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|when we were, we were through a procession |
of high windows numbering Manhattan
monogamous as stained glass and sunlight
Paris plate rushing like a wind to meet again.
if we cannot be.
under the rueful gaze and eye-patched windows
of Rue d' Fontaine, blinking on the Seine
where I find us, like past tense verbs growing
you detest the word love, as it sets you
strolling the air, a jazz solo in jasmine notes,
more taste than smell, in Rambalas square
I know of crucifixion.
under the plashy monsoon, rainy season moon
adding monochrome to braiding limb-thrust
through the tutelage of shutters, funny from the black oars,
a window utters, across
a nightly sea of stars, its cantos, over red clay roofs
spilling down, softly
Spanish, barely audible on the pane
and the way reckless august, rain and she
barter for a place..
a daybreak and from a high window, any walk your eye might take
begins with an unsure light, a nervous blue cold and gaining
weight from surprised shoulder.
and dayworld re-inventing its shape
the fuse of a bomb
in the beginning it must have been like this
the sun climbing over the bare bones, stars
littering the sky, a new moon pouring silver
over a silence deeper than the earth could hold
empty as glass, like
so high above my plane.
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Posted: 1/6/2013 8:13:51 PM
|he comes to haunt us |
with the beauty of his words
a true poet
as i have always thought it
the first thread i dared to try
and write poetically
with so little authority
what an old soul be
happiest of new years to you truth
Posted: 1/15/2013 8:05:39 PM
when into the place in me where blood dawns
mists, vespers, all things are in magical stillment
between the beats this silence cloys ponds, yearns
wild serpents wingéd, and bold smallest of things
composed of an instant's false clock's memory.
that I might tick in the breeze of blowing skirts' tempests
unslaved from age and its adroit tock condom
from venting air flowers bolting into where all things
are in magical bestillment as stars.
told of these titan dots, how they wander their great
speed grandfather shone when in deep dark sleep
the tiny hummingbird who posed upon air as though
never within but always forgiving it it's deafness as trees
bent down to whistles of wind.
and so she forgave me my onset of mannishness
its timed desire's inconsolable confusions, their great speed
like stars, stilled,
Posted: 1/23/2013 1:00:07 PM
it is never inseparable from me
in me, this place of thin mist so musical so
simpled dwells how robin on old wood
posts is flag of morning's buzz a drummer
in the way bold wind crafts sails'.
jasper skied enfolded small birds awaiting
as though I flightless am wet with implicit lit air
sturdily drawn toward
by sun's gruesome pretty weight.
am complex as air slashed through spiders' webbed
my remains not cubed, diagonalized, unlashed,
water not spilled, how meadows wait for food
from distance's fecund graves, all remainders
are ushered in to sky or river.
cathedrals are soundless
dew filled with vast rain notes I have felt my own skin's soul
weave above me
when I cry
tempests resounding tsunami's small birds jet on
by spatula shapes no god holds
yet my flesh
is endless as I love
Posted: 2/6/2013 9:54:41 AM
|wow to all the above, truth... love this one especially.|
Poetry is an echo,
asking a shadow to dance.
Posted: 2/7/2013 5:55:39 AM
as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
What were disappearing scraps of paper
are now anonymous electronic wisps
flown off to nowhere
to be stumbled upon
Posted: 2/8/2013 10:17:00 PM
|My lover flew home|
I was his driver,
Picked him up
With a flat tire
He made sure I had air
He had been walking
the Streets of New York
Red crossing the streets
Of Hurricane Sandy
I missed him so much
the Stone of my heart
Being warmed by his presence
Like old whine I drank my brute Rose`
That aged while away what a deal
Clearance orange tag spot em
Emptied the bottle alone while he rested
Satiating himself in his lost poet
A rock used to spill the blood of worthless
Poets that charm with words, I can see
The truth I find in my shit...
When blacked out I wake up with
With Plastic Ben'Wa done that
Toys in MY Tw*t don't need
a poet of no motion in
His Soul.... Because I have a heart
Of Stone and know who is real
and who has purple balls......
Have a nice day......hear what I am stepping in...
I'll always investigate his new shews when
He comes home. I find my soul in his soles.....
The have massaged my surface for years....
Welcome to the world....
