just waiting for someone to walk by and not see me down here and trample me
anxious for it
because I lost my tree
and on my own I’m stuck with the floor
it doesn’t rain down here so I can’t grow and move on
all the other trees with their ivy catch all the drops and grow together
leaving me to the floor with myself
all to me
none to share
stuck with myself
jealous of their growing
envious with rage
and it reminds me of memories
that tree that I had
that grew with me in the rain and sun
that held me up and supported me
that kept me going in the right direction
up
instead of burning away and leaving me
lost
alone
scared
so many directions to go now
all but up
so instead of trying to find a new direction I’ll just wait
wait to rot
to leave this pain and this sorrow behind me
and let those other trees with their ivy grow together
without me
I’ll just be here
on the floor
alone
with myself
no one else
In Memory of 1,523
Metal squeals of displeasure,
lights flicker with anguish,
water splashes in anger,
screams echo at heaven in fear.
God watches as man’s folly
undoes him once more.
Defeaning cries are shouted,
prayers are called forth to the stars,
pleas are made to anyone listening,
All walks of life are beggars now,
the rich, the better off,
poor and the street dwellers, all,
for lack of a better term and trust me I looked,
they all reside in the same boat,
the frigid north Atlantic.
So many hours gone by,
its deathly silent and frightening.
Empty stares at the moon,
calls for help frozen in place,
preserved in ice forever.
705 of 2228 lived.
1523 died.
Oh God why? Why?
He looks on mournfully and answers,
“It wasn’t me child. It was they,
they who thought they were me.”
The loved ones, the strangers,
the audience and myself.
I cry for life dearly
and I would always cry
if only I had tears enough.
They deserve all my tears and more,
it wasn’t there fault
one stupid man said it was an unsinkable ship
Let me stay after school?
Can’t go home
Facing them is too hard
They want me to be a hero
A savior
But I can’t
‘Cause I’m not
Just the older sister
Not a fireman
Not a superhero
Certainly not a messiah
Just a sibling
Taking punches from a raging father
They’re just so small
Unprotected
Unknowledgeable
Ignorant
Innocent children.
And they’re happy
That’s good enough for me
Only they’re happiness
Besides, my bruises heal quickly
For them
“Fly Away Birdie”
Canary yellow
Exotic parrot green
Tinges of toucan beak orange
Purple plumage peppered with mossy shades
And a slight peacock blue that no amount of light diminishes
These beautiful colors of my fathers love for me
Which I completely deserved
The lies fly forth from my mouth
Caged no longer by my now beaten conscience
‘Just a softball accident’
Is warbled repeatedly to the flock
Gathered to gawk at my clumsiness
Mottled across my face in gorgeous hues
My daddy loves me
They will never know any different
Titel: Big Scary Monster
AHHHHHH HA ha ha ha HAAAAaaaaa!!!
At last!
I show my TRUE FORM!!!
What’s that you pestilent beast??!
You do not believe that my true form is a Giant Praying Mantus with laser beam eyes?
Blast!!!
How could you have known that my true form is a puppy!
Someday Somewhere (the Song of International Peace)
The image of a thousand beating wings
persists
Flags of bright colors, from every nation
Take flight
beneath the strong bellowing winds
To the East…
another notion
of calm simplicity
of simply knowing
The wrath which needed not exist
Has came and passed
Each leveled house
a testament to its stupidity
Broken arrows
are washed by the rain
The stone and earth reclaiming all
that was lost
As horns blare
bright and high
Soaring above the trees
A tribute to valour, to grace, to glory,
to peace.
Title: Karma Wash
All of the thousands of silent knives
which I’ve shot from my spirit
out through my eyes
Aspersions, judgments,
like flickering fire
Rain down now back upon my soul
the thousands of tiny eggshell pieces
fragments of my broken castle walls….
Coming to a halt,
the moment breathes itself
in….and out
And comes to ask forgiveness
For crimes past and not
yet commited
scarecrow
crows
dark scavengers
feasting on my flesh
my hands are torn and bleeding
having nothing left to offer up
they are weary
no long able to mend your broken wings
they fall to my side
useless
pointless
dead
my ears are unable to hear
deaf to the noise of the world
they cannot hear
my cries
or yours
my shoulders fall
the talons claw
ripping me to shreads
tattered
torn
they are stained with blood
tears
sweat
my heart is bare
my chest now an empty hole
exposed
stilled
silent
the solitude has drained me
left me dying
dead
they feed
fattening their bellies with what was once whole
they flee
unconcerned with my plight
i’m left alone
they move on
different times
different victims
same story
fragmented snippets
a thought
a dream
a wish
a life
a story
a memory
they’re not mine
they never belonged to me
but I steal them
all of them
all for me
wrapped myself in them
i indulge
i devour
i caress
i destroy
if you wanted them
if they were secret
private things
you should not have misplaced them
take better care of these things
these things you cherished
they have been stolen
grand larceny
they are mine now
i will guard my treasure
i will not treat them so foolishly
lock them up tight
mine
forever
and always
hope despite darkness
the darkness has always been with me
i don’t remember a time in which they didn’t exist
i could gain momentary control
ignore the darkness for a small amount of time
but they were always there
lurking in the shadows
waiting for a lapse in concentration
to gain the power back for themselves
drowning me
pulling be back to the dark
swallowing me down to consume me entirely
the helplessness the hopelessness
the darkness took me for a ride
an angry storm
a roller coaster flying off the tracks
i gained the occasional glimpse of life
tasted a tidbit of reality
but it was only the calm before the storm
i waited with crossed fingers
but i would only crash and burn
the darkness would once again consume me
i have hit rock bottom
i have fallen in a bottomless pit
death is inevitable
the only means of escape
but then i get a peek
there is light
a hand reaching out to pull me up and out
maybe life can be normal
there is hope and possibility
i want out
i want a chance to live
i fight the darkness
i refuse to be defeated
the war can be won
i can be victorious
it is a constant struggle
but i can fight and i can win
i will be optimistic
i will admit and accept help
the effort is worth it
i cross my heart and hope to live
The Problem With Angels
This halo is a tunicate; this mind, my tongue, is nothing more then a needle.
So began the process of a metaphorical suicide.
Let this paper be my wrists as this lead becomes my blood.
I only pray that my veins may run dry before the end of this.
To speak the word happiness is to take the lords name in vein, as is fear to speak of the devil.
I fear the battle for my soul is already lost.
It would seem my path to belong in, and become, eternal fire.
I cannot call this a life as I am already damned.
Yet I believe this my mountain to be scaled.
By grace my sins be lifted through an explanation of my descent.
There was no revocation of wings as was with the others, instead there was a struggle to turn dust into fire.
My halo was placed…. no, shackled….
Heavy, though it is, so I must turn to face the ground.
So as wings grew lead they also led, not followed, and I found myself amongst thieves.
Let this be your warning: if you seek the knowledge of the gods you will find the weight of the world upon your back.
Your bones will not break, your muscles will tense but never strain.
Comfort becomes a word lacking relevance to self.
Do not forget: life is suffering.
Do you truly seek eternal life?
This story with a chameleon protagonist- nameless, faceless, mysterious, but all to familiar- has become this cinematic effort which has just found its conflict.
They say the scrolls, the broken seals, will bring us salvation.
They say faith will bring victory.
Whoever they are, they pray blind to the masochistic end.
God is not a divine beauty. I pity God.
A trick is only magic when kept secret; once understood it becomes a lie.
The Angels may be beautiful, yet you are vein.
They may be wise, yet wings weigh heavy upon backs; halos of gold drag the head into a submissive prayer.
Soldiers of the lord, now I understand: the swords of flame are pressed between your lips.
Now I know why you sing.
Now we know why you cry out his name.
“Love and pain are far more interesting then death itself.”
And so, as the koan revolved through my mind, in my second initial heartbeat, nirvana, the “vast emptiness of nothing holy,” the desolate chains of immortality, died.
For it is only through bereavement that we may be revived; once more it is only through mortality that we may exist.
You see ultimately, through the understanding of the celestial order, through the constant throb of hearts breaking, we find that life, suffering, is far greater an obscurity and misunderstood hero then we previously believed it to be.
Obsession and affection are the essence of suffering.
Suffering is the cornerstone of art.
Art is the only thing we have left, as humanity, as sentient beings to live for.
And so I begin again from genesis, the life I conceded all those years ago.
And through it all
Nothing
is nothing
is nothing
is nothing
Spotting A Thieve
Parasitic masochist and egotistical coward,
I see right through you, if not now later.
I see your flaws and, frankly, I do not resign myself to them.
You are far too immense of a burden
on my once lively soul
and I will not shoulder you
as you offer less then the anguish is valued.
We stand juxtaposed, as you need my commendation
yet are too afraid to escape it.
You, however, your praise means nothing to me.
You are not special in my eyes, you are not a requisite
to my life and I will not stand by
while you drag me through dirt
and laugh with your attendants.
It is not that I hate you
it is that I hate next to everything about you.
To be wholly sincere,
the only reason I have stood around, again,
this prolonged, again,
without perusing the same plot to expose your defects, again,
is to give you yet another chance
to discontinue them yourself.
Yet you are stubborn as an ass
(you refuse to heed to any voice other then your own
as I have done for you,
again, and again)
asses often aim to expose an others asinine
yet recoil from their own.
Lamentable, I will admit,
yet there is nothing I can do about this
except sever our relations, once more.
A Von Newman Dehumanization
Curse my name,
lynch and drag me through
the filth,
ignore my emotions,
for when the sun sets
and rises you will remember
nothing
of the turmoil
and catastrophe
you have wrought from the iron that pulses
through my veins.
You crack open my chest
without regards
to the time
convalescents requires
since you brought your blade to my heart.
Fragments of ventricular organs become antiques
as you tear them away
and feed upon the severed remains,
yet you cower in terror at the sight of gears
replacing aortic valves.
You made me this
machine, my love:
steam powered and grinding.
If this is not what you ask then listen
to the screams fall from my alloy tongue
as anvils and cry
out for the piece
of humanity I have left.
I guess Von Newman would be proud
of this merciless conversion from blood to oil.
Interracial Adoption
Some of my kin
Good at dominoes
One of my kin
Good at yahtzee
Some of my kin
Live in the ghetto
One of my kin
Married
A
Nazi.
I Am
I am artist
I am writer, inhaler of earth’s toxins
I am creator yet barely created
I am a mixture of many cultures
Son of two mothers
I am thinker helper of mankind destroyer of lies
I am the center of my own element
I am mind-expanding reality
Trying to escape illusion
I am duality
I am alien
I am black
I am white, yet
I am neither
I am manchild in a Promised Land
I am my own religion
While following none
I am love
I am anger
I am hate
I am the nucleus huddled small as protons crash into neutrons around my skull
I am naked in the grass
The river you fear to pass
I am divinity
I am the sun breaking through the clouds over Mt. Sinai
I am the film in your camera
And the camera in your hand
I am your greatest fear
I am knowledge
I am desire I am love
I am alone yet surrounded by multitudes
I am the man you step over begging in the street
The earth you walk on beneath callused feet
I am the glass of water beside your bed
The brick in your hand that stained our streets red
I am the blood of slaves
I am the blood of slave’s masters
I am marked for life external
I am ever changing internal
I am Nat Turners revolt
I am Rosa Park’s front seat
I am the colored boy my girlfriend’s folks hoped they’d never meet
I am strength
I am passion
I am listener
I am silence and screams in your ear
I am the history of my past
You never wanted me to hear
I am landscapes of emotion
I am your tears of devotion
I am the needle in your vein
I am pleasure
Disguised
As your pain.
