Catastrophe made her hungry
Until she ate herself sick
And drank to swallow heaves
The tornado is over
In its path
Human suffering, felled trees
Leveled buildings
G-d’s wrath
Claims the innocent
Leaves the destitute
Brings love home
A woman quotes newscasters
Cross-streets, casualties
Disregarded warnings
Your time is coming
You better have your house in order
Family in line
Taller to shorter
It’s coming. It’s Coming. IT’S COMING!
Friday, June 29, 2012
Chapter 1 - It's Coming!
Chapter 1 - Sleep
Before my bed was made
We could study case histories
Of serial perversions
But my hand looks so much
Older now and my breast
Is soft
The mystery makes no sense
Sleep
Succumb
Sleep
Don’t stop to dream
Just sleep
Save yourself
Sever social bindings
Sleep severely
Serene
We could study case histories
Of serial perversions
But my hand looks so much
Older now and my breast
Is soft
The mystery makes no sense
Sleep
Succumb
Sleep
Don’t stop to dream
Just sleep
Save yourself
Sever social bindings
Sleep severely
Serene
Chapter 1 - Unchartered land
As if I were a gentle lady
Captured by pirates of the sea
Your voice stands as a beacon to me
Leading me to shore
Weak in the knees
From salty breezes
To your firm unchartered land
You should know it pleases me to
Feel your strong grasp on my hand
I am woman, you are my man
Let our loves begin with freedom
And so our souls cannot be cheated
Let us create a kingdom
That will not be easily defeated
Captured by pirates of the sea
Your voice stands as a beacon to me
Leading me to shore
Weak in the knees
From salty breezes
To your firm unchartered land
You should know it pleases me to
Feel your strong grasp on my hand
I am woman, you are my man
Let our loves begin with freedom
And so our souls cannot be cheated
Let us create a kingdom
That will not be easily defeated
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Thursday, June 28, 2012
Chapter 1 - Mother
Of life
You have given us the roots
We need to balance
Help us now to spider
To reach our goals
Set ever higher.
Mother, you are sunlight
Shine upon our chosen paths
Delight us
With what you know
So that we might follow.
The seeds you’ve planted
Will always grow
With a tender touch
And your love in groves.
You have given us the roots
We need to balance
Help us now to spider
To reach our goals
Set ever higher.
Mother, you are sunlight
Shine upon our chosen paths
Delight us
With what you know
So that we might follow.
The seeds you’ve planted
Will always grow
With a tender touch
And your love in groves.
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Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Chapter 1 - Consolable River
Known are we
Into such precarious pretense
You, quivering a foretaste
Of our predestined kiss.
You, deceptively straight-forward
An arrow aimed
at underwater prey.
A tower of burnished passion
Leashed by sentimental love
Chained to worldly possessions
Set free on fate’s truest hand
Caged but not imprisoned –
A selfish man with a long-term plan
his (in) security.
Enjoy your women as flowers in a vase
My love cannot blossom there among
Such leggy stems
Competing for standing water.
You must become the river ever-changing
Your white water the turbulence of expression
Your whirlpools enticing me to exploration.
I walk your sand shore
Dowsed by your sullen waves
I feel the pull of your current
Swift and sudden.
Will I never feel your liquid touch surround me?
Am I never to be carried in the arms of such a powerful force as you?
You challenge me not to sink to your level.
I should forgive myself strength
And you, succumb
To the merry, whimsical pull
Of your nature
Your passion
We could drown our
selves in that consolable river.
Into such precarious pretense
You, quivering a foretaste
Of our predestined kiss.
You, deceptively straight-forward
An arrow aimed
at underwater prey.
A tower of burnished passion
Leashed by sentimental love
Chained to worldly possessions
Set free on fate’s truest hand
Caged but not imprisoned –
A selfish man with a long-term plan
his (in) security.
Enjoy your women as flowers in a vase
My love cannot blossom there among
Such leggy stems
Competing for standing water.
You must become the river ever-changing
Your white water the turbulence of expression
Your whirlpools enticing me to exploration.
I walk your sand shore
Dowsed by your sullen waves
I feel the pull of your current
Swift and sudden.
Will I never feel your liquid touch surround me?
Am I never to be carried in the arms of such a powerful force as you?
You challenge me not to sink to your level.
I should forgive myself strength
And you, succumb
To the merry, whimsical pull
Of your nature
Your passion
We could drown our
selves in that consolable river.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Chapter 1 - Lady Luck
On lottery tickets and love
Lady
Luck is for the queen of cups
I play my numbers faithfully
It just doesn’t add up
Sucked upon like a fireball
Spit out when I got too hot
My shoulders shrug
And I sleep
Still life on satin sheets
My lover has a big head
He’s full of me.
Lady
Luck is for the queen of cups
I play my numbers faithfully
It just doesn’t add up
Sucked upon like a fireball
Spit out when I got too hot
My shoulders shrug
And I sleep
Still life on satin sheets
My lover has a big head
He’s full of me.
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Chapter 1 - Halo-ed
I would rather sleep in the desert
Than under a willow tree
With a fool in a single bed
The half-moon was moaning
As I lied
Halo-ed
Without you.
Than under a willow tree
With a fool in a single bed
The half-moon was moaning
As I lied
Halo-ed
Without you.