Posted: 2/12/2013 12:17:19 PM
|I have ridden many things|
as life is an endless journey
transposing one thing into another
while the reflection reveals
there are too many layers
to peel them all
they remain like leaves
buried in my compost pile
as I turn each over and over
until nothing is left but fine dirt
as a reminder nothing lasts
but the thrill of what lies ahead
its road trips that drive me
forward in any type of vehicle
speeding along until I cant go
stopping long enough to eat and rest
till that place is no longer visible
the pictures burned in my mind
come and ride with me
upon places using words like gasoline
feeding my hearts bounty with spring
growing with anticipation
of breath taking views
all for the price of adventure
(meow~ good reading y'all)
Posted: 2/20/2013 12:07:21 PM
|I like the Larkin quote, but of course I would :)|
stare into my heart
like I know what you are thinking
it is there for you to lick
devouring each emotion
knowing your belly hurts
as I wish to make you explode
one tiny letter at a time
dangling in delight
Posted: 2/20/2013 2:14:27 PM
pleading for mercy
in a buffet of teasing
moaning Do ME already!
Posted: 2/27/2013 7:14:44 PM
|same shit different day|
on and on we go
old souls have been back too many times
seen too many things
this is our punishment to return
because we can't get it right
by whom ever judges
i don't want to come back
help me get it right
what is right
i harm none
i cause problems by helping the helpless
so i think
rescuers get hurt
so cover me with dirt
kindness can kill you
blindness helps you see
deafness mays you notice
so is ignorance better
if i turn a deaf ear to you
i am only trying to save myself
who should we love first
others, our selves, or God
i love the animals
but if you watch them too much
they are as rotten as us
so i wait for an answer
as my life passes me by
i no longer care
Posted: 4/2/2013 8:17:59 PM
|breath on me|
won't you brother
where do you hide out at these days
give me a reason to live
the nights are dark and long
the days are worst
i just sleep them away
and i am not crying
the headaches come and go
won't forget you
you have the gift
Posted: 4/2/2013 9:11:29 PM
|bite my anger|
when I choose to ignore thee,
but grab my passions
as you beg for me,
take my breath
while you steal my embrace,
covered in lovers sweat
and hand crocheted lace,
undress me with a glance
knowing you've been there before,
as our eyes tell a story
like old tales of folk lore,
make me squirt upon the bed
and squirm in extreme pleasures,
when you yourself choose to cum
in conquered lifes hidden treaures~
hey blond/blue~ meow
Posted: 6/6/2013 11:30:14 PM
|long time no see|
I 've missed seeing the truth
on the 6th day
of the 6th month
Posted: 6/12/2013 10:39:46 PM
|as the sun burns the night away|
I try to think of a reason to wake
Posted: 7/5/2013 1:27:22 PM
|Imagine a place, a mindset a frame capturing your soul|
a relentless repetition
a world that doesn't add up
a re-occurring stressor of "I don't get it"
a constant struggle to understand
a mind with no escape
a suffocating realm surrounding you
only living on after the good times
with nothing but regret and uncertainty
the feeling of always being chased
like antelope running from hyenas
relentless and incessant
and is all that remains in your mind.
You realize that this was your life
and the opportunity has long passed
to gain relief
you realize happiness and comfort will never
come your way for eternity
and you live only with the regret
knowing you had a choice, a chance
knowing you had a choice to make the best of your time
unforgiving yourself for eternity
you live for eons and eons
in a frame of turmoil encapsulated
in an unbreakable outer skin
the you and where that you never thought would be
as the universe closes and everything you thought you knew
every bit of power you thought was instilled within you hands
is now gone and all that remains is you
and the uneasy feeling that you are powerless to change anything
never again will you have the power to change your outlook
on the natural ways that cannot be changed
knowing there is no going back
and only feeling the negative vibes that fill your soul
regardless of what is set before you
and you live forever always afraid to be put to rest
hells fire, only burning within your mind
no rain, no water, nothing to satisfy
your incessant obsessive itch to have, keep, hold
what never will be
Posted: 7/8/2013 6:01:34 AM
|floods leave a changed world|
but the tenacious rebuild
ankle-deep in muck
they slog through the cleanout
redesign and rebuild
slowly releasing the past
their world changed
eventually revealing new beauty
Posted: 8/4/2013 1:49:16 AM
|Ghost stories and cherry basketball|
your silhouette fill the hallway
You whistle with your lower lip
I played with your hair
from the scalp down all the way
I chewed your kiss, closed the door
you stood amazed
As time then rolled by I watched a movie called
"Don't you know? ....The past is all a phase"
Posted: 8/6/2013 8:59:53 AM
|Hey stranger...nice to catch up on your posts!|
Great as always.