I TASTE THE SALT
In dreams
It seems
I jumped ship
To fight crashing waves
Swam with transatlantic
Slaves
For days
Above
Watery
Graves
Swimming for freedom
And
A brighter day
But me?
I am lucky
Because when I awoke
Except for the sweat upon my head
The dream was broke
I was dry lying
In my bed
But sometimes at night
I still taste the salt
And think about
The dead
Still swimming for a freedom
That
Never manifested.
I need a love. I need a love so deep that the very essence of my being is one with this love. I want the breeze, I need a breeze in the trees where our summer days are spent lazily lounging among the omnipresent, static hum of crickets hidden amongst long, dry strands of grass. Love that seeps through soft surfaces, such as my lover’s skin. Soft surfaces like wind when it bends so gently not a hair is disturbed by its transparent touch. Help me open my heart. I want to dream of myself in the future, and find myself within the present. Just a glimpse of my life from beyond my own strive is enough to allow my heart’s beat. Help me dream furthermore to a place we’ll adore and where sea life is easily seen. Where the dark, choppy waters to which no one will go, are still kept by their secrets. I mean, think of life without love, think of love without life. It’d be impossible for beings to be. When dirty dishes aren’t cleaned and their surface is green with procrastination. Our lives can’t be spent without keeping kempt the dark things that decay with the stagnant.
In need of the love that I carry above, the ground when there’s nowhere to stand. With another one’s light we can brighten the night, our love strung across lands in strands.
Where are you my love?
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When the dark room sighs, and you feel your demise
Be reminded of your ties with the resting
When the curtains wave, and the dogs misbehave
Be reminded of the slave who’s protesting
Blue ripples in your space made by bodies draped in lace
Look into your precious face for your wonders
As the pattern moves to rhythm, personify your livin’
The light divides through prisms, as it comforts
Just a shadow on the wall, then existence starts to crawl
You don’t make sense at all, that’s the problem
Think too much of this, not too much of that
Ignore the smiling cat; his malice is like all them
The smoke, it veils the naked woman
Hope could fail you but it wouldn’t
Express the feelings that you shouldn’t, it’s what ‘s true
When the dark room cries, and your scraped by your demise
Be reminded you’re alive, and keep living
While the bed bears hints of love, you can feel yourself above
As push becomes a shove just keep giving
Like liquid upside down, almost splattered on the ground
Take off your golden crown; it’s just for show
Keep asking all those questions. Keep learning all those lessons
You will stumble on confessions you din’t know
Fill the space with conscious thought, its like you knew it, but forgot
They all will feel it on the spot, its unavoidable
Like a room that’s filled with smoke, just take another toke
I will veil you with my cloak made of thought
Hell awaits those who create themselves to be what they are not
The folly of self helps one to feel, while no truth is ever revealed
Harrowed by goods oft acquired with hoods, rather, suites if you’re one of the worst
Help the ones who did try, but despise those who died knowing full the dark deeds that they’ve done
No two things are to blame, but the prospect of shame and a hopelessly doubtful decree
While, the water doth flow, so the flower will grow, not to bloom but to die in disease
To the common eye: sad. All the pain that is had spans the land, which has stolen the show
So
The bureaucrat’s laugh cracks the whip on the back of the men who have no eyes to know
Apology
Paul Fahnestock
I wish we could reverse all our mistakes,
All that you need is all that we take.
Your such a precious gem, our Mother our Home,
Deep in my soul I can feel you, your tears and your moan.
I feel so helpless sometimes, like watching innocent animals die,
It hurts so bad I want to scream out and cry.
Dear Mother Earth, please don’t die.
I hope you know you are loved by your son, not a sliver of a lie.
And I want you to know that I’m not the only one.
I love you Mother Earth,
From, your son.
Tarry on in militant ferry.
I see what maybe and free
I am careful, in this regime;
I fear the sign of the time and know not of that which I ought.
The piece is grand, and I part of the band.
The brass, the strings, the percussion of marching free under orders greater than me.
Am I a leader or led?
Ambious son to which he is wed rings cries and freedom bled.
I cry, I hate:
this unknown fate.
I haven’t seen the nightmares in your dreams. I suffer in a different kind a silence, One free from external violence. But the bloodshed in my head, though quiet, screams preventing my means. I mean to exterminate that which you emulate and ride free until the face of god I see. I see hope someday with love on it’s way, away with hate, let us disseminate into that with whom we choose to mate. I hate this loneliness inside my head. I want instead to find happiness, forgetfulness. Forgive me, I am not free, and knot free I am not. So let me tumble as this planet still rumbles and tomorrow shall soon be without sorrow. Or so I hope, as you sleep whilst I cling to the last of my mental rope.
To you, all in that I find meaning, sleep well in peaceful dreaming.
I love you.
The Drummer
I never finished telling you how vibrant you are,
Or, what’s your magic, what’s your spell,
And, who made you a star
What ever mysteries cloud your mind,
Are there for me to see,
Because everything you do and say,
Becomes a part of me
How dare I play your verbal games
How bold of me to try
I think I must be going mad
With a different kind of high
No one can put you in your place
Cause you are everywhere,
A Different Drummer, deep inside
A different man is there.
(for Buddy Rich)
Too soon was I too old to hid upon my mother’s busom,
Too soon was I too old to have the fair-faced doll
I had dreamed of, when the tree was trimmed
and ground was white
And found I on that morning,
Skates, to fill no gap
Sweet Magnolia
In air as thick and sweet as molasses
I wait for you
Under the shade tree’s canopies
Where the sun’s rays are forbidden
I wait for you
A family of swans wade in the water
As I lay still on the bank of the river
I wait for you
The repetitious caw of mocking birds
Hang in the air
Nature is on display,
A show for kings
My environment is pure perfection
A light summer breeze could never smell as sweet
Magnolia is coming near
With sweet magnolia in the air.
trying to
whistle
for jesus
its monday night
people are too drunk to drive
as i stand outside
and smoke
a palm tree falls
i go back in
rearrange shoes
make my way to the kitchen
open the champagne
and take two big gulps
I spent Alll of my days thinking Of these Beautiful and MEanigfUl Words
BUT most of thime my meaningful words meant NOthinggg to you
So why then should I KEEP them around
When used by you Would put me Do
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See my MeaningLEsS Words are VEry full TO MEEE
They’re my way of EXprEsSing ReAlItY..
So whether you Listennnnn
Or Whether you care
My meaningfulless words will always BE here
They keep me …..ME
ANd you. . .. You
WOW
I loved your poem. oddly the type oooooes added meaning to your words. Poems are our but when others read them we must check them first read them from the others point of view.
Lone Wolf
I lived the high adventure,
roaming far and wide across the earth’s landscape.
Hill and dale, meadow and woodland all beckoned me.
Calm and rushing waters crossed my path,
but did not contain me.
I followed paths first tread by others,
yet found time to blaze my own.
Bright sun-lit days and starry nights
greeted me and bid me welcome time and time again.
Fog, snow, and rain, thunder and lightning
added variety and spice to my travels.
I cavorted with the pack
and found solace with those of my kind.
I witnessed the miracle of birth,
and experienced the sadness of death.
I knew joy and celebration, sorrow and tribulation.
I sought the prize, and lost it — only to regain it yet again.
I passed from youth to elder,
all in the twinkling of an eye.
I left my mark, limited as it was, upon the land.
I passed a legacy on to those who follow after me.
Now grown old, I am content to face
the High Adventure which awaits me.
© 2008 Ralph Lowell Coleman, Jr.
Progeny
Holy Writ commands the man
To “be fruitful and multiply and replenish the earth.”
Taking the Scriptures to heart,
I fathered eight children — four sons and four daughters.
My in-law, beaming at the newest arrival,
Passed this sagely advice on to me:
“The commandment is to be fruitful and multiply and
replenish the earth.
Just don’t try to do it all yourself!”
(c) 2005 Ralph Lowell Coleman, Jr.
Technology
Bombs which fall from on high,
Missiles flying through the air,
Innocents who bleed and die,
Nameless faces who don’t care,
It does not compute.
(c) 2000 Ralph Lowell Coleman, Jr.
title
I Knew Strangers
Plans were made
with friends,
and the new kind of unknown ones.
Ex-strangers, unexistant,
until extented hands
shook in aquiantance.
These newly known
know no need,
to the knewly known
that in past did meet.
Ones like me, and themselves!
We are all new.
Me to you in every ending moment.
The absolute you
and I,
are new in every sense,
and each sensations.
So I dont have expectations,
I just have friends.
every time by Denise morales
how do you hold on to someone that you love
so dear
Was it your heart or was it mine
that fall to quick
or was it over time
that i notice who are
the person that was inside
No scripts, no materials things
just something that fall unwritten in time
i know i was crazy at times,
but I didn’t know how to express my feelings
to you every time.
I wanted to know, but i never
wanted ruin a moment that
i have with you
LIFE by Denise morales
LIFE
WHAT IS IT?
IS IT SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO
IS IT SOMETHING TO BE HAPPY WITH
OR SOMETHING FOR TO LOOK DOWN UPON
LIFE
WHY ARE WE HERE
WHY DO WE MAKE THESE CHIOCES
WHY DO WE ALWAYS END UP MAKING THE WRONG ONES
DO YOU EVER WONDER WHY OR DO YOU WONDER WHEN YOU DIE, DO YOU COME BACK TO LIFE AND MAKE DIFFERENT CHIOCES
THE BETTER ONES, THAN THE ONES THAT ARE BITTER
SO…
LIFE
WHAT IS IT?
IS IT SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO OR LOOK DOWN UPON?
title: unclear by denise morales
IM to caught up
IM To messed up
Im fed up
I need to find my way through
the smoky air
I feel like im
in a hour glass
Time is running out
and i feel to lost minded
nothing is making sense
i feel to tense
my air is running low
how can i breathe with no
air
my everlasting life is running
short
i feel like I need a drink
of fountain of youth to
stay alive
How do i make it
through if everything is so
unclear
title
Well, Done.
Are you safe yet,
gentle,
end.
Are you fulfilled,
are you finished,
deminished
friend.
Does the eulogy
balance
the tipping begin,
to tell who wins,
the battle waged by winds,
breaths truths and threats,
points pressed from when
the future wasnt present,
before promise would bend,
when now was forever,
as now, forever
was then,
and done was
dawning,
after start had set in.
title
Cinderella’s Shots
Barred,
back at the counter top,
holding a bar back,
bartering money by the spirit drop.
Banter bewilders,
with sound bound
by what’s surrounding
Fading judgement the only filter,
of the noise
that’s devouring.
Introductions and impressions,
depend on lips interpretation,
as abstract audio images
are open for interpretation.
I cant hear your narrative,
or imagine your novella,
so grasp the glass
slipper words,
and seek Cinderella.