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Chapter 1 - Suspense
He comes
And goes
He rarely throws
Me only bits
Of what he knows
I speak of sanctuary
Embraced by arms and legs and
We sit all but feet apart
His determined silence surrounding us
In my private room – he rests his
Head upon my heart and says,
“We are only mating”
To this I say nothing, for I
Know not what weighs upon him
Hours spent alone have gotten
Me this:
A man in suspense
Has but one wish
And that is happiness
No cares, no plans
Just memorable, portable
Bliss.
In this state he is oblivious
To hours spent alone
He knows not of what he may have missed
And goes
He rarely throws
Me only bits
Of what he knows
I speak of sanctuary
Embraced by arms and legs and
We sit all but feet apart
His determined silence surrounding us
In my private room – he rests his
Head upon my heart and says,
“We are only mating”
To this I say nothing, for I
Know not what weighs upon him
Hours spent alone have gotten
Me this:
A man in suspense
Has but one wish
And that is happiness
No cares, no plans
Just memorable, portable
Bliss.
In this state he is oblivious
To hours spent alone
He knows not of what he may have missed
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Chapter 1 - The show is over
I write for myself
A captive audience
Quiet. Attentive.
Nearly inaudible
Eyes search the crowd
Knowing
No one
I shout, I bow
I clap
My presence is known
I am no longer alone
They hear my words
On this stage
In this spotlight
I am warmed
By the company of strangers
I am welcomed
By accomplished artists
But life goes on
So I leave it
To those
Aspiring
A captive audience
Quiet. Attentive.
Nearly inaudible
Eyes search the crowd
Knowing
No one
I shout, I bow
I clap
My presence is known
I am no longer alone
They hear my words
On this stage
In this spotlight
I am warmed
By the company of strangers
I am welcomed
By accomplished artists
But life goes on
So I leave it
To those
Aspiring
Chapter 1 - Doubt
Your time will come, sweet thing
So just ride it on for now
Years will pass like days,
You’ll see
And then
Where will you be
In an old house
In a forest
On a swing with a
Book to fill up
With life
You will not miss.
You will be
You are
What you feel inside
And I
I feel that I could be
A faithful fountain
Of passion
Shared by all
But who will really know me
And what will
My words truly mean
To you
Do you
Trouble yourself with doubt
Like me
Instead of letting time
Work it all out
So just ride it on for now
Years will pass like days,
You’ll see
And then
Where will you be
In an old house
In a forest
On a swing with a
Book to fill up
With life
You will not miss.
You will be
You are
What you feel inside
And I
I feel that I could be
A faithful fountain
Of passion
Shared by all
But who will really know me
And what will
My words truly mean
To you
Do you
Trouble yourself with doubt
Like me
Instead of letting time
Work it all out
Chapter 1 - Any Game
Hearts grow fond of
Each other’s company.
It’s a wonder our
Legs don’t grow together
Breaking the ribbon
In a three-legged race.
Empty sadness
At the fair’s end
Consoled by first prize and
Some chocolate pie
Winner’s pride
Soon subsides as
Lonely gloating
Gets silly in the backseat
Or the rearview mirror.
Tiny wrinkles in your skin
Just like his
Give away the prize
Laughingly you embrace
You own reflection
As your only friend
At the end of every competition
The race goes on
So, produce or
Be e-rased.
You can dance and play
But you are nothing
Until you create
The taste is sweet
Of any game.
Each other’s company.
It’s a wonder our
Legs don’t grow together
Breaking the ribbon
In a three-legged race.
Empty sadness
At the fair’s end
Consoled by first prize and
Some chocolate pie
Winner’s pride
Soon subsides as
Lonely gloating
Gets silly in the backseat
Or the rearview mirror.
Tiny wrinkles in your skin
Just like his
Give away the prize
Laughingly you embrace
You own reflection
As your only friend
At the end of every competition
The race goes on
So, produce or
Be e-rased.
You can dance and play
But you are nothing
Until you create
The taste is sweet
Of any game.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Chapter 1 - for Luis, the Spaniard
Orange fingernails
And Spanish legends
Of human tails
Lawless as we are
By our creation
Made just in nature
To defy the cosmos
And destroy entire generations
Shivering chills
Through the length of me
Pass thoughtfully
To leave me cold and trembling.
Sorry I can’t remember your last name,
Circa 1994
And Spanish legends
Of human tails
Lawless as we are
By our creation
Made just in nature
To defy the cosmos
And destroy entire generations
Shivering chills
Through the length of me
Pass thoughtfully
To leave me cold and trembling.
Sorry I can’t remember your last name,
Circa 1994
Chapter 1 - Archaic
In the wake of angels
I lie in wait
My leopard pounces
Leaves me motionless
A mere detail of gloriousness
Head heavy with presence
Sounding of trains
Resounds in travel
Poor souls plotting suicide
Challenging death
Tons of metal
Crushing bones
Like wood blocks or
Sand between my toes.
The smell of cinnamon
Invites him in
Power from a bit of glass
To stranded pearls
Passionately wrapped
around.
Back on the tracks
Trains call out to me
I am available
Disregarding serious talk
Or drunk within
My own reflection.
