I'm so wrong
The life, love, world
Is nothing of my remembrance.
Entire lifetimes
I'm so wrong
I hear birds, cars, planes
they are not as they seem
copies of life
I'm so wrong
The friends, family, network
Not invested in my existence
Whole worlds
I'm so wrong
The feelings, thoughts, passions
Shadows of a past no longer visible
Empty heart
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Temperment
Its not in
me
It is without
me
I can not
save
none is left to
save
It is not in
you
It is without
you
my grief
unheard
cries in the dark
unheard
Isn't it in
us
shouldn't it be
us
our love
conjoined
our life
conjoined
me
It is without
me
I can not
save
none is left to
save
It is not in
you
It is without
you
my grief
unheard
cries in the dark
unheard
Isn't it in
us
shouldn't it be
us
our love
conjoined
our life
conjoined
Saturday, February 4, 2012
January 29, 2012 "The Kids"
They laugh
it isn't for all to hear
yet whomever shall mind to
listen is not unwelcome
to join
They Laugh
Sturdy their voices become
they bond their love
with golden threads of
youth
They laugh
swirling together yet
separate in their perceptions
the earth enlivened
with the richness of the sound
They laugh
filling their surroundings
with the simplicity of
it's meaning
bringing balance
to an unsettled world
They laugh
and my heart joins them
it isn't for all to hear
yet whomever shall mind to
listen is not unwelcome
to join
They Laugh
Sturdy their voices become
they bond their love
with golden threads of
youth
They laugh
swirling together yet
separate in their perceptions
the earth enlivened
with the richness of the sound
They laugh
filling their surroundings
with the simplicity of
it's meaning
bringing balance
to an unsettled world
They laugh
and my heart joins them
Sunday, January 29, 2012
happiness
The happiness I find myself in
Brewing like good tea
Steaming percolation
My cup runneth over
Scents of jasmine,
Chamomile, sage
Surrounding the warmth
Of the days goodness
Like the tea in my cup
I drink it down
Consume and ingest it
To satisfy my thirst
For the happiness
I find myself in
Brewing like good tea
Steaming percolation
My cup runneth over
Scents of jasmine,
Chamomile, sage
Surrounding the warmth
Of the days goodness
Like the tea in my cup
I drink it down
Consume and ingest it
To satisfy my thirst
For the happiness
I find myself in
Thursday, January 26, 2012
3-06
She
being more consistently
caught flat footed
and being less well educated
then intelligent
has the source of frustration
unable to express
the tirade within
or keep up with conversations
her head heavy
She
being more consistently
caught flat footed
and being less well educated
then intelligent
has the source of frustration
unable to express
the tirade within
or keep up with conversations
her head heavy
She
1998
Moon beams rush in
where open doors once stood
empty
Closing on me as I walk
pushing me further into the maze
Shutting my eyes narrows my view
empty
there is nothing for my eyes to behold
they see
only wheat i allow
too much
empty
where open doors once stood
empty
Closing on me as I walk
pushing me further into the maze
Shutting my eyes narrows my view
empty
there is nothing for my eyes to behold
they see
only wheat i allow
too much
empty
3-97
Casting shadows
falling under starlit kisses
swirling dewdrops into strings of fate
while heathens breath screams
sweat down my back
I fall deeper
under spells of magicians toils
while I'm kissing the starlight
that's casting the shadows
falling under starlit kisses
swirling dewdrops into strings of fate
while heathens breath screams
sweat down my back
I fall deeper
under spells of magicians toils
while I'm kissing the starlight
that's casting the shadows
3-29-97
Dove into a blacked pot
Reaching for shadows of hatred
fighting it
Sent me flooding backward
to a concrete wedge
into the walls that kept me bound
My head swims in tears of confusion
and my solace lies just out of reach.
Reaching for shadows of hatred
fighting it
Sent me flooding backward
to a concrete wedge
into the walls that kept me bound
My head swims in tears of confusion
and my solace lies just out of reach.