I borrow cheap silence,
taking time to pay
my debts, my attention,
to the chaos in the way.
I know it seems
contrary,
but it seems safe to say,
Cinderella calls the shots,
on nights like today.
I accidently psted this twice oops
I got it, does this poem look alright to you?
(I ran)
It was dark outside
I could feel the humid air hitting my skin as I ran
My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my head
My sight was blurry due to the sweat in my eyes
My glasses were slipping my face
I was running away from every thing, every fear every accomplishment, every failure, every one and everything I ever knew
I was running away from it all
My breath was growing heavier
My body was becoming weaker
I could feel the sweat pouring down my body
The further I got the worse I felt
I could not run fast enough
Everything consumed me
Right Hand Zen.
By Paul Fahnestock’s Right Hand…
Hello self, this is your right hand writing for you here, free as a bird, no connection at all, i am free standing thinking and doing separate from YOU. Sometimes I like to rest before I work, sometimes I like to let you believe your in control of me, which you are, when im not controlling you. We are one in the same you and i, and yet we are a million light-years apart, we are of the same color, yet we are on opposite sides of the spectrum. we love each other, yet we hate each others guts. We are everything, yet we don’t even exist. This is true freedom.
Signed,
Right Hand
That.
By Paul Fahnestock
Isn’t it weird, all the pain and all the fear, it’s like everybody cares but nobody wants to hear
The truth is like a mess, swept under the rug, always in the mind such a dirty drug
I know there’s hope, the light at the end, I’ve seen it , the vision of the world amend
The human collective consciousness is ever so young, getting older now, much less high-strung
Are you strong enough? Are you afraid of the sadness? The only way is to face our madness.
Stop blaming everyone else, everyone else is you, and myself
Forgive your brother, forgive your sister, do this and you will forgive yourself
Wish bad on your enemy, wish bad on yourself
You cannot have this without that, this is over, let us begin on that
Every person, you and I, are as capable of the most hateful acts imaginable, as the people who do these things that you wish bad onto.
Those very same people, are as capable as you and I, to show infinite, kind, and compassionate love.
Wish good onto those people. Wish love and show compassion. And you will see a mirrored change.
Love.
.
Sleeping, Dreaming
Sleeping, dreaming
Hovering above
Dreaming of love
He is young and strong
A dreamer
Full of dreams
Full of hope
And she, a vision, a spirit
A dream
Dancing,
Filling his heart
With herself
Filling his soul
With love
Living, dreaming, living a dream
Embracing a vision, to live a dream
To live and love, to have loved and lived
So strong it breaks hearts, so sweet, the eyes mist
In The Dead of Winter
In the dead of winter, in the coldest night, I have seen a wondrous thing. When life is gone and the Earth is still, I have seen SOME-THING. In the blackest night, in the depths of death, I have seen a miracle. In burning rock and seething cold, we see LIFE Again.
In deep December, when all is still and trees are stripped of leaves. When all is lost, I wander out to see just what I will. There at the end of branches dead, a sight makes my heart sing. There at the end of branches dead I find the buds of Spring.
So God has given Life her Head, and a power that will not stop. Through hell and water, freeze, and drought, we will see Life Again. Yes, She is strong and will not stop, She always finds a way. Stand up my child, wake up and walk, take hold of Life Today.
Thanks so very much for holding this contest!! We live in what I call “Interesting Times”. Still we must remember despite the desperation all around us. We will see life again.
Best Regards to All,
Chuck Worthy
Remember the stars of yesteryear?
Perhaps not so very clear….
Time marches on and on
Till one day you’ll find its gone
We study history of those who are no more –
History about blood and war.
Why bother with any of it,
When in the end all we have is our own pit.
We strive for mansions, glory, and fame,
But what we get is all the same.
You can live in luxury, you can live poor,
But in the end the reaper knows the score.
He’ll come for the old, He’ll come for the sick
He’ll come for those whose clocks ceased to tick.
He’ll come for the wounded, he’ll come for the well
He’ll come to send some to Heaven and some to Hell.
All that will remain for a while is our skin
After that it will wear thin.
Then we have just our bones,
when those are gone we’ll have tombstones.
When those erode, the world still spins
It goes on and on and no one wins.
Time forgets you, time is cruel,
Time will catch up with every fool.
The Dagger
The dagger in my chest
Aching for a need
Counting from one hundred to zero
With a figure, breathing upon my face
No! go away! shielding my face of sweat
You scare me, with evil lurking by your side
You take away my strength, as I continue to fight
Breath as shallow as a rainy mist evening
I told you to go away, as I fight the darken knight
Thought provoking images filling my mind
As my broken body convulses with fright
Reliving only minds subconscious
Anger overcomes me, I’m losing the battle
I am no longer free
I’m the opposite, of a smiling sight
Somebody help me, take this evil away
I can’t handle this dagger of pain
That steals my hope, like a thief in the night
Explosion of head bashing
As the dagger comes out
Breaking free
Of the darkness hidden within me
name
Blazing in the Echoes of my Fire-Mind
As I siphon Waters from the other World
Right between the Two-Tone trap called Myself and Me
Torn divided selves shoot each other Hot
Once They were I and I was One
Now they Hunt each other the Ocean and the Sun.
If..
If I don’t know where it is
How am I suppose to know when I’ve crossed?
If there’s no wrong way, how come I’m never right?
If there’s only darkness, why are we searching for light?
If we were made to live
Why don’t we give all we can give?
If there’s always a way to stop, why do we keep on trucking?
If there’s nothing more to say, why are we still discussing?
If there’s no such thing as perfection, then why are we always trying to reach?
If no one ever learns, then why are we still trying to teach?
If there’s really no true answer to any question, why do we keep trying to ask?
If everything comes to an end, why do we keep trying to make it last?
If we already know the consequences of our actions,why do we still do?
If we’ve been there and done that, why do we approach without a clue?
it is these nights that make the box seem inviting, better, more fruitful.
in there at least needs no explanation, and this is the chatter that keeps true company,
quite oddly.
sometimes the lock and key just beats the face-painted effort-
but, stay there long enough
and you’ll never leave.
all these ice-skaters bore a deep-sea fisherman
his vast images of the oxygen, hydrogen, carp and whale infinity all too fresh
to be swept up by their skimpy clattering.
not that anyone would dare cut a hole in the ice.
not that he would offer to.
too thick during the winter… the rain made it that way,
and the expanse and the split.
magic only happens in solitude where the door can be propped open
by pages thick and musings so viscous
they become windowpanes.
it seems the saline solution is to invoke the tryst of solitude and companionship,
swim in the void for awhile.
for where else do things happen but in empty spaces?
until then, give me naught but the box
lock and key, it and me nudging the waves through the ocean.
i’ll be empty enough till then.
how is the mirror made?
from whence comes the opaque statement, vague,
wont to be false but so convincing?
and why do i see them everywhere?
shop windows do it easily- bus windows almost as well.
also water, adds Narcissus, a forever pupil at the school of hard-knocks
now marveling thanks and grumbles both upon the muddiest puddle.
they flutter down from treetops,
deciduous as youth itself.
the cracks in the sidewalk show me nothing but my image for its image
and i wish the tired metaphor wasn’t so crystalline
so the auctioneer brain could catch a break,
writhe and melt into the transparency of things that with time comes natural.
when i look closely, i see that human faces are mirrors
showing humanity’s own best and worst
(and my own, of course, with an aftertaste of truth)
even when all i want is to ride the wave of banter and surface-scratching.
then i touch my cheeks, and realize
that even my own face is a mirror
frighteningly real,
offset by an ocular mosaic of history and human condition
(but only if you’ve seen it before.
if not, it appears as a lollipop-sucking “where’s daddy” come-on.
such limits come with physicality.)
when does a mirror lose opacity
and become glass, modest glass, clear but still reflective?
with age? with breaking? no doubt a combination, as it is with people.
no, vanity is not a human trait.
it comes from within the mirror
startled by the holiness staring at it squarely.
a mirror could go blind. a person often does.
‘He Has Not Answered Yet’
I’ve lost myself to weeping
Lost my vocal chords to screaming
Lost my muscles to this beating
Of my fists against the ground
But my efforts they yield nothing
No results and no forgiveness
So I kneel before an alter
And I slowly mouth the words
Oh my God, please know my sorrow,
Please be nothing like a father,
Please do hide me from this world
And keep me sheltered in your heart
God, I cannot stand this heaving
Burning fire in my chest and
God I cannot stand you leaving
So please heal my debts and harms.
I look up and hear the silence,
Feel my hands, still so defiled.
Feel my life begin to drain and feel
My eyes begin to blur.
It would seem that I am wrong,
The sky remains still blue and empty,
But I can’t afford that outcome,
So I kneel and mouth the words.
Find…
There’s this lady that runs into
the wall or maybe she’s
fell down a flight of stairs
Better yet she has ran into his fist
Because that’s how he shows he cares
She finds it in his hands.
There’s this guy that constantly battles
with his sperm donor
Just to protect his strongest love;
His mom, but end up shot and sunt above
He finds it in protection.
There’s this little girl that
Resides in the projects
And is constantly tortured by dirty evil eyes
How one survives, is a total surprise
She finds it in attention.
There’s Majority of Women
That puts a male before themselves
Torture, desire, pain, blood, and fear
All just to keep one thing near
They find it in anything with a heart beat.
There’s all of us looking for
One simple thing
For it’s More Complex
L.O.V.E., don’t let it blind
You from the rest
Or define your success
Or humble you
with the purest of regret
Never exchange your eyes
Cause you will never get
another Kind
May You All Find The Love
That Is Worth Your Time
Man?
No
Little Boy
Awaits his
Next toy
Looking for that
Bottle you can
Suck
Someone to bend
Over backwards
for you
Cook,Clean
Change Your
diaper
Stroke your
wounded ego
Be there for your
Every beckon call
Please save me
the tragedy
of re birthing you
Let your balls
hang
Let your hair
Grow
Let your priorities
Reverse
Just Put Away
Childish things
For I will not
Take you Outside
To play
So you can
Man Up
I discard your
“Noonie”
I dismantle your
“bib”
I place you back
On the floor
Until you become
A Man.
“Final Goodbyes…”
by TL Briggs
She spent a lot of time alone… when she needed he was gone…
but she kept the heartache hid… just for the sake of the kids…
they deserved a happy home.
She’d sit and watch the time go by… and then she’d go to bed and cry…
on a note from 63’… that he never got to see…
but she’ll keep until she dies.
It said “Baby you have always been, the only one for me”…
and “Somewhere deep inside, I know our love will always be”…
“I promise you I’ve never, even looked outside your heart”…
“and even though, this is goodbye”… “I don’t intend to start”…
“This is….. my final……… goodbye.
Then one night a man in blue… came by the door at half past two…
said “I’m sorry maam we tried… but your husband took his life…
and “He left this for you”.
She thanked the man and closed the door… and slid against it to the floor…
and she opened up a note… to read what he had wrote…
and the pain began to pour.