I am learning to fly
Angelic
Archaic
I am learning to die
In my sleep
I lie in wait
My leopard pounces
Leaves me motionless
A mere detail of gloriousness
Head heavy with presence
Sounding of trains
Resounds in travel
Poor souls plotting suicide
Challenging death
Tons of metal
Crushing bones
Like wood blocks or
Sand between my toes.
The smell of cinnamon
Invites him in
Power from a bit of glass
To stranded pearls
Passionately wrapped
around.
Back on the tracks
Trains call out to me
I am available
Disregarding serious talk
Or drunk within
My own reflection.
I am learning to fly
Angelic
Archaic
I am learning to die
In my sleep
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Chapter 1 - Pretending
He left me
Twelve red roses
I’m pretending it was you.
He says, “If I ever go –
I would only go
With you.”
You only laugh because
You’ve been there more
Than once without me.
He says he wants to
Marry me away
From all my sins.
You dowse all thought
Of morality in carnal pleasure
Temporarily.
He loves my brain.
You worship my body.
I blame him
For all the pain
I have ever known
And he says he is sorry.
You are forever in the mood.
He tells me that he loves me
I am pretending it was you.
Twelve red roses
I’m pretending it was you.
He says, “If I ever go –
I would only go
With you.”
You only laugh because
You’ve been there more
Than once without me.
He says he wants to
Marry me away
From all my sins.
You dowse all thought
Of morality in carnal pleasure
Temporarily.
He loves my brain.
You worship my body.
I blame him
For all the pain
I have ever known
And he says he is sorry.
You are forever in the mood.
He tells me that he loves me
I am pretending it was you.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Chapter 1 - Easy
Easy on the ice, she said
I am in love with her cherry
Red head.
Bestial knobs of horns
And her pert pale chest.
Make it to go, I say
With extra whipped cream
Please.
I fondle her beads with my eyes.
Pay me some more attention
Before I give you his money
And go.
I sit with a thorny bush.
One violet rose for company.
Girlfriends laughingly embrace
As I write
My words flowing with a sweet
Stinging moisture that permeates.
I am in love with her cherry
Red head.
Bestial knobs of horns
And her pert pale chest.
Make it to go, I say
With extra whipped cream
Please.
I fondle her beads with my eyes.
Pay me some more attention
Before I give you his money
And go.
I sit with a thorny bush.
One violet rose for company.
Girlfriends laughingly embrace
As I write
My words flowing with a sweet
Stinging moisture that permeates.
Chapter 1 - Doom
How dreadful is doom?
Doom.
Doom!
Doomed…
And damned are we
Druken, sorrowfilled
Foolish, money minded degenerates.
Doomed.
Doom.
Doom!
Doomed…
And damned are we
Druken, sorrowfilled
Foolish, money minded degenerates.
Doomed.
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Chapter 1 - April is over
Mayday!
The captain has returned
To her ship
On voyage to victory from the dregs of defeat
Reigning o’er the land of freedom in
Pursuit of happiness, the right to bear arms
And partake in naval piercings
Umbilical regality.
A half moon holds promise
Of wholeness
Stars are cloaked
By city lights
Veiled like strangers are
Standing on opposite corners
Sharing the same street
You were there
With he and she.
I was not alone in your company
Troubled to sleep
By an odyssey
Of silent discovery.
My gift to you security
Sincerity
Joy shared vicariously.
The captain has returned
To her ship
On voyage to victory from the dregs of defeat
Reigning o’er the land of freedom in
Pursuit of happiness, the right to bear arms
And partake in naval piercings
Umbilical regality.
A half moon holds promise
Of wholeness
Stars are cloaked
By city lights
Veiled like strangers are
Standing on opposite corners
Sharing the same street
You were there
With he and she.
I was not alone in your company
Troubled to sleep
By an odyssey
Of silent discovery.
My gift to you security
Sincerity
Joy shared vicariously.
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Chapter 1 - No one dances anymore
He is a cottonwood of a man.
Born again – as they say
And I, a child of the earth.
My motto –
Excess in moderation.
Billy asked me to dance.
I had one eye on him since he lumbered
Through the door.
He took my arm and led me
To the floor.
Is this romance?
All graceful and awkward instances.
Billy says we’ll have to practice this
One hundred times before we get it right.
I don’t mind.
Born again – as they say
And I, a child of the earth.
My motto –
Excess in moderation.
Billy asked me to dance.
I had one eye on him since he lumbered
Through the door.
He took my arm and led me
To the floor.
Is this romance?
All graceful and awkward instances.
Billy says we’ll have to practice this
One hundred times before we get it right.
I don’t mind.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Chapter 1 - The Underground
The world of reality
Waits
Time stops to freeze dripping
Water from the pipe that lead
Me here
Silent language of palm
Scratching out messages of
Hypocrisy
In the black light
I see her eyes
Green with animosity
Swallowing a letter from my lover
Savoring memories
I chose to chew
A path
To the other world
Where music soothes my senses
And your words give me shelter
From heartless, lascivious stares
At the underground
Waits
Time stops to freeze dripping
Water from the pipe that lead
Me here
Silent language of palm
Scratching out messages of
Hypocrisy
In the black light
I see her eyes
Green with animosity
Swallowing a letter from my lover
Savoring memories
I chose to chew
A path
To the other world
Where music soothes my senses
And your words give me shelter
From heartless, lascivious stares
At the underground
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Chapter 1 - Perfect Mutilation
Another battle –
For now I am victorious.