1-02-96
SITTING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF MORNING
AWAKE
YET SLEEPING SOUND AND STILL AS A BABY
ACHING HEART AND BROKEN PROMISES
LOOMING NIGHT CLOUDS, PURPLE, OVER YOUR SOUL
RUNNING THROUGH THE GARDEN MAZE
WE STOP TO CRY THE ENDLESS BREATH
MIND OVERFLOWING
WORDS TUMBLE OUT LIKE CHILDREN FROM A BURNING BUS
AND THE RELIEF IS THE SAME
WITH TEARS OF SADNESS ON MY LIPS
KISSING THE ANCIENT GODS
I CRY
IMPOSSIBLE ACTS OF LONELINESS
MY BODY ACHES
CONCENTRATION BROKEN
AWAKE
YET SLEEPING SOUND AND STILL AS A BABY
ACHING HEART AND BROKEN PROMISES
LOOMING NIGHT CLOUDS, PURPLE, OVER YOUR SOUL
RUNNING THROUGH THE GARDEN MAZE
WE STOP TO CRY THE ENDLESS BREATH
MIND OVERFLOWING
WORDS TUMBLE OUT LIKE CHILDREN FROM A BURNING BUS
AND THE RELIEF IS THE SAME
WITH TEARS OF SADNESS ON MY LIPS
KISSING THE ANCIENT GODS
I CRY
IMPOSSIBLE ACTS OF LONELINESS
MY BODY ACHES
CONCENTRATION BROKEN
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
"Science" 2011
Science is as science does.
And science did as science was.
If science worked like science should
then science might do lots of good.
For science would if science could.
But, science can't and that's the truth.
And science did as science was.
If science worked like science should
then science might do lots of good.
For science would if science could.
But, science can't and that's the truth.
"Him" 2009
His voice in my ear
deep and rough
like follicles of his beard
against my soft skin
I hear him
luring me to explore
the recesses of his desires
kept inside
only released in
gruff whispers
A description
vague at first but
with each touch
his lips to my ear
enticing
On the edge of insanity
I sit
wanting his words to
rush over me
in a flood of images
there is no sound but
his voice
I beg for satisfaction
withholding our bodies
His imagination unfolds
in quiet
yet sincere plans
to sustain us
in the moment
Surging through me
I succumb to his will
bound by his voice
in heady intoxication
my fantasy joins his
His breath only
touches me
my body rises
with low tones
he sends
my frame to
the pinnacle
I am satisfied.
deep and rough
like follicles of his beard
against my soft skin
I hear him
luring me to explore
the recesses of his desires
kept inside
only released in
gruff whispers
A description
vague at first but
with each touch
his lips to my ear
enticing
On the edge of insanity
I sit
wanting his words to
rush over me
in a flood of images
there is no sound but
his voice
I beg for satisfaction
withholding our bodies
His imagination unfolds
in quiet
yet sincere plans
to sustain us
in the moment
Surging through me
I succumb to his will
bound by his voice
in heady intoxication
my fantasy joins his
His breath only
touches me
my body rises
with low tones
he sends
my frame to
the pinnacle
I am satisfied.
8-20-2008 "The Sheets"
A pallid moon illuminates
swampy stillness of
summer's musk
Touching gently our
rumpled and sweat laden
sheets
we lay in
saturated emptiness
suffocating with fermented
laborious breath
Gravity
quantifying exponentially
heavy
we sink into
marshy silence
forbidden by hazy beam
to interrupt
it's absoluteness
with sound
Staring into bleak nothing
our tears mingle
anonymously
with murky atmosphere
we do succumb
And the moon is paler still
swampy stillness of
summer's musk
Touching gently our
rumpled and sweat laden
sheets
we lay in
saturated emptiness
suffocating with fermented
laborious breath
Gravity
quantifying exponentially
heavy
we sink into
marshy silence
forbidden by hazy beam
to interrupt
it's absoluteness
with sound
Staring into bleak nothing
our tears mingle
anonymously
with murky atmosphere
we do succumb
And the moon is paler still
"PAIN" in either 2007 or 08
I am......
life's seething little teacher
joy's creepy, silent partner
routine's constant companion
your little one's unveiled rejection
faith's unexpected concubine
fear's comrade
failure's muse
accomplishment's uncompromising ladder
the soul's unrelenting intruder
experience's brooding soldier
the beginning and the end
I am the source of life's awareness.
Your birth, your life, your death,
all abide within me.
life's seething little teacher
joy's creepy, silent partner
routine's constant companion
your little one's unveiled rejection
faith's unexpected concubine
fear's comrade
failure's muse
accomplishment's uncompromising ladder
the soul's unrelenting intruder
experience's brooding soldier
the beginning and the end
I am the source of life's awareness.