It said “Baby you have always been, the only one for me”…
and “Somewhere deep inside, I know our love will always be”…
“I promise you I’ve never, even looked outside your heart”…
“and even though, this is goodbye”… “I don’t intend to start”…
“This is….. my final……… goodbye.
written by TL Briggs
Many nights of maligned disparaged
ecclesiastical-like gatherings
Drinking up the rocks of our age.
laughing at faded instants
That slipped by our minds
too fast to be humorous.
Bound to a place, a person, a thing
when we factually were bound to an act
Maybe two, or three
but that is not the question at hand.
The insipid attitudes slipping through
sleekly shadowed sensitivities evade us.
Why do we forget the nature of play?
I might be foolishly melancholy
Meandering in a playground of hope
Call me a cynic
an existentialist
I can be both at once or none at all
and it would not make a damned difference
Until you were lying motionless
waiting on someone to come
and please!
please.
Hold your Hand.
But I must find my own ploy
as you meddle in yours.
Yes, I am a hypocrite
in that sense but I know
That a peaceful soul will lay me down
before my beating heart that quickens
when I think of what will be left
of you
and I
and he
and she
and us
when out fantastimagical
brilliantly schemed Ideas
Simultaneously implode
and explode
extrapolating millions of particles
out into the stratosphere
To be gone forever.
In the middle of time
Between the orchestral sunrise and the moon’s yawning that welcomes the dusk
we live laugh and love in a grand fixation of what’s above
some in laughter, some in love
some in sorrow, and others in lust
greed shall not dictate the place that i stand
nor shall the philosophies of mortal man
dream away the conscious philosophies
dream away all sensless atrocities
leave the forgotten realms to embrace childlike wonder
planning forever
leaping, ducking, diving
over, beyond and under
to whom do we owe this strength
the burden of living always in tow
it is me that decides my fate
and each and every path my feet go
Honest, superb and true
My mind returns me to you
Velvet Cake
Are we like the city lights
waiting and watching the others go out
this dusty globe only holds bounds
that tie us at the center
of this spiral and circle
Are we the ones to get our fill?
take the urns and spill em
like our empty heads full of nothing
and our broken grasp of being
shall we wait on the wall?
like a phone that gets no calls
well you’re not calling us
at the end of the world
so well just leave a message
and if all the apocalyptic infants
with all their laughing fits
were born at the wrong second
would ask “whats it like to be”
we’re dumbfound as the final curtain
falls to the floor
this is the beauty of the known and unknown
like at the end of a movie
when silence grips you in your seat
you ask can this really happen to me?
Dr. Seuss Blues Lyrics
As the sun came round searched for something new
paint my face green stepped out in the refuse
rotten egg cases and corrupted cop chases
lookin for something new just looking for something to do
found a book such a colorful hook with such a sly wink
tied to a red balloon who had to much to eat
in this book was a batty cat who had something to do
turned kids worlds upside down, wouldnt that bother you?
a joke it was this mad cat and the things he would do
zippin around the halls on his flipper-dee-do
but at least he showed the kids when you mess shit up
you know what youre supposed to do
lookin round this place its lost so I’ll un-translate
people gotta stand on tables and shout to the sky
whats covering you? whats covering you mr. sky?
but it seems no one has a clue
so I just laugh, play and sing my Dr. Seuss Blues
Wasnt to long till i heard a tree beckon for a watering hole
two drips and a ‘tarded fish doesnt make an excellent home
so i picked up the roots and shook the earth
and the whole goddamn world came crashing down.
With the ceiling on the ground and one fish, two fish in my mouth
wanted to hop on pop and bring him around
but he was deader than shit that lonely dick
So I just stashed him in a mound
Oh the thinks we think when there aint no brink
makes you scratch and howl, makes you scratch and howl
cant tell apples from tornadoes so no ones coming around
I just hopped on my bike and left the air
so Ima leave you like you always do
and keep on singin my Dr. Seuss Blues
Im just gonna sing my Dr. Seuss Blues
Just Desserts
I bit into an apple
and began to bleed a bit
sitting in the middle of my living room cockpit
i watch the static sundown hear the sirens drown
a soul, this box, this world around
well theres nothing to it dontcha think?
I woke up in a fire of sorts
burning up with my just desserts
and not going nowhere, nowhere
I thought it was so easy
well what do you think
living in a paper cut, out of my drink
well theres nothing to it dontcha think?
Being a scream from the playground dream
to firing range scene thats where i belong
before the silence of death with brutal wings
or eating up the shadows coming out of your sleep
have you seen your earthly deeds?
the sex the cream, the rotten trees.
Have you seen when the sun rises
and you floating on down the stream?
The forest is black in my heart attack
and I’m just a little jungle cat screaming no way,
no way for me please.
choking on barbed wire and linen sheets
caught up like a hanging man pulling at life
well theres nothing to it dontcha think?
RUFUS
He just wandered up one day,
started hanging around.
He looks kinda goofy.
He has blue eyes – like mine.
He snores – like I do.
He farts – a lot – like me.
He hates to come inside,
but today it’s snowing.
I would rather be in my garden,
but today it’s snowing.
We are laying
cuddled up
by the wood stove.
I scratch his ears.
He wags his tail
in his sleep
and snores louder.
Maybe tomorrow
the sun will shine
and we can sit on the porch
and have a beer.
BIG SWEET LIFE
I set that purty gol’ trophy up ‘tween the pictures o’ my mama an my daddy.
Right there on the mantle ‘bove the fireplace.
My mama usta say,
“Boy, you sure can make that fiddle sound sweet!
An my daddy say,
“That jus’ may be, but you has gotta git yo’ head outta the clouds
an learn to do somethin’ with yo’ hands!”
An mama say,
“Papa, he play dat fiddle with his hands”
An my daddy say,
“You know what I mean. He need a backup plan.”
And back an forth like I weren’t even there.
So I put that purty gol’ Grammy up ‘tween their pictures on the mantel,
the mantel that me an my lil sugar baby now owns.
Thank you, mama.
My purty lil sugar baby smiles real big an gives me a squeeze.
I saved her fo’ hunnert dollars today,
fixin’ her ole red Caddy.
Thank you, daddy
An my sugar babby cuddle up next to me.
She say,
“I shore do love you”
Communique 2:28am
My ex-lovers
who are witches
send me visions
in my dreams
to let me know
they are well
and I should stay
with their Sister
and quietly listen
to the Music
of the Spheres
I sat and stared out the windowed glass,
Waiting for the intoxicated bliss to pass,
A of moment time delayed so fast,
Making a manic smile my oxymoronic past,
Wanting to befriend the to of morrow,
So she came wisp away the sorrow,
It’s mine to give, but yours to borrow,
Time passes and the sun leaves,
I smile as the moon steals me back from the thieves.
You got me so lost, used to love you at any cost, now if you mention love I feel the exhaust.
Seems to me, all these dreams to be, turned to false reality.
You never really knew me, how do you really view me? Why did you pursue me? Just to screw me?
Or just to do me, be true see, because now I know your lying, oh come on now, your not trying, no use in crying the relationships been dying,
Why didn’t you just tell me the feelings you really had, now our past is really sad, and it’s too bad,
because I though we would make it, saw a chance, had to take it, saw my heart and you had to break it.
he said the bouncer hit erin.
an explanation for her bruised face-
but i know that this is a lie.
i wish i had the courage to say it:
i can hear them-the fighting.
i feel it,my walls shake,
rumbled by his anger;
angry fists beating erin against Our wall.
Such A Sight
Leaves that blow, on a dark tree, wind that will howl, on a spring day. Paintings of pictures, across a great hall, and clocks of great lengths, will vary in times. A hoo of an owl on an old tree, fog on hills, that once were clear. Such a sight would open ones mind, but naught a sight, does exist in any ones eye.
Light
With darkness there falls hope.
But with your mind,
comes hope with light.
Three Steps
You take a step forward, and get pushed back three steps. You run so fast, but you feel like your going so slow. You cry to make the pain go away, but it just seems to make you feel worse. You are alive in this world, but are you really living every day, to the fullest. Oh shall am I a shell in this body, just a sheep or robot moving along, with everyone else in this world. I take a step forward, I run so fast, I cry, and somehow I live, and then I slide back, three steps…..
Narcissus
He’ll never find love,
As beautiful as he,
To handsome
For the radiant aurora,
To vein,
For the dreary eternity.
The search,
Long and hard,
The results
Not what they seemed,
For his true love,
Was under his nose,
In a swallow blue ravine.
Literally,
It seemed,
His reflection,
He had seen.
Immediately,
Falling in love,
With himself,
The only person,
As beautiful as he.
Lapsed Away
Like a bird in a cage,
Sealed away,
In disparities,
No Hope, No Faith, No Freedom.
Like a severed leg,
Sliced away,
In torture,
No Hope, No Faith, No Freedom.
Like a shattered dream,
Banished away,
In solitude,
No Hope, No Faith, No Freedom.
Like a forgotten promise,
Cemented away,
In destitution,
No Hope, No Faith, No Freedom.
Like a missed opportunity,
Lapsed away,
In Remorse,
No Hope, No Faith, No Freedom.
Nameless Ocean
How beautiful to watch,
To feel the calm breathe,
To smell the fresh serenity,
To touch the powerful strength,
To taste the bitter vastness.
Watching is speculating,
On the bleakness of the unknown,
Praying with diversity of aptitudes,
For opportunity,
To put faith in the greater and in my own.
Touching is the chance,
To become overwhelmed,
With what has happened,
And what is yet to become.
Smelling is relishing,
In the multitude, grandiose of flavors,
Which swarm the nasal
Spiking the tongue,
Aiding to remember,
Grateful for the appreciation of life.
And bringing tranquil feelings to a starving soul.
The Tale of She
Silent Killer
Night comes quick
Without a lay since ‘72
It wears its frills and thrills
Red lipstick and underage drinking
It sweeps the city
It wants your body
Plastic surgery
Plastic surgery
We are made to distort
We are made to corrupt
With pain for pleasure and Christian pornography
Silent killer, we all look alike
We sweep the city
We want your body
Toxic glowing wings
You’ll pay the highest price
For a gun to you head
Frills and thrills
Like a rush to roulette
Sell your body
For toxic glowing wings.
Kaleidoscope Stares
I step out with style
Plastered, glued faces
Mold me
Sculpt me with your razors
Her eyes resemble red swivel chairs
Kaleidoscope stares
The glass cuts my heart and makes it bleed
Red like her eyes
Red, hot
Like the flame that burns
The flower.
Will I tell her my
Dreams?
Perhaps my paranoia of the unseen?
You stare, kaleidoscope stares
I bleed, red swivel chairs
Red Blood
Like her glass eyes.
Ugly
Looking into her eyes
Resembles looking past the white picket fences
Into the misunderstood
Wall of selfless behavior
Her dreams play back
And forth
Seesawing
Seams of dramatic situations
And the winged mankind
Of the forth dimension
Black nail polish is all
She sees on the stained
Sheets
Next to her.
Watch
Sometimes her
Hands shake
When shes
Scared,
Sometimes she
Looks really
Pale and foams
At the mouth,
Each breath a
Chapter of life,
She doesn’t feel
Alive
Hollow eyes
Hollow eyes
Sometimes you can see life.
Look
She touches her eyes and looks into a
Mirror imagining a forest of
Entangling veins pulsating with dried blood.