The war rages on in the
Heads of those
Whose hearts pound, pumping
Madness into bodies
With the tired look of extinction.
I will leave the dead behind.
Living, breathing, lifeless skins,
Forgotten friends
Who long to be buried thoughtfully
Regretfully, happily.
I shudder in the heat of today –
Erase the shame!
I cannot disguise the pain
Of this masochism, permanent
Overload, perfect mutilation.
For now I am victorious.
The war rages on in the
Heads of those
Whose hearts pound, pumping
Madness into bodies
With the tired look of extinction.
I will leave the dead behind.
Living, breathing, lifeless skins,
Forgotten friends
Who long to be buried thoughtfully
Regretfully, happily.
I shudder in the heat of today –
Erase the shame!
I cannot disguise the pain
Of this masochism, permanent
Overload, perfect mutilation.
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Saturday, June 16, 2012
Chapter 1 - Base Effrontery
Words make a path to my
Tongue more silent and
Venomous than any sudden
Flood of tears.
Groping.
Violent urges
Curl my fingers into fists.
Death grips me and gnaws
At my pride.
Fervid, I am –
Frustrated.
Strung out across the boundaries
Of utopia
While the diabolical vicar
Cackles.
Must I grovel as you gibe?
My ephemeral folly
Finds me grappling
With infamy.
I find this affinity for evil
Base effrontery.
Tongue more silent and
Venomous than any sudden
Flood of tears.
Groping.
Violent urges
Curl my fingers into fists.
Death grips me and gnaws
At my pride.
Fervid, I am –
Frustrated.
Strung out across the boundaries
Of utopia
While the diabolical vicar
Cackles.
Must I grovel as you gibe?
My ephemeral folly
Finds me grappling
With infamy.
I find this affinity for evil
Base effrontery.
Chapter 1 - Temptation
Cradled in canopies of temptation
Our juniper universe
Orbits earth and sky.
Melancholy scatters itself like leaves
Under feet.
Anemone breezes
Smell of trampled begonias
And we dance.
We are dandelion oracles.
Jonquil – desireful in thought.
Silent in belladonna’s spell.
Vines of ivy entwine us
Tranquil seedlings
Lovers serene.
Honeysuckle is the color of our fate.
Rustic.
Raspberry remorse stains my teeth.
Regret.
I chew shameful peonies
As my petals make me bow.
Our juniper universe
Orbits earth and sky.
Melancholy scatters itself like leaves
Under feet.
Anemone breezes
Smell of trampled begonias
And we dance.
We are dandelion oracles.
Jonquil – desireful in thought.
Silent in belladonna’s spell.
Vines of ivy entwine us
Tranquil seedlings
Lovers serene.
Honeysuckle is the color of our fate.
Rustic.
Raspberry remorse stains my teeth.
Regret.
I chew shameful peonies
As my petals make me bow.
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Chapter 1 - Jumping Someone Else's Train
A silver twist of the tongue
And I am yours
Half an eggshell resting at
The edge of your thoughts
Just where the grass stops
Growing and the tracks begin.
Your caboose is long in coming.
Your presence known in the traffic
Of two entire cities.
I am not the only one who waits
Just to see what lies beyond
Your miles of empty cargo on
Northern rails.
And I am yours
Half an eggshell resting at
The edge of your thoughts
Just where the grass stops
Growing and the tracks begin.
Your caboose is long in coming.
Your presence known in the traffic
Of two entire cities.
I am not the only one who waits
Just to see what lies beyond
Your miles of empty cargo on
Northern rails.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Chapter 1 - Liars
I know all there is to know
About liars
They are the forgetful ones
The ones with busy schedules
No courage left for truth
Honesty doesn’t make money
Men do
Tell me what I want to hear
Then disappear
You’ll never stop selling yourself
But you’ll always come up short
You think the ways of the world
Are yours to fondle
You’re buying wealth and gaining
Power. You say everyone and
Everything can be bought or sold
All the while this devil has closed
The deal on your soul.
About liars
They are the forgetful ones
The ones with busy schedules
No courage left for truth
Honesty doesn’t make money
Men do
Tell me what I want to hear
Then disappear
You’ll never stop selling yourself
But you’ll always come up short
You think the ways of the world
Are yours to fondle
You’re buying wealth and gaining
Power. You say everyone and
Everything can be bought or sold
All the while this devil has closed
The deal on your soul.
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Chapter 1 - One Soul
Oh, mother earth
Dear father time
I am just a girl
One soul
Drifting into dreamscapes
I lie awake in your mountainous plains
Night is day.
“Resume,” you say?
Resume…
Resume!
My feet are with you, mother.
My eyes have seen you, father.
Passing as clouds will
Soiling my hands
Am I weightless as I
Walk upon your land
Without ambition?
Months of thirty-one
Compare to leap years
I am reminded of time
By a changing moon
It is then I travel onward.
Dear father time
I am just a girl
One soul
Drifting into dreamscapes
I lie awake in your mountainous plains
Night is day.
“Resume,” you say?
Resume…
Resume!
My feet are with you, mother.
