May 2013
1 post
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Slumberous eyes — dot, dot — on and off — dot, dash, dot, dot — confess — dash, dot, dash, dash — and place me — prisoner — under her arrest.
April 2013
5 posts
1 tag
Now is not enough;
present cannot hold what
past could not, that
future never would.
If now, then, if when were whole;
one-third were three first, and
three, one at once,
then maybe, as it may be, it
all be enough.
1 tag
Let’s entertain this affair, you and I;
make love as lovesick strangers,
like one night is all we’ll share.
Let us count the cost, each the other,
turn the page on this pager turner, of
disremembered lovers.
Let’s deny selfish acquirements, and
accept in common our immoral ancestry;
our noon kingdoms, our humid heavens.
Let’s not hold breath again to forget the
...
2 tags
Labored, labored heart,
bitter be the days beating—
those for and against.
Quick, in quickest sand
set us foot, unfriendly friend,
false step after next.
Though for effort, gold!
We breathe a bit easier—
our uttermost breath.
2 tags
The horrors of war
made not men of boys so much
as soldiers poets.
March 2013
4 posts
1 tag
That my kiss may be both touch and vision,
let me feel the look of you with these lips.
3 tags
Foredoomed, for distance,
jealous fingers kiss keyboards
in place of our sense;
rows of keys, a pitiless
substitute for that of flesh.
3 tags
Heavens held not time,
neither seasons, rather moods;
handwritten here, here-
after, after life again;
vestiges through versed canyons.
July 2012
1 post
1 tag
At times I choke
on that which is wondered
like breathing water—
better I drink;
sip through a straw
waves I’ll not ride,
root beer without float,
poured down the sink.
The taste, disappointment;
I lie on the surface
an auburn leaf to reflect
what truth lie beneath
tendriled creeks and tributaries,
where I shake ghostly hands
in tribute of met expectation
I...
June 2012
0 posts
2 tags
The public conscience
sits not the shoulder
mid heart and mind,
but television set
between pharmaceutical ads,
both to feel good.
May 2012
3 posts
3 tags
The flaw in that of man’s design, his knees bend.
2 tags
We recall the day,
what night seems have forgotten,
starry Sun, returned.
Feelings commingle,
hot chasing cold like lemons;
truth, the barefaced lie.
To lay in the Sun,
the shade looks more appealing,
blue fades ever black.
Our pit of despair,
more careless cares, so who cares,
we sell ourselves short?
Have our eyes count ten
steps in anticipation
and not considered
the ten...
April 2012
10 posts
1 tag
Sometimes love is a terrible thing for its depth, where you cannot surface from it. You drown, hold your burning breath a while longer or learn to breathe under its waters.
2 tags
The sky, pallid blue—
a mood plenty shades darker.
No rain, no sunshine.
I forgive you.
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The shock has worn off,
all left these wounds, the bother.
Caught head on in a crash,
not yet a week recovered.
Slow to emerge from this cocoon,
I steal away each day.
Into headlights, plucked of wings
a moth is all I’ll never be.
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Nothing is in vain.
No time is ever wasted.
Something comes even of nothing.
What will you take away —
ten years from today?
We were immediate,
desperate, but magnificent.
None too innocent,
the two of us.
Between now and what lay ahead
I hope you see the best again.
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Why? I ask so many times —
Why’d you have to walk away from me?
The words you left at my doorstep,
don’t convince me love doesn’t matter no more.
It’s not easy the two of us,
but what’s more impossible is my missing you.
I want to leave you alone,
somehow I crawl on broken knees.
I want to dig my fingers in my flesh
and let it bleed —
to release...
I’m trying to hold it together, but really I’m out of my fucking mind.
1 tag
Eyes I had for you,
have I now to ravens.
The meal of me they make,
they do appreciate;
my every flaw a delicacy.
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Who can say I’ve not loved
when these feelings are a tidal force
pulling and pushing me over?
If I’ve not loved,
then I could endure no such thing,
no more than what is suffered.
But love are the waters I’ve surfaced,
my limbs tire now, and this great deep
I’ve not the strength to resist.
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Who were we only yesterday,
when today, there be no change
for our appearance? Happy then.
I cannot recognize the time
due the hour, which endures evening,
moreover the horizon; blackness.
Tomorrow hangs out of sight, and
the chorus of our laughter
lost about the blight, these ears.
February 2012
3 posts
1 tag
There was purpose in careless afternoons,
I thought myself invincible, and
recognize at last, I am simply inevitable.
The desert blooms on occasion;
ever a desert no matter occasion, and
I, a mortal blossom.
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Speak more, to me,
these thoughts of yours.
I listen out,
ears, heart open,
but hear busyness of
business disturbing silence
saved for your cares only —
ordinarily.
I drown out confusion with
noise, and noise with laughter
then summon sounds
missed most certainly,
from an otherwise uncertain
memory —
your voice ever a part of me.
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I, litter; loiter, a leaf shed,
meander streams, conscious earth,
where words tickle our roots;
cane, reed and rush —
rushing waters, correct mid-course,
blues for the color, fire engine red,
vehement — our vengeance
circulates crosstown,
inside my insides, the
viscosity of looming change,
honey, more so apple cider vinegar.
Conceived and come forth
an idea into the...
January 2012
23 posts
1 tag
I surveiled, each word offer of
your linguist’s palate with
inscrutable, soul search-ed eyes,
a vigilant witness of moments
mundane and most private kept.
More than a chanced glimpse
come this way, gone that,
your ferried beauty, far traveled,
beseeched attentions of my sole audience,
whereby in you, I am captured
contented so, in cup of gravity’s hold.
Now, colloquial wonders...
4 tags
Through it, thread and need,
he needles life, together,
an even back stitch.
Life experience,
cut of rags, regalia,
pointless ambitions,
callous, expert hands piecing
yesterdays with tomorrows.
2 tags
Eyes burned red, fatigued,
breath — drawn deep, paused a second…
exhaled, gravity.
1 tag
soredemonao asked: Further, farther by the hour
to kettle guiltless prey,
until the hour was upon;
victim, tantamount to victor." Holy Smokes! You are a poet! This floored me!(
to kettle guiltless prey,
until the hour was upon;
victim, tantamount to victor." Holy Smokes! You are a poet! This floored me!(
1 tag
Cast forth, a cursed net,
crisp, contrasted limbs,
fractal digits, which