He stares at her for only a moment,
Long enough to see the tears run down
Her cheeks and feel his own hollow eyes
Fill with fluid and finally open up.
Get out, pops in her head, she wipes the
tears away. Forget, she tries to think,
that’s what they all will say. She packs her bag,
Smashing glass, he looks into hollow eyes. I need
A break, I need to think, I need some time, to unwind.
I sit in a room full of mirrors
carefully examining all of my imperfections
covering the world with hate for the things i cannot change
i slowly drive myself insane.
Race
It gets in the way
Has a long history
A trail of tears
Mine is the “privileged” one
So I shouldn’t talk
Glue my lips on the topic
Erase an opinion
Yet
Maybe it’s easier
Minus hatred and racism
For at least people know
They can’t assume you are like them
Religion and politics
As valuable as la Raza
Yet harder to spot
I thought I wear them on my sleeve
Yet change your locale
Your environment
And people
They assume
Assume you are them
Talk talk talk without conscience
An off the cuff cheap Jew joke
Used to laughter from all
What should I say?
How can’t you tell?
Down with Obama…yea for the Mav!
Do I really need
A damn democratic ass tattooed to my forehead
To help me scream out to you
I am not you!
I couldn’t be farther from you
I may be white and privileged
But please can’t you see
I have traveled the world
The history of “my people”
Suffering
A historical underdog too
I too know what it’s like
to want to be
something else
Proud of me without changes
And yet
Still somewhere inside
Wish I was
Latina
Or African
With gorgeous external beauty
A bit exotic let’s say
But mostly an accent
Obviously different
You whisper to me
Things you would not say
If my insides were flipped outside
Exposure
You’d be surprised to see
Embarrassed of your
Assumptions
I am
An optimistic realist
Head in an occasional cloud
A savor and a spender
Living in the here and now
Caring for the future
Want to change the world
Try to do it here
This neighborhood
Different
Who’d have thought I
Would love tomatoes?
Same
Guacamole for days or months
See the smile
Intend to be the best
Daughter
Wife
Friend
Teacher
Dreaming
Photography
Poetry
Changing a life for the better
Looking for my curbside profit
For success in the eyes of who?
Something about this melody
In my ear
You’ll find me somewhere
Somewhere over the rainbow
Who knew a song that once brought images
Of ruby slippers and witches hats
A scruffy Toto
Now conjure up images
Of serenity and beaches
Happy people
My mind is drifting
What is my wonderful world?
A Baby’s cry? Mas espanol en mi vida? Photography or writing?
Continuing this teaching journey?
Oooo Oooo Ooooo
Oooo Oooo Oooo
Hubster sleeps in the room next door
What is his wonderful world?
A Baby’s cry? Un poquito de espanol en su vida? Photography or architecture? Bakeries or beer stores?
Continuing his electrical grind?
Oooo Oooo Oooo
Oooo Oooo Oooo
Something about this melody
In my ear
Suddenly
Suddenly I am less terrified to be your daughter
A little less ashamed of how tangled we became,
those two years after my son.
Grown as a tree might
grafted in some horticultural design.
Suddenly, I know I am yours
as I know he is mine
How innocent we all become
when it’s that simple; how horrible
to have found it now. Maybe it’s the lighting
in here today, or the unnerving way you all
sound alike on the phone when I call
and your brother(s), son(s) answers.
Perhaps it’s your leaving so soon,
so soon after I’m not so terrified to be your daughter.
I am a little shaky, my feet aren’t quite my own,
rather like roots in new dirt, fingering around
for a solid grip.
Maybe it is just the lightening in here tonight,
or the air with it’s musky feel,
or perhaps it really is you leaving so soon,
so soon after I am not so terrified to be your daughter.
I look somewhat near the sun,
Ancient light filtered through the woods,
Woods that I walk through alone where
I will take my final rest
With all creatures who dwell,
Under the smallest of greens
I’ll remain to be only what is required of me
Until my soul is scattered
How I long to see all that’s left to know
And oh, the honor, to know all that will ever be known
Into the core of being,
Where no earthly mind may enter,
But I will wear the sun,
Be returned to others,
And we shall live again to see so many things
I must now train my feet to go on with joy
A joy I‘ve yet to reach
So, I let the sounds of these woods I have known
Sink into blood and to bone
And become no more than what I’m meant to be-
Until my spirit is extracted, and I experience my passing
Sinking
My heart is a sinking ship
My passengers refuse to swim
No one will come to save them
It wouldn’t help them if they did
My passengers crowd upon the bow
To get a better view
Of their fellow patrons
Become engulfed within the blue
My heart is a sinking ship
Without the strength to fight his tide
And I’m drowning beneath the flood
That I’m feeling deep inside
For Whom will Knock Tommorow
It comes to each town and each city
And with no compassion or empathy
It will permantently mame or destroy
Each and every life in its path.
A menace to society, it devours the
Innocent and the week
The strong and the devious.
This killer called Aids
Where in the hell did it come from?
When will it stop its rage?
Hell is where it came from
Rage is all it knows
Will it ever go away?
I fear not, for all my friends are gone
And my loved ones taken from me
For whom is left but me now barely existance.
Aids had completed its job, its task is done.
For whom will knock tomorow.
And the devious does not belong.
The last three words escaped my editing eye! (And the devious)-does not belong.
Just so you all know.
I fixed it for you. Does that look right?
For Whom Will Knock Tommorow
It comes to each town and every city
And with no compassion or empathy
It permantly mames and destroys
Each and every life in its path.
A menace to society, it devours
The weak and the innocent
The strong and the devious.
This killer called Aids
Where did it come from?
Will it ever stop its rage?
Hell is where it came from
Rage is all it knows.
I’m afraid its here to stay
For all my friends are gone
And loved ones taken from me
For who is left but me now
Barely in exsistance.
Its task is done, its mission complete
for whom will knock tommorow.
Hi Marshall,
Your poem really hits home. I lost a really good friend Sept 2009, he had been on the Aids cocktail for years and died of liver cancer. It was horrible, I didn’t see him after he was diagnosed with liver cancer, I found out later, he had died. Recently, I was searching around and came across this link with some new aids information, I had not heard anywhere else. I was curious what you think of this podcast link? http://www.howpositiveareyou.com/2010/10/06/hpay026-nancybanks/
A Happier Ending
I want a happier ending
than the beginning that I had
I want that fairy tale rescue
with a never ending love
Or I could be the heroin
who overcomes all odds
I pray it every day,
It pours out from my heart…
“Oh God don’t let me ending be as tragic as my start”
Living In My Solitude World
I feel like nothing
Every emotion has no real point, like nothing
My head tells me I’m nothing
My heart makes me happy and sad for nothing
My daily abilities accomplish nothing
I must be nothing
By now I live in nothing
I think of nothing
I listen to nothing
I break down for nothing
My world has become nothing
I must be nothing
With this nothingness
I gain nothing
I lose nothing
Except one thing
I gain more solitude
I lose more of you
I must be nothing
While living in my solitude world
I must be nothing
Before The Dawn Arises
During the day, reality has become my enemy
I can’t stand knowing you are gone anymore
I can’t stand the truth wrapping my head
As I wait for you to slowly come back
But then comes the darkness
And I’m anxious to sleep deeply
For there you always are
And there you always stay
I live those moments the best I can
I take it all in and never leave you out of my sight
And I do everything in those dreams
Before the dawn arises and takes it away again
As My Soul Dies
Pasted on my face is the fake smile that hides my lies
Can’t anyone see I am still here?
My feelings become nothing as my soul dies
I can hide within myself with the hidden cries
The storm of tomorrow is near
Pasted on my face is the fake smile that hides my lies
Soon all I will rely on are blood shedding knives
I’m forever broken, don’t try to fix me, my dear
My feelings become nothing as my soul dies
I’m done trying to be heard, all the tries
I’ve now rejected this world out of fear
Pasted on my face is the fake smile that hides my lies
I’ll lay here like a worthless sacrifice
Nonexistent with my curdling scream in your ear
My feelings become nothing as my soul dies
Go on, you all sit there as I say my final goodbyes
Sliding down my face, the only time I’ll allow, my last bloody tear
Pasted on my face is the fake smile that hides my lies
My feelings become nothing as my soul dies
For Knowledge!
10,000 ideas facing each other
10,000 arguments arranged by decimals
Thoughts floating in perfect rows.
10,000 opinions, some more opinionated than others
Concepts screaming in silence from across the aisles
Millions of syllables perfectly picked for precision,
Or at least a personal perception of perfection.
Dead compressed trees supporting more dead compressed trees
Thoughts splashed across pages of death
Somewhere Mother Nature must be crying “All this slaughter! And for what!? Knowledge?”
And somewhere a young girl with brown hair and brown eyes who loves animals is crying because anything she’ll ever learn will be in sacrifice.
Not of her own but of the world.
She thinks “Maybe the internet is good for something.”
Fourteen empty rooms are sitting in the athenaeum
And in the rooms there are libraries of themselves
100,000 ideas facing each other shouting in synapse from across abstract aisles
Arranged by lobes, cortexes, axons, and neurons.
Taking these syllables from the empty rooms to the shelves is such a process.
What a waste of life.
Across the library, filled with constant reminders of the concretes immortality and the abstracts boundlessness, I see a hardly filled room.
I’d like to think I am a hardly filled room.
Her not so young eyes roll across a deceased leaf.
I wonder if she has ever mourned for the uprooted
I wonder if I have.
Look around. Can you see this?
All the beauty of the morning
When the spring is drowsily yawning
And the creeks are freely flowing
And the shroud of icing ceases
Look around at the mountains
At the swallows in the air
At the little runnig hare
At the moon’s mysterious glare
In the sparkles of the fountains
See the sun, the trees, the flowers
That are making way through snow
Feel the wind that easily throws
Loud grumpy sooty crows
Off the tops of city’s towers.
Hear the rain play drums on ledges.
See the kids jump in the puddle
Or the little kittens cuddle
Or the perky sparrows huddle
On the branches of the hedges
Look at spring divine and pleasant
And one night when sky is clear
Look at stars and know – he’s here…
One who’d give to you, my dear,
All of this as joyous present.
This sleepless night the darkness’s all around
I’m walking through my memories again
Boy, listen, I’m so hopeless please don’t bring me to the ground…
Please smile at me; it will ease up my pain.
I hate those days I have been facing lately
And I still miss you holding me so tight.
But you have let my hand just slip off yours and, boy, I hate it…
Midst all the fights I’ve lost who’s wrong, who’s right.
And there I am…alone with constant pressure
And you don’t answer all my calls for aid
I guess for all this time you left me with my only leisure
To humbly bounce on the razor’s blade.
And you can see that I am really trying
To sheer myself from going all insane.
But that just makes me more deluded… and your ruthless lying
Will leave its mark, its everlasting stain.
You’ve turned the lights off, locked the door.
You’re left alone to fight the war.
All you believed in seems to slowly disappear.
Your scream grows thick inside the walls
It joined the choir of restless souls
Your spirit is in claws of constant fear
You punch the wall until you bleed
You’re trying hard to change your creed
To separate your demons from your saints.
And all this happens night by night,
You get confused who’s wrong, who’s right.