My eyes have seen you, father.
Passing as clouds will
Soiling my hands
Am I weightless as I
Walk upon your land
Without ambition?
Months of thirty-one
Compare to leap years
I am reminded of time
By a changing moon
It is then I travel onward.
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Chapter 1 - My dream
He is a fearsome, handsome
Bird of prey
Who befriended me and took me away
Heavy under my weightless presence
We soar above city traffic
Night lights up the sky
We rise with the wind
Hovering just above human hate
Our visions merge
The rabbit goes limp
In the bloody claws of the eagle
My eyes are open
Even the winged one must rest
I may not be as strong
Or brave
But I will stand on bare feet
In a naked land
Where men are hanged in muddy water
To carry us through
Oppression and conformity
And other worldly danger
February 6, 1993
Bird of prey
Who befriended me and took me away
Heavy under my weightless presence
We soar above city traffic
Night lights up the sky
We rise with the wind
Hovering just above human hate
Our visions merge
The rabbit goes limp
In the bloody claws of the eagle
My eyes are open
Even the winged one must rest
I may not be as strong
Or brave
But I will stand on bare feet
In a naked land
Where men are hanged in muddy water
To carry us through
Oppression and conformity
And other worldly danger
February 6, 1993
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Chapter 1 - Have you Herd?
Ladies shake it on the high plains
While their men grind in underbrush
My butterfly’s tongue tastes of
Your sweet stamen as
Our fruits fall to the wind
Scattered
At the feet of dancing girls
And open mouthed men.
Stomping,
Chewing,
Moving on.
While their men grind in underbrush
My butterfly’s tongue tastes of
Your sweet stamen as
Our fruits fall to the wind
Scattered
At the feet of dancing girls
And open mouthed men.
Stomping,
Chewing,
Moving on.
Chapter 1 - Whatever
Whatever comes to mind
Be it rain
Or fog
Or sleep
G-d’s masterpiece
And belief
Is for the persistent
Heartache for the weak
Everything has already been said
Be it rain
Or fog
Or sleep
G-d’s masterpiece
And belief
Is for the persistent
Heartache for the weak
Everything has already been said
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Chapter 1 - Anarchy
You come to me
In the wake of my slumber
You leave me fascinated
Eager and poemless
Abandoned at will by fleets
Of countless gentlemen
These lines hold me fast
Obliged to speculate
The next of thirty with-
In but not between
The confines of
This space
A page
A state
A limited perception
Underlying
Anarchy
In the wake of my slumber
You leave me fascinated
Eager and poemless
Abandoned at will by fleets
Of countless gentlemen
These lines hold me fast
Obliged to speculate
The next of thirty with-
In but not between
The confines of
This space
A page
A state
A limited perception
Underlying
Anarchy
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Chapter 1 - Without a care
Were the sky made of water
And the ocean air
I would swim among the birds
In waves
And soar with fish on wings.
Each cloud would be an island
Where I might rest with angels
And land that does not sit
Could travel light in the wind.
I would breathe a rain of
Oxygen bubbles
Falling upwards toward the ground
And of speak of whales
In foreign tongues
While the eagle tells tales of
Sweet whistling sounds swallowed
By the sea.
If the sky was blue with water’s glow
And the ocean white with air
I would be a changeling
And dance and fly and float
Without a care.
And the ocean air
I would swim among the birds
In waves
And soar with fish on wings.
Each cloud would be an island
Where I might rest with angels
And land that does not sit
Could travel light in the wind.
I would breathe a rain of
Oxygen bubbles
Falling upwards toward the ground
And of speak of whales
In foreign tongues
While the eagle tells tales of
Sweet whistling sounds swallowed
By the sea.
If the sky was blue with water’s glow
And the ocean white with air
I would be a changeling
And dance and fly and float
Without a care.
Chapter 1 - The Reaper and the Gardener
Just like ripe fruit
My dogwood flower fell
Was snatched up
By strange hands and
Dropped in a basket
To mingle with the
Fallen fruits of others
Passing this way.
Mine, the solid flower of ivory
Bound by silver chains of ancestry
Lost to a collector, a gathering
One of many; oblivious
To my single bloom.
Who will know me? Who will come
Into my secret garden to
Count my petals? Who carries the
Seed lost to a stranger?
Who will bury it once more?
My dogwood flower fell
Was snatched up
By strange hands and
Dropped in a basket
To mingle with the
Fallen fruits of others
Passing this way.
Mine, the solid flower of ivory
Bound by silver chains of ancestry
Lost to a collector, a gathering
One of many; oblivious
To my single bloom.
Who will know me? Who will come
Into my secret garden to
Count my petals? Who carries the
Seed lost to a stranger?
Who will bury it once more?
Chapter 1 - Absent Wrath
Would it please m’lord
To hear me say I love thee
Would it please you to look down
Upon my face
Your sword unsheathed
on bended knees
An absent wrath in swollen lips
To hear me say I love thee
Would it please you to look down
Upon my face
Your sword unsheathed
on bended knees
An absent wrath in swollen lips
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Chapter 1 - Would you mind if I told you?