Only problem with this one^^^ is the wet towel is usually thrown on our clean folded clothes we're about to wear. Thus taking the time (hour and 25 mins) to pick again and dress.
Posted: 4/9/2014 9:31:19 AM
|^ wow, truth.... just.... wow.|
thank you for posting this here. it is so worthy, it must be shared. xo
Posted: 6/11/2014 11:09:40 PM
|Bringing back the Past ( 4 part in 1) - |
Peering into the looking glass destroying every flower I hold.
Piece by piece. Leaving me open for the world so cold.
To glare and mock like acid on an open sore; with thick rich blood, oozing out of every pore.
Swallowed me whole, chewed me into a thousand pieces.
What is left is stagnant and alone.
Waiting, to be quickly disposed of by my own alter-ego.
I am left standing way down low.
No, it can't rain all the time.
But when it does, it pours.
I am a shadow in your sleeping eyes (It says).
Whispering in your ears, miserable lies.
Your voiceless cries taint the sky.
Live no more, die no less.
I step over the cobblestones, lush with life and death from your bones.
Why don't you hear my moans?
A spider weaves your lonely scars.
A bird carries them to the stars
I am the blood of your heart pumping ever so hard.
Live no more, die no less.
I am the source of your tears.
The root of your fears
I live within you many years
We all live no more
We all die no less.
My eyes fill with abandonment as I clawed my insides.
Wasting away to the cream of the skies.
I want so much to kiss the sun, to caress the moonlight and flirt with the stars.
Yet though, I wish to bury myself beneath the waves of a deep blue sea or surrender myself to the unfathomable depths of the earth; to savor my dreams and spare the anguish of my flesh.
My heart slowly decay as such thoughts tamper with my helpless soul.
When will my life justify my thoughts?
My eyes burned with memories of little birds flying pass me, a loving breeze that gently calmed a spring morning and ocean waves glistening with bright golden hues.
There is a void in me and a familiar darkness. It's cancerous grip challenge my existence.
I was looking at a blade of a knife. A reflection appeared out of time.
Too early or too late? I don't know.
Whether it is or not, I won't go where love is only halfway there. I 'd rather depend on a broken prayer.
On a one way street to a dead end is where I've been with the bottle as my friend and a heart of stone looking for love. I'm still trying to figure out what I'm made of.
For me, it's always the same. Never a single little change. I'm always to blame.
Strangers get me through the night when nothing else feel right.
It's the same out there in the streets where young girls play for keeps.
Takes a long stretch in before I know I'm home and I then find out...............
I'm all alone.
It's better then the blade of a knife.
I have my life.
Posted: 7/26/2014 10:10:55 PM
|where did that nasty ole truth's poems go?|
Posted: 4/20/2015 9:47:05 AM
|Sometimes we can't let go of what is familiar... bring this thread back.|
An old soul
I feel like a bird, like a bird
flying high in the sky but only for a while
Just so I can see you, I can see you
then I have to go back to where no one knows
It's the end of summer, end of summer
I can't stay or Ill go crazy
Wont stop thinking of you, thinking of you
I can't get over you
I don't know why, don't know why
if this should be what I want it to be
I cant understand it, can't understand it
help me end this obsession
Release me of possession, of possession
so that I don't have to go where no one knows
I really truly want to stay
so that I can still watch you, still watch you
Posted: 9/12/2015 11:48:24 PM
|dance in the warm rain to a ten minute song|
kiss til our lips are raw
sink into the melding bliss of our minds
we are feeling, just feeling
sink into the melding bliss of our souls
we are being, just being
sink the same way we dig our spoons
deep into a bowl of dessert
sweet so sweet are you
warm so warm are you
you melt in my mouth
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