While making way through thickets of restraints.
You look around. Nowhere to go
You have become your own foe
And only shadows would surround your dreams.
And you rethink your life again
Insanely trying to stay sane,
And humbly begging for forgiveness for you sins
And you believe your way is right.
That you’ll survive this brutal fight.
That all the things you’ve asked for will be heard
You took your chance and fought your war
You’ve opened up the life’s new door
You realized the things you have deferred.
“The Other, the Woman”
Took hundreds of years for us to be
the solid piece of heart that we are.
Spreading out our hands we know what’s receiving;
a trade for what we created with what is retreating.
An eye for an eye; If it were equality,
but instead we are evolved too emotional poverty.
Freedom came to our door with an obligation,
to hold silent in masked formation.
Keeping against their judgements we know one day;
though half we are, whole will be ours someday.
As more then Woman,
but no less then human.
While time allows for years too build around,
we will be waiting perfectly still on our designated ground.
Words and Photo By: E Sepulveda
My eyes will drift,
My heart will die,
My spirit will lift,
And fall down from the sky.
Down to the ground,
In plummeting despair,
What I have found,
I cannot share.
A world full of joy,
I world full of hate,
A world so coy,
What is my fate?
What shall be found,
In a world with no light?
To lift of the ground,
To spread my wings in flight.
The air rushes past,
As the night slips by,
I live at last,
But only a lie.
What no one could see,
No one could tell,
For I cannot be,
Very far from this hell.
Lurking above me,
Even in day,
A river of green,
An ocean of gray.
But long past the grave,
Into the dark,
I am a slave,
About to embark.
The things that I’ve seen,
The things that are light,
Are hardly serene,
Compared to the night.
The night is this time,
When no one’s around,
Without all the grime,
Without all the sound.
The eternal silence,
The lover of dark,
Can spread pestilence,
Like wind spreads a bark.
And in the moment,
Of my least despair,
I hear a hint,
A breaking of air.
The world has returned,
The night has faded,
I have learned,
I am not so jaded.
I seem to believe,
That I am sad,
But to deceive,
Is to feel this bad.
The words I write,
The words I feel,
That even the night,
Can’t begin to conceal.
In your heart,
You see the truth,
And every part,
Can be your proof.
The pit in you head,
The warmth in your heart,
What isn’t said,
Will be your unrest.
Follow my voice,
Through each lonely night,
There is no choice,
You know what feels right.
I believe in your love,
As I look in your eyes,
I won’t give the shove,
That leads you to lies.
Look through the dark,
And see the light,
There is a spark,
That ends this fight.
This fight with yourself,
This fight you can’t name,
A beast you can’t help,
A beast you can’t tame.
Once a candle,
Now a torrent of flame,
We can’t even handle,
The absence of shame.
To destroy the path,
To shatter the road,
Understand the wrath,
Of the power you hold.
Worlds collide,
And meaning is lost,
When you confide,
I feel the frost.
What’s sane is sane,
What’s true is true,
But I forget about pain,
When I’m loving you.
The things that are perfect,
The things that are great,
The things that reflect,
My love and hate.
You, are that mirror,
There on that wall,
You are yourself,
The fairest one of them all.
When all have left,
You can be there,
With the smile you have,
And the smell of your hair.
Your wonderful shape,
Your sparkling eyes,
Just looking at you,
Gives me butterflies.
The lump in my throat,
The tears in my eyes,
The words that I wrote,
Could not summarize.
The way that I feel,
The thoughts that I had,
The permanent seal,
What could make me more sad?
The explosions inside me,
I could never let out,
The part you will see,
Is only the doubt.
My heart pumps my blood,
My tears fall like rain,
I will never forget,
How crazy, how sane.
The only thing,
That drives me away,
The song that I sing,
Can not let me stay.
If I sit in one place,
I will surely die,
I can’t keep this pace,
Or see eye to eye.
For the love of the sun,
For the love of the moon,
My heart weighs a ton,
I must see you soon.
My day is spent waiting,
For when I see you,
The rest I am rating,
The things that I do.
I feel like a child,
How lonely, how cold,
I remember you smiled,
When I tried to be bold.
I don’t know if you’ll see this,
I don’t know if you’ll care,
But I am is bliss,
When we share the same air.
Happiness is only real when its shared
we stand alone on the edge
of life and living
our relation to the world is jaded
as we’ve forgotten where we stand
liberty beyond our own imagination
imagine nothing
no hope or time to relate
to our relationship with us
collective society is a must
tiny grains of sand in a vast universe
as our souls ignite we are bound together
built like glass so fragile
we’d have to move like clockwork
for when the glass is broken
we fall to pieces
just another grain
a particle of dust swept away
list in the transition
grasping onto nothing
we are failing, falling freely
whats left to do but enjoy the ride
and pray we may pass another grain
if only for a moment
Look in the mirror
what are we missing
all I can see
are some flaws
with my features
the matter we’re missing
is our own construct
we build our reflection
based on consultation
from filters formed
by the beauty of society
we’ve created a form
we’re expected to follow
so next time you stand
in front of the mirror
look at the picture
and see a bit clearer
your face and its features
are nothing without
the soul that’s behind
your brains hazy cloud
look in your eyes
stair for a while
is there a fire that burns
or just a faint smile
MAN…SIT YO A– DOWN
by dusean dunbar
THE STATE OF THE UNION,
THE FACE OF ILLUSION,
DISGRACED AND MISUSING
GREATNESS FOR ABUSING…
UNAWARE TOO OUR OWN LATENESS
ITS AMUSING,
WE CAN NOW WALK THE OWN PLANKS
OF OUR CHOOSING…
YOU CAN JUMP INTO THE LAKE OF CHEAP GAS…
OR YOU CAN CHOOSE THE OCEAN WITH THE B.P. GAS,
EITHER WAY, OIL SWIMMING,
WHEN HEATED CAN BOIL DENIM,
BOIL MEN,
BOIL WEMON,
UNDER THE CONTROL OF
GARGOYLES AND GREMLINS!
SHAPE SHIFTING ACTORS,
AN UNHATEABLE FACE
PLAYS A MAJOR FACTOR,
BUT A BODY OF LIES CANNOT HIDE…
SO STAND UP AND SCREAM…
” I LOVE AMERICA” WITH PRIDE.
THE FATHERS VISION….by dusean dunbar
THEY’RE BREATHLESS,
LOOK AT THE DEBTS
DADS DEATH LEFT US,
MOOD DESOLATE AND DESPERATE
WHO WILL FETCH US
FOOD?
DEALT DOOM CARDS
ITS NO SHADE…
REJECTED BY THE EARTH..
NO ROOM FOR A GRAVE
FOR THE SPADE,
SMOKE FOG COLORED DARK BROTHER,
TERRIBLE DECISION MAKING STUPID MOTHER LOVER,
INHERITED PRISON MINDED THOUGHTS KEPT HIM TRAPPED
A SHARING LOVEGIVER,, BUT FOUNDATION HE LACKED…
NOW SMACKED IN THE FACE
WITH DEBT DAD LEFT BEHIND,
OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND
KINDA LIKE HE LEFTEM BLIND,
BUT WITH A LITTLE PEICE OF SUN IN THE SOULS OF HIS SONS,
AND WATER FOR HIS DAUGHTERS…
THE DEPTH OF THE DESIGN…SO DIVINE,
CORRECT AMOUNT OF SPIRITUAL AND PHYSICAL ELEMENTS…
IN DEATH…
TOO RESURRECT A RISE AND SHINE!!!!
THE CLIMB IS A BITTER ONE,
THERES MISERY IN VICTORY…
YOUR VISION MAY NOT SEE IT DONE…
DAMN.
Hummingbirds’ Song
Perhaps it is wrong that I can’t help but feel
That it’s not my concern, or affair,
Or selfish emotion that makes me go searching
for someone like you – for whom I could care,
While fearing to find any love, of any kind –
Whether vissions of grandeur, or love that is blind
Both love of the body – and love of the mind.
I would gladly explain – if listen, you dare…
I once fell in love – I think it was love
In the blue light of the midnight moon
A sweet melody – a hummingbirds’ song…
My god, what a pretty little tune
With Leprechauns dancing to the beat…
Trampling snow flakes under their feet
A finer crew you never shall meet…
No wonder they they all see me as a crazy old loon…
Hearing the sound of the raindrops bouncing
from the leaves in the valley bellow,
My thoughts drift to you – snowed in in the mountains..
It must make you feel a migh’ alone
Where the warmth of the fire makes you feel dreary
And the comfort of drink has turned you too weary
to realize the loss of the insight you carried
to find beauty in a blanket of snow
Where once we both found a vission of tenderness
Wrapped up in love, and all of it’s wonderfulness
Now we find only a feeling of emptiness…
A void – where a freind used to be…
The Sidewalk
Lowered eyes capture
This dull gray surface
Silent steps, quiet breeze
And the occasional horn
Step after step
The moment carries me
To far off places
Of yesterday’s walkways
Sand and beaches
Wind and rain
Rocks and gunshots
The heartache of loneliness
Step after step
This flat hard surface
Runs beneath my tired feet
To the tune of the person sleeping on it
Step after step
Focused and silent
I see nothing but light
And suddenly, it hits me…
~wbv
Tainted Milk
They say to be strong, Live long
And Drink a glass of milk
But what does milk do to a plant
Nothing but make it wilt
They say to love first, conspire second
And take it like a man
And you aren’t cool enough to date
Unless you wear name brand
Pop is in and rock is dead
With demons in your mind
And lots of junk on QVC
To make you leave your money behind
With love lost, your wallet tossed
And plants all dead to wilt
Take good advice, you can’t live twice
And beware of tainted milk
(c) James Andre – 4/19/2007
Drivel
You dabble
in babble
like
the
rest
of the rabble.
LEADS NOWHERE.
My life has been spent endlessly searching
Struggling to find – a partner – a friend…
Someone with whom I could talk so easily
as I do with paper and pen…
My nights have been littered with futile attempts…
With unforgiving discoveries, filled with contempt
for the kind of fool I have chosen to be
And for the other fools I choose to set free…
Contempt for my kindness – my humor – my love…
And for all of the precious gifts from above
that I can see clearly enough to hold dearly,
but that slip right under their point of view…
Last night – while all of my searching rested,
all of my want – my longing – was bested
by the presence of your beauty, and tales of your loss
And the strength of your feelings of “Family first, at any cost”
A vission I did see
A light – A melody…
With harmonies so clear
I would have sworn they were my own…
A song I’ll be singing forever
On the journy of life…
On the road that leads home…
Today my mind wonders – through memories – and lies…
And through the wonderfull feeling I’d love to deny…
Through the beautiful meeting between you and I,
That, so far, seems to lead nowhere…
Copyright 1999
sometimes in the morning
sometimes in the morning
when i’m getting dressed
I find the jeans I want to wear
dirty and rumpled on the floor
sometimes i wear them anyway.
sometimes i wear a different pair
but i feel awkward in them, like i’m wearing
someone else’s face around my thighs
Some how I missed this one the first time I read through the site.. It get it. Thanks for sharing.