He’s black
He is a man
And he is black
His eyes are black;
Reflecting the darkness
That surrounds us
In the light
Divine, his smile
Illuminates the decades
His lips are black
He speaks and
His lips move
As the mouths of instruments
(From) so full of shape
Sweet sounds
For no one
Not even me
His skin is solemn, soft
An anomaly of centuries
I never touched
Never knew
Of such
Supreme purity
Deliberate in his darkness
And I in mine
Would you mind
If I told you
He is a man
And he is black
His eyes are black;
Reflecting the darkness
That surrounds us
In the light
Divine, his smile
Illuminates the decades
His lips are black
He speaks and
His lips move
As the mouths of instruments
(From) so full of shape
Sweet sounds
For no one
Not even me
His skin is solemn, soft
An anomaly of centuries
I never touched
Never knew
Of such
Supreme purity
Deliberate in his darkness
And I in mine
Would you mind
If I told you
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Chapter 1 - As loud as silver
I’m in the mood
For music!
Left behind
Offending instruments
My pleasure pipe
Stolen away!
There is hope in
The blues.
That young lady right there –
She knows about blues!
Yes, she does
Man, you don’t lie
And you play a mighty horn
Mister – sing me a song
Rock me side to side
Until I’m satisfied
I get so excited!
I’ll play along
If I’m not too busy dancing
Feet got the beat
Fingers pound a rhythm
My heart attacks my chest
Begging me to blow
Man, BLOW! Go!
Oh no,
I am fluteless.
Music makes me forget
Woah!
Is it my turn to solo?
Bad news
She was my voice
In tune
Out of my mind
As loud as silver.
For music!
Left behind
Offending instruments
My pleasure pipe
Stolen away!
There is hope in
The blues.
That young lady right there –
She knows about blues!
Yes, she does
Man, you don’t lie
And you play a mighty horn
Mister – sing me a song
Rock me side to side
Until I’m satisfied
I get so excited!
I’ll play along
If I’m not too busy dancing
Feet got the beat
Fingers pound a rhythm
My heart attacks my chest
Begging me to blow
Man, BLOW! Go!
Oh no,
I am fluteless.
Music makes me forget
Woah!
Is it my turn to solo?
Bad news
She was my voice
In tune
Out of my mind
As loud as silver.
Chapter 1 - The Blue Chicago
The sun
Gave rise to
A mighty phoenix
From the ashes of our
Sunday afternoon
The menace of storm approaches
Colossal clouds break up rays
From mountainous horizons
Of earth and sky
The rain reaches up
Teasing us with cool
Droplets on the lid of an eye
Or in my ear
The sound of thundering voices
An electrical siege
Excites us
We swing out
Heavy.
Gave rise to
A mighty phoenix
From the ashes of our
Sunday afternoon
The menace of storm approaches
Colossal clouds break up rays
From mountainous horizons
Of earth and sky
The rain reaches up
Teasing us with cool
Droplets on the lid of an eye
Or in my ear
The sound of thundering voices
An electrical siege
Excites us
We swing out
Heavy.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Chapter 1 - Faultless
Faultless crowning words
Transforming – frozen
Knuckles cold and solid
To the hands of ladies
Soft, fragile and warm
Delicate, transparent disasters
Love bindings
Bracelets, collars
Remain
Giving others something to envy
Transforming – frozen
Knuckles cold and solid
To the hands of ladies
Soft, fragile and warm
Delicate, transparent disasters
Love bindings
Bracelets, collars
Remain
Giving others something to envy
Chapter 1 - In a sunny December
Oh, my!
What a world
Where spiders weave webs of deceit
Dangling from cast iron guard rails
Watchers watch
Doers do
While the others
have too much to say
to hear you
Here
let me show you
it's like this
everywhere you go
What a world
Where spiders weave webs of deceit
Dangling from cast iron guard rails
Watchers watch
Doers do
While the others
have too much to say
to hear you
Here
let me show you
it's like this
everywhere you go
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Chapter 1 - Orchid is my Sky
The moon
She smiles at me
Above all billowous masses
Below us, buried deep
Once bitten fingernails
Furrow brows
And trouble sleep
Faces shine in blindness
Victims or voyeurs
She laughs
The moon
When she is full of breast
Illusory, impetuous
I am her child
Sycophantic
in my dream of flight
Compelled
by the coming night
I am ripened and
Given wings by the
Scent of parting lips
She smiles at me
Above all billowous masses
Below us, buried deep
Once bitten fingernails
Furrow brows
And trouble sleep
Faces shine in blindness
Victims or voyeurs
She laughs
The moon
When she is full of breast
Illusory, impetuous
I am her child
Sycophantic
in my dream of flight
Compelled
by the coming night
I am ripened and
Given wings by the
Scent of parting lips
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Chapter 1 - Sticks & Stones
He said,
I’ll beat you
And I
Don’t hurt me
I’ll beat you with my mouth
He said
And I said,
Please
Throwing sticks at neighbor girls
We laughed together
For want of better targets
Mute and motionless
Like dad – tied and gagged
Chewing gum
Hot tennis shoes
Whining women, broken cars
And rocks
Why are you a girl?
He said.
I’ll beat you
And I
Don’t hurt me
I’ll beat you with my mouth
He said
And I said,
Please
Throwing sticks at neighbor girls
We laughed together
For want of better targets
Mute and motionless
Like dad – tied and gagged
Chewing gum
Hot tennis shoes
Whining women, broken cars
And rocks
Why are you a girl?