Your birth, your life, your death,
all abide within me.
"thoughts" 2011
Of the thoughts in my head
my cheeks flush
An idea
A sound
Passing touches
desires unrequited, stilled
swirling into
A smile
A blush
Internal shudders
But, oh the thoughts in my head.
my cheeks flush
An idea
A sound
Passing touches
desires unrequited, stilled
swirling into
A smile
A blush
Internal shudders
But, oh the thoughts in my head.
"today" 1-22-12
Today my heart is breaking.
Tiny pieces of it litter the floor.
i am smaller than its particles.
If i close my eyes i hardly exist at all.
And the breeze will have to carry me.
i AM NO MORE!
Tiny pieces of it litter the floor.
i am smaller than its particles.
If i close my eyes i hardly exist at all.
And the breeze will have to carry me.
i AM NO MORE!
Today's poem 1-25-12 "hurt"
Its dull
It's in the pit of my stomach
like so many starving rats
It gnaws
Feasting on the emptiness inside
Polluting the deepest part of me
Its sharp
It's piercing through my heart
like daggers cast across the room
Shredding the pieces of my love
Tearing the very core of me
Its hot
It's fire consumes my whole being
like a cocktail of acrid chemicals
It burns
Enveloping the entirety of my body
Boiling every inch of my flesh
It's cold
Its replacing my soul
like a stony mineral deposit
It hardens
Shearing emotions from within
Fortifying my empty hollow
like so many starving rats
It gnaws
Feasting on the emptiness inside
Polluting the deepest part of me
Its sharp
It's piercing through my heart
like daggers cast across the room
Shredding the pieces of my love
Tearing the very core of me
Its hot
It's fire consumes my whole being
like a cocktail of acrid chemicals
It burns
Enveloping the entirety of my body
Boiling every inch of my flesh
It's cold
Its replacing my soul
like a stony mineral deposit
It hardens
Shearing emotions from within
Fortifying my empty hollow
To the forgotten 9-24-04
Sorrow for the lost
thoughts un-penned
silent
never more to conjure
visions or moody clouds of wonder
decidedly plain paper
un-embellished, unvisited
waiting
never more caressed
by hands or eyes or ink of pen
unending loyal friend
wronged
and forgotten
but never forgetting
such and undeserving soul as mine
thoughts un-penned
silent
never more to conjure
visions or moody clouds of wonder
decidedly plain paper
un-embellished, unvisited
waiting
never more caressed
by hands or eyes or ink of pen
unending loyal friend
wronged
and forgotten
but never forgetting
such and undeserving soul as mine
Below '06
my soul's befouled
to worth I am a stranger
low
the earth soars high above me
none can come between me and the
low
from under here I see
but am not seen
wake but can not stop the dreaming
long since forgotten
empowering, beguiling
low
now the sunshine only burns me
only darkness now deserves me
what shall I do now I'm
low
low
far below
to worth I am a stranger
low
the earth soars high above me
none can come between me and the
low
from under here I see
but am not seen
wake but can not stop the dreaming
long since forgotten
empowering, beguiling
low
now the sunshine only burns me
only darkness now deserves me
what shall I do now I'm
low
low
far below
Weight of consequence '12
Under weight of consequence,
my heart buckles
inept to fortify
my sorrow
alone in fortress chambers
cries for my
unwept tears
sovereign to only
unkempt masters
I toil in effigy
eternally
my heart buckles
inept to fortify
my sorrow
alone in fortress chambers
cries for my
unwept tears
sovereign to only
unkempt masters
I toil in effigy
eternally
"?" 1- '12
Situational madness
under signs of
intrepid debauchery
smells like the
familiar
senses take hold of
unrequited passions
while my thoughts
fill the empty
spaces
with lusty
impulse
under signs of
intrepid debauchery
smells like the
familiar
senses take hold of
unrequited passions
while my thoughts
fill the empty
spaces
with lusty
impulse
naked
I guess I am going to do this. Don't judge most of my poems are still works in progress. Who knows if I will ever even tell a soul I know about doing this but, I can put it out to the nebula of blogger and at least I will have gotten it out of me. So here goes....
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