I really loved this poem you wrote, brought a tear to my eyes actually. I am also a writer, and if you can bring tears with your writing it is very strong. Great job, and I’m sorry your father wasnt a better one.
Thanks, brotha. I truly appreciate it. Sometimes I think of things I wish my dad would have done with me, and I just go do ’em with my own kids. So in kind of a strange, twisted way he helps me be a better dad.
You are very welcome. The phrase goes ” learn from your mistakes” you learned from your fathers mistakes. You saw what hurt you inside, said to yourself you never want your own children to feel that, thats what makes a good dad. I did the same, my father is a great guy, very strict but us kids turned out the way we did because of it. I don’t dicipline in the same way because hitting only brings pain, never teaches you anything, and that pain inside never goes away. My fathers father left when he was 5 yrs old, grew up without one, so I do know how you feel. I hope your children appreciate your efforts.
Take the theme of the oceans.
Shipwreck, sinking shipwreck.
Water rising up to the neck.
Death by vast elixir.
I sink down to the bottom.
Covered by dusk upon the horizon.
I sink down to the bottom.
Unloved…
Now take the theme of a storm.
Dark winds, frantic dark winds.
Wet leaves raining on severed heads.
Death by drug addicted happenings.
I sink down to the bottom.
In the calm eye of the storm, my friends.
Still sinking…
Keep sinking…
If the weather clears which I don’t think it can, I will attach myself to an anchor and let it’s strength reel me in.
If The Devil’s clouds vanish from overhead, I’ll finally look up, thanking someone or something.
But I know this will never end and it hurts to know you can never win.
We really don’t have to live bad lives.
All the obsession and misdirections.
Thoughts lost connection in weathered time.
When the last laugh hurts the heart and the lonely weather starts, there will be no one to come clean.
Whatever that means…
Long Island, I can never let you go but as of lately I’m beginning to think you’re nothing more than my greatest enemy.
All of your towns read like a headstone in the cold and I for one have died over a hundred times wishing I could figure out just who the fuck I am.
The air here has become grim and stale.
I can see daggers in the clouds as they rain heavily on everything and I can’t help but settle down under the blades showering my skin.
It just doesn’t seem fair.
It doesn’t seem fair when all you have to give is nothing more than wasted time.
Nothing more than a burnt out light even when you do all that you can to keep on pushing through.
I wish I didn’t put all of my faith in your crowded space.
You are the blood inside my veins and I was built to work this way but there is something in my stream that clogs my heart from keeping safe.
It doesn’t seem fair to me.
Even your empty, broken streets make like a mirror reflecting back at me yet I can barely even see.
I am distorted beyond belief and I need to make it clear that if I want to find the answers then it’s time to ask another world before my questions go unheard and I am lost under Long Island dirt.
Close the door when you come through.
You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.
We can rest with the cobwebs and tickling skin.
Make everything else go away.
Blue lips…
Whiteout eyes and there’s a hole where your heart had been.
I can still hear it beat.
Is that crazy?
A dead pattern of rhythmic sleep.
Tossing and turning to nothing.
I am crazy.
Just go back to sleep before you start this all over again.
Rip all the pictures from your head and soon you will forget,
Is that too crazy for you?
Slam your thoughts against the wall.
No one’s awaiting your return.
An empty room, oh palest blue, just wishing to breathe again.
No one is coming back for you.
Is it getting colder?
I knew it would…
Can’t have everything you want so stay in bed and block out The Sun.
Such a legend at killing warmth.
You had it all and crushed its worth.
Is that too crazy for you?
Well it’s the truth.
Fuck the sunlight and get your head right.
Vedanta Victory
The good news is…
The light and the word are known through strong seed;
The downside is…
The cliff approaching is of greed.
Come pass over squares,
Re-orient yourselves;
She has a way
Of making ice melt.
Water is swirling,
Flushing cards I’ve been dealt;
The deck is in my hands,
The table is green felt.
This ain’t a good living-
Hanging on for dear life;
Rune sticks crossfire friction;
Where there is depth there is height.
I could use a grant in general,
Abraham’s America is in shit deep;
Holed up in a Charleston Harbor,
How blue can I be?
Dynamic might as cell explosive,
Green leaves laid mountains to rubble;
Let the love train roll on,
To popping Dupont’s bubble.
V is for Vedanta Victory;
When pulled by mules, V is a plow,
On the hand, it’s Peace or Fuck You;
With geese, it’s flying North or South.
If dreaming is of value,
And vision is in verse,
Inveigh the vessels vestry
To verify the verge.
If Sagebrush is Nevada’s flower
And Denver values the Sage;
V is a catch 22 letter
When 5 alive is in vain.
It is all
It is far too much and not enough
On nights like this I return to my dwelling
Half intoxicated with oxygen depravation
Too much laughter, too much drink
On nights like this, I am awake with praise
Thanking God I am alive
And aware
And a-wit
I am surrounded by people who love me and I love and yet…
On nights like this I am conscious with want
I scan the room over and over turning my thoughts
Turning all thoughts on something
On someone else
I laugh too loudly
Deafening my ears to your voice in my head
Oh, that it were not
Oh, that sleep were stealthy and swift
That I could quickly dream
And dream of naught
That I not rise and fall at the thought of your rousing
And slumber without hoping you are drifting to thoughts of me
It will not do
These thoughts of you
Adieu, adieu
It will not do.
What of you that chooses
weather you prefer spring or fall
day for night; right from wrong.
What of you that may remain
longer then a name chiseled
upon faceless granite
lying forgotten in the taller grass
hoping for pennies of thoughts.
What of you that seeks those
places that are hidden
in shadow except
for that moment of day
eager to begin the eve
but hesitant to let go of the day.
What of you that is
close upon my fingers in the night
sweaty hunger for passion
richer then passion itself
stolen with furtive whispers
and lipless promise.
appreciation…
by digo rockztar
why is it when we receive this gift of life
we appreciate it like how a child appreciates a toy ?
it would be better if we appreciated it like how an eagle appreciates its wings.
The gods must be crazy
I go back to the well of memory
Throw my wishes in and watch
As the coins return.
Hard metallic they smack my
Cheeks, dent my mouth, ask
That I cry. Lines of red sneak
Down my throat into my neck
Below my chest.
Not a one formulated
In the correct manner,
Apparently, to be
Considered worthy.
Not a one deemed
Fulfillable.
Fulsome all and noxious
Maybe even toxic.
How could I not have known?
The gods, they’re like that, no?
They play with mortals’ fears
They use us for their playtimes.
I always did know this, thus:
The gods must be crazy.
Yet it’s me who’s unbalanced
By totally predictable happenings.
It’s me who’s undone by my
Selfish flinging coins.
The wishes should stay on level ground
Always and I should travel footloose
Into my well of memory and regret.
Another Day Off
Sitting at the window with my cat
It’s early Fall.
I’m talking to him like he’s a person
Which he is.
In fact, he’s my late Aunt Gerry
I can tell by his eyes.
Also by his kindnesses and
Just the way he looks at me.
We’re trying to figure out what I should do next
To relax.
There’s knitting, spinach pie baking, there’s
Even a nap?
Nike hasn’t got his mind totally
On the subject.
He’s fixated on this yellow jacket/wasp
Who’s stuck between the screen and the window.
Nike really is a girl’s name
We didn’t know about the Greek goddess
We named him for his sneaker feet.
How silly.
So boy in girl’s name but
Wait a minute!
Boy in girl’s body too – now.
Our poor lovely desexed baby!
Should I come back as a cat too?
Would it be a simpler life?
Knowing me, blahblahblah,
That’s what they’ll all say.
Petme, feedme, brushme
Squeezeme, hugme, loveme.
I could maybe do that as along as
My knitting came along too.
I really enjoy reading your work. Visual and emotional – even spiritual – yet hopeful or at least not depressing. There is some incredible writing on this site but I often feel as if I should report it to the suicide hotline. You are a fresh breath. Keep it up. Thank you – tony
Two trees are whispering their secrets today.
Sh-shushing so others cannot hear
Bent against the sky, faded green and brown,
Thin but stalwart, readying for the buffetings to come.
I eye them as I pass by.
Stray leaves dance figure-eights around my ankles,
Gleeful in the unwinterly sun of this New Year’s Day.
At the lake, as I pass by, ducks go clickety-clacking
They dip beaks into the half-frozen water. . .
And wait until you hear about the geese!
They really are saying: RAH RAH RAH RAH
RAH RAH RAH, a domestic squawking uproar it is.
A petite warbler, teal-blue jacket and brown vest, hops
Branch to farther branch until a tipsy child,
Paddling along with parents, sets him in flight,
Their dog intent on traces of the palomino up ahead.
The sky is all around us now and tastes like a lover,
One that will soon be on his way and may stop around again.
It can seem impossible to convince,
But water washes rocks clean,
Skepticism and disbelief, no prudence.
The subtle proofs are rarely seen.
To believe is not absurd,
The times are closing fast,
Just listen up, for the word
Your soul, for certain, wont be cast.
Tongues for the dumb,
eyes for the blind, and ears for the deaf,
A sheep seems numb
but the tiger starves by the mal-nourished soldier drowned by his caraff.
With thirty thousand cries of anguish,
and a thousand fold more of despair,
we can no longer feed the fish,
so under water we must dare.
To preach without sermon,
to live without life
pressed by pounds of burden,
sorrow and pain to fight strife.
A survivor among thousands
a breath of air in a closed off cavern
water cleanses the sands,
and the lizard gets lost in a fern.
There is a place
on this earth,
where even when you dont move
you become the most
lost of them all.
This place is
not physical,
but a mental state–
its an odd place
called Confusion.
The things you do
seem rather crude
and eventually you
just sigh and wonder
why oh why.
Then your brain
starts to move
and the little hampster
in the wheel
chases after his treat
You realise why
and after moments,
it becomes oh so clear
the stupid things
you had done in Confusion.
Confusion could be
The Vegas of mind sets.
Except for the idea
that what happens there,
stays there…
No matter how
far in Confusion
you get lost,
all that you say
can be taken away.
After you get deep
into the state
people try
to pull you out
but generally fail
Soon, you come
out of the idiotic
state…Confusion *tsk*
and everything
to you is well…
But you might have
done some wrong
but there’s no fixing
whats been done
so live with it…
Three and One
and One is Three
Day falls to Night
and Night is Day
The Sun never moves
Always moving Sun
Thirty and Thirty-one
Turn to twelve in one
Seven less eleven
back down to three and one
Create, destroy
Destroy to create
Eruptive volcano
and a sudden quake
New land from below
Below is the land
And in the end
It all boils down
One is all
and all is one.
I pace up and down the stairwell
Watching, listening, breathing.
I am free but I am not
I am alive yet I don’t live
I am trapped
Yes a perfect description
I am trapped in this cage
Unable to full spread my wings
I listen, I listen to the cheerful chirps of those free
I am free but I’m not
I am alive yet I don’t live
I am trapped
Yes… trapped
FAT GIRLS POEM
Today I will smile only at fat girls.
Every girl desires a smile
the eyes flutter, the lips curl
as they turn their heads away,
but, for me just the fat girls today.
Every girl desires a smile
but men snatch their eyes away
It’s understandable but it’s vile
but nobody likes the pain
in the eyes of a girl who’s plain.