He said.
Chapter 1 - Serenity vs. Frustration
We are wind, supine over glacial waters
We are petals of burgeons drifting to ground
The rainbow resultant of misty rains
An autumn leaf in a mellow course of river
The rising sun on a winter’s day
We are curious visitors to foreign lands
Serenity
Glorious beauties surround us
We walk the distance immeasurable
To speak nothing of sorrow
We are the tempest, torrid over desolate earth
We are withering blossoms in standing water
The destruction following deluge
An arbitrary soul caught in a whirlpool
The scorching heat of desert summers
We are selfish missionaries to third world countries
Frustration
The unknown taunts us
We run virtual marathons
To hold back shouts of happiness
We are petals of burgeons drifting to ground
The rainbow resultant of misty rains
An autumn leaf in a mellow course of river
The rising sun on a winter’s day
We are curious visitors to foreign lands
Serenity
Glorious beauties surround us
We walk the distance immeasurable
To speak nothing of sorrow
We are the tempest, torrid over desolate earth
We are withering blossoms in standing water
The destruction following deluge
An arbitrary soul caught in a whirlpool
The scorching heat of desert summers
We are selfish missionaries to third world countries
Frustration
The unknown taunts us
We run virtual marathons
To hold back shouts of happiness
Chapter 1 - Love Ballad of the Introvert
Can’t reach
No fear
Feel pain
Sin again
Watch yourself
Wonder why
All you see
Behind closed eyes
Leads you back
To certain demise
No fear
Feel pain
Sin again
Watch yourself
Wonder why
All you see
Behind closed eyes
Leads you back
To certain demise
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Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Chapter 1 - The Mountain
The mountain burned bright
Darkness has passed and left me to
Snap pictures of dead rose bushes and
A woodpecker pecking on an iron gate
Another sleepless night turns to midday
As I flounder on the shore of the shallow
Water of sanity’s ocean never again to
Be submerged in the salty seas of that which
took me much too far away from me
Darkness has passed and left me to
Snap pictures of dead rose bushes and
A woodpecker pecking on an iron gate
Another sleepless night turns to midday
As I flounder on the shore of the shallow
Water of sanity’s ocean never again to
Be submerged in the salty seas of that which
took me much too far away from me
Chapter 1 - Buried Alive
I hate his hands
His face, his mind
These tears
I’ve lost control
Of my emotions
He ties me in knots
By my hair and
Fists are flying
Go away
I never wanted you
Get away
And keep your distance
She doesn’t hear
My pain
My screaming soul
My tortured brain
How could she?
The sound
It sickens me
The way she laughs
It kills me
I am dead
And no one blinked
A the murder
No one sighed in grief
I am buried alive
Above ground
In the dirt of another
His face, his mind
These tears
I’ve lost control
Of my emotions
He ties me in knots
By my hair and
Fists are flying
Go away
I never wanted you
Get away
And keep your distance
She doesn’t hear
My pain
My screaming soul
My tortured brain
How could she?
The sound
It sickens me
The way she laughs
It kills me
I am dead
And no one blinked
A the murder
No one sighed in grief
I am buried alive
Above ground
In the dirt of another
Chapter 1 - Amber Jealousy
Does she hear my visions?
Yes, she does.
Does she travel with me?
By my side.
She rests her head upon me
Even as I write
She calls to rooftop angels
Fearing flight
Padding, stroking through the night
She waits, as I arrive
Pen in hand
I see her pout
Comfort comes
Though not without a fight
No sense in struggle
She’s a pusher
Crack to crack
My book and she
If she could
I would
In darkness
Be.
Yes, she does.
Does she travel with me?
By my side.
She rests her head upon me
Even as I write
She calls to rooftop angels
Fearing flight
Padding, stroking through the night
She waits, as I arrive
Pen in hand
I see her pout
Comfort comes
Though not without a fight
No sense in struggle
She’s a pusher
Crack to crack
My book and she
If she could
I would
In darkness
Be.
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Chapter 1 - Guilt
Guilt manifested by love
On impaired sheets of cotton
We wear
The same we care to tread upon
For reasons we cannot unravel –
We never wish to reveal
A view of two so funeral
So used by hapless angels
Angered at their fear.
On impaired sheets of cotton
We wear
The same we care to tread upon
For reasons we cannot unravel –
We never wish to reveal
A view of two so funeral
So used by hapless angels
Angered at their fear.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Chapter 1 - Rendezvous
The mountain crest
With deepened precipice
Powered white
And saddened –
Wisened
Like grandmother’s face.
Oh! The tragedy!
The cue
For sympathy and
Graciousness and
Heroism!
Distraction,
Belated cursings
Destinations delayed
A mishap
A rendezvous
With disaster
With deepened precipice
Powered white
And saddened –
Wisened
Like grandmother’s face.
Oh! The tragedy!
The cue
For sympathy and
Graciousness and
Heroism!
Distraction,
Belated cursings
Destinations delayed
A mishap
A rendezvous
With disaster
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Chapter 1 - The boy into the man
Once I stared relentlessly
Tracing his steps toward
Someone else’s door
For now I travel blindly
Racing with a a dangerous current
That has yet to pull me under
Together
We are grasping truth
Through spirit and mind
Our mouth’s trying desperately
To make up for lost time
Cleansing our conscience
One and seemingly forever
Without a companion
Tracing his steps toward
Someone else’s door
For now I travel blindly
Racing with a a dangerous current
That has yet to pull me under
Together
We are grasping truth
Through spirit and mind
Our mouth’s trying desperately
To make up for lost time
Cleansing our conscience
One and seemingly forever
Without a companion
Chapter 1 - Ideals are not Realities
You never knew me
I fear this anonymity
Our desire, severe – lapsed
Into emotion only momentarily
We spoke words, dated – slurred
By time and seldom remembered.
I covet fairy tale evenings
You do not conceive of my dreams
Our selves deny us generously
A solitary man – you are, cringing
At the thought of loneliness. Until –
Yet another hapless hormonal hurdle
Leaves you huffing, hanging…
Tragedy and disgrace
Once more companions to the man
Searching aimlessly, relentlessly
For the perfect woman –
Ideals are not realities.
I fear this anonymity
Our desire, severe – lapsed
Into emotion only momentarily
We spoke words, dated – slurred
By time and seldom remembered.
I covet fairy tale evenings
You do not conceive of my dreams
Our selves deny us generously
A solitary man – you are, cringing
At the thought of loneliness. Until –
Yet another hapless hormonal hurdle
Leaves you huffing, hanging…
Tragedy and disgrace
Once more companions to the man
Searching aimlessly, relentlessly
For the perfect woman –
Ideals are not realities.
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Chapter 1 - Stealth and Strong
He holds me
Hovering
Above heaven
Hips in hands
As heat screams
Jealousy rides in the back seat
Lips smack, smiles crack
He is a lover purring like cats
Stealth and strong
But not invincible
Hovering
Above heaven
Hips in hands
As heat screams
Jealousy rides in the back seat
Lips smack, smiles crack
He is a lover purring like cats
Stealth and strong
But not invincible
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Monday, June 4, 2012
Chapter 1 - Knave of Spades
Ascetic
A fool in the guise of a wise man
Knave of spades
Neither name nor trade
Grace his thrown
Of greed
He speaks sweetly
Demanding riches
Swallowing power by
Sufficient handfuls
$een by all, known to many
Loved in/visible circles by
Mindful, thoughtless
Crowds
Idiots, raving at their
Individuality
Crazed, fiendish, provocative
A fool in the guise of a wise man
Knave of spades
Neither name nor trade
Grace his thrown
Of greed
He speaks sweetly
Demanding riches
Swallowing power by
Sufficient handfuls
$een by all, known to many
Loved in/visible circles by
Mindful, thoughtless
Crowds
Idiots, raving at their
Individuality
Crazed, fiendish, provocative
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Chapter 1 - Shoes Sleep
Shoes sleep in silent purple splendor
Pockets swell with nuggets for the vendor
Empty bottles await ash
Book sewn
Weaving words not easily vented
Bed warm – body strong
Will is no tangible power
Pride in excess
Left blind as dear king Oedipus
His rex, the vex of his kingdom
Invaluable measure of pleasure
Delve into luxurious injury
Perjury of delectable sin
Evil always begins
In the minds of the worthy
Reticent descendent
Idyllic matrimony in
Akin cadavers
Horrific, terrific harmony
Death to immortality
Children’s’ grim grin
A fairy take we do spin
Forever, constantly, happily
Pockets swell with nuggets for the vendor
Empty bottles await ash
Book sewn
Weaving words not easily vented
Bed warm – body strong
Will is no tangible power
Pride in excess
Left blind as dear king Oedipus
His rex, the vex of his kingdom
Invaluable measure of pleasure
Delve into luxurious injury
Perjury of delectable sin
Evil always begins
In the minds of the worthy
Reticent descendent
Idyllic matrimony in
Akin cadavers
Horrific, terrific harmony
Death to immortality
Children’s’ grim grin
A fairy take we do spin
Forever, constantly, happily
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Chapter 1 - And We
What is this family of wild manimals?
A pride of carnivores, do we prey
Or are we sucked upon and eaten like
Tootsie pops
Counted
Swallowed and
Forgotten
A pride of carnivores, do we prey
Or are we sucked upon and eaten like
Tootsie pops
Counted
Swallowed and
Forgotten
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Chapter 1 - Sugar bowls and flies
Little white lies
Faint replies
Desperate cries
Nine long lives
Fails and tries
Fall or rise
Break all ties
Farewells and goodbyes
Wise women who love spies
Lows and highs
Fatal surprise
Gypsy eyes
Bargain buys
Between her thighs
Faint replies
Desperate cries
Nine long lives
Fails and tries
Fall or rise
Break all ties
Farewells and goodbyes
Wise women who love spies
Lows and highs
Fatal surprise
Gypsy eyes
Bargain buys
Between her thighs
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Chapter 1 - Furious Noise
You rang
But not before
She put the ring inside
My belly.
Piercing my ears with your
Radar love
Squealing tires
Wailing guitars
Hurried drumbeats
Furious noise.
But not before
She put the ring inside
My belly.
Piercing my ears with your
Radar love
Squealing tires
Wailing guitars
Hurried drumbeats
Furious noise.
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