Men snatch their eyes away,
but for me just the fat girls today,
because life is bitter
the rose on the table decays,
and joy just a flitter,
youth just a summer’s day.
And the girls who are fat
do not even get that.
A fat girl’s afraid to be seen
men snatch their eyes away
I’ll make her feel a queen,
as she blushes and turns away,
for me just the fat girls today.
I didn’t know anyone else did this. Thank you for spreading joy. Everyone deserves respect – and an occasional wink!
THE TIME IS BROKEN
the time is broken:
all hours – in a pile,
a mile’s an hour
and an hour is a mile,
a tear is a smile,
a smile’s a tear,
the courage is a fear,
the measures of the length and duration
are on probation
by the patience-
the brain needs ventilation
and the belief- some adoration.
Ivan Petryshyn
Peace
Starts within
finding your Peace
Within
And with Peace
of the individual
the Family becomes
Peace and so
on until the
Earth is at Peace
And with peace on
Earth our
greater reality is
at Peace returning
Peace to us, to
the whole of us,
which is at
Peace
AN ODE WITHOUT A ZIPCODE
at that point, the word didn’t have any meaning,
and only the fact had a feeling
of the necessity to be content,
alas, that month could grant
only uncertainty in patience
and a fact with some brain applied
in doubts and discord,
in the big refrain that was definied
being less pleasant
than all that nice accord.
Ivan Petryshyn
one day – out,
one day – in,
one day – password,
one day – pin.
Ivan Petryshyn
DESTINY
You finish my sentences, I complete your smile.
Your bring forth a candle, and I furnish the flame.
We watch the world together, and for a short while,
Our lives are joined forever and share the same name.
You read me a poem I had written for you.
The words ring out like you had written it for me.
Then we stroll the evening shore as lovers will do.
And our lips find each other…as sand does the sea!
Then the joy of the morning arrives with the dawn,
As once more your loveliness takes my breath away.
And though we pray such mornings will continue on,
There is no tomorrow–there is only today!
Like the synergy of nature that beats with one heart,
Like the sun that brings nourishment to the soul-starved land,
No matter the moments, how few they be, or apart,
Ah, no matter where we go our souls walk hand in hand!
For the world is endless, the mathematics are great!
The sand is infinite…as are droplets in the sea!
Yet despite the frailty of chance, and odds against fate,
Ah, this life we found together was our destiny!
For it was written in the stars and forged by the sun
That two distant but exact hearts would conjoin as one!
So let the cynics eschew–for they haven’t a clue,
There is love in this cosmos that is destined and true!
For if it be not holy how the sand finds the sea,
If our lives have no cosmic meaning or destiny,
Then how in the world did I find you and you find me?
IN QUESTION
It’s all subject to doubt –
His eye is on the sparrow.
Early to bed, early to rise.
The quality of mercy.
We learned the words but not the heart,
and now in winter’s shaky grip
we ask as questions what we knew as statements.
I cannot fathom what the shallowness of life
has given me.
I cannot loose myself from the icy landscape
and fly away to my mind’s springtime.
If there is a solstice of the mind
something will crack and thaw and start the rivers
running.
Questions will become their own answers
as darkness gives way to light.
YOU
You started reading. You could say something. Anything. Right now.
You could lift you head up from the page, look around, see if there
are people around, or if you’re in a room by your lonesome; not that
you don’t already know. You do. You could say something aloud; you
could announce how you feel for once; you could snicker and not tell
anyone why; you could say anything; you could say something aloud.
What wouldn’t you say aloud? You keep reading. Have you ever thought
about interruption? Remember those times you let your blurts out?
What happened afterwards? How does it make you feel now?
You still read. You could say something aloud. Say something aloud. Say it.
Say what you would say to someone that’s not even there. Say anything.
Make something up. Say ‘squilp’. Really say it. You keep reading.
You think the word ‘words’ a little bit. You think. Say ‘Go.’
You stopped reading for a moment.
Can you feel my heart beating ?
I want to love you, I really do but see we haven’t known each other long enough to even feel that strongly about one another.
I want to be with you but see we have a physical distance even though our hearts are beating as one.
Its like you’re never here and we don’t exist and I never hear from you but I always run into you in my dreams. Almost always forgetting that you’re mine and I’m yours.
If I could I would run away and leave.
But I can’t because I dreamed that one day every ounce of you would involve me. Wishing our souls could connect at the deepest level of emotional satisfactory. I want to love you in the kind of way she didn’t, you see. .I want to leave off at where she started but never finished.
I want our lives to be just one.
I want the story of our love to be written as a song.
Can you feel my heart beating ?
every breath I take is for you
I dream to be wrapped up in you.
but when I awake and turn around.
You are no where to be found.
I still believe in you
Because our love is stronger than any day and any night.
No matter the hour, the day or the time. Our heart beats will still beat to the same rhythm and my soul will still be parallel to the spirit of your being.
Yet, I ask you once again. .
Can you feel my heart beating?
Chasity Stewart
This Love
This Love aint what it seem. .
All we have left Is this dream.
And I don’t want to wake up
Because with out you, there would be no scene.
Your love filters my brain like a tumor
Your image spread around my cerebrum like a rumor. .
I can’t help but not want to wake up from you. .
I mean what else do I have to hold on to ?
Ever since you’ve been gone.
The melody of my heart beat has been put on repeat. .
Same song. .
Different tone. .
Why try to fight alone?
If beauty could kill
Our Love would be dead. .
Waterfalls of tears running out of my eyes. .
When I think about you my only alternate solution is to cry.
Why can’t I be the girl you love
Instead of the one, that wasn’t worth fighting for.
If I could I would give my all to you.
It’s Funny I figured out that this was all a lie.
Our Love was FAKE
And so were your emotions.
Caught up in the hype
That almost famous shit
Never turned out, the way u wanted it.
Late nights in the studio
Working on some wack shit
Going days without sleep
On some crack shit
Tryna live in the moment
But you never adapted
All this time u were playing me
U should of studied acting
Our Love, just wasn’t logical.
But our souls connected
Like triplets,
Biological.
I wish we would of turned out different
Psychological.
Everything went so fast
Just know that when u decide to relapse from being unattached from that spiritual connection, our sexual stimulation, the intensity of our inner most connection.
I will be here.
Not waiting for you.
But I will still be here.
Because true Love rotates.
And when you’re on your way back around.
You just might run into me.
And it won’t be a coincidence.
If we fall back in LOVE.
and the next time we run into each other.
Everything we’ve ever shared.
Will still be FRESH
FRESH Like custom made J’s
On Karmaloop
FRESH like LB’s first free throw shoot
Everything that’s LOVE re connects
Just like wifi internet.
You’ll fall for me
And. .
I’ll fall for you.
And the label of our old LOVE
Will be,
Brand NEW.
By: Chasity Stewart
Very nice voice in your poem.
Perfect Combination
There are people who are taken, and people who are given,
but only God’s will are either of them living,Most of them are alive,
many times just hard to find but i think i’ve found the one,
He was sent from heaven,I don’t know him i say,we’ve barely even spoken
but my spirit is so drawn to him,make it go away
for hearts will be broken,I dream of him in my sleep,
ever so gently in the night. .I wake up to him in my thoughts,
I cant stop it..But i must fight for just one drop of his love,
I’ll write for it, hey i’m even staying up all night for it,
And if the night is what it takes to get whats heaven sent,
grab hold to it, because life was changed ever since,
for better or worse, there’s only one way to find out,
so beyond the physical, trying to figure your mind out,
I found something special in this given person,
she was given by the father and for him,
there’s no rehearsing. He makes no mistakes with who he gives his blessing,
so, i guess this mean’s i’m taken because my mind is where you’re resting, to say that i’m feeling you
would hardly do you justice love/ smile face’s and hearts imy text’s just because ?
and although everything that glitter’s isn’t gold,
I’m certain you’re worth it so let’s see how far it can go,
third factor, yet first and for most is GOD,
and through him, we are forever,
never could we do his job,
Maybe a question i’ve been thinking about often,
is you on my mind, or this time have i lost it?
always going for the best never settling for less,
yet i’ve come up short every time, do i let it rest? or do i press?
Because i don’t want to miss a blessing, I know what’s in my heart so there won’t
be any guessing and God know’s my heart too, so i’ll just wait on him to let
me know what to do ♥
Suddenly, I stop and think what if this is not a fixation?
Maybe my spirit knows the truth,just the thought brings elation.
I do not believe that love just happens, I believe its really planned,
Just like the birds and the bees, and the pebbles in the sand.
I await my destiny, this man I see in my dream.
I await this moment in which my heart will surely scream.
One day I’ll know, oh yes, in the future I will see.
For I know our spirits know … that together we will be…
By: Chasity Stewart
Split In Two
I am split into two
One is homeless and alone
The other is alone in a home
The first one gave up and stops fighting
The second one will never give up and stop fighting
They both was charge and arrest for a crime they did not do
The first one feels hopeless feeling like there is nothing out there
The second one has a little hope left but it is going fast
The first one fears of being homeless forever
The second one worries about becoming homeless
They are both the same person
They both lives on other worlds
They both lived through the same events
But, after one event they took two different paths
Not knowing about each other but, have the same worries
Both wishing that there life was different
Both wishing that they could go back in time
Wondering how life would be different
They are both split into two worlds
Hollywood
Dreams comes here to be born
Dreams comes here to die
It is a place where the poor could be rich
It is like nowhere in the world
It is a place will people could pretend to be famous
It is a place where you could have a little fun
It is a place to get into trouble
If you are not careful you could lose your life
There are angels and demons living side by side
Con artist taking you for everything you have
The police are supposed to protect you
But, you do not know who to trust
People comes here from all over
From places like New York, New York and London, England
People with different pasts
People with different futures
Some will help you if they can
Some will take everything from you if they can
It is truly like no other place
The place that I am talking about is of course
Is Hollywood in Cali
Alone
I am alone because I was forced to be
Because of what happen to me
I hate being alone
It is no fun
I am alone in the dark with no light
I see my demons when I am alone
They also see me
I am alone because of what I am
I am an abused child
I hear my past when I am alone
It scares me sometimes
I am alone to fight my fears
I am alone to find the daylight
I am alone to see who I really am
I do not want to be alone anymore
I love your poeam there is so much truth to it
Joy
I call on thee
Will you not return to my heart?
In mourning, the sun has set
Its radiance
its warm, soft glow
shines upon me no more
The flower that was
that beckoned love
now cries in wilting
Where is my sunshine?
The raindrops I need
to bloom once more
To rise up towards the sky
towards the stars
Up to the Heavens
Glorious though I am
I need your sun
your rain
All that you are
is all I need…to be
i love this poem
After-
It is in the light of darkness
The pit of flight
The second of a darkened slumber’s waking
In which gravity looses might
Leaving behind all things trodden
Leaving heavy hands and eyes
Leaving touch to the others
Being lost to sight
As the hours continue
For one mind they stop
All rules dissipated
Floating aloof, on top
With out direction to steer
Or poles to pull
Or motion to wander
Sitting in a time warped lull
Without matter to shape
Or give place
Not existing, but present
Where does the rest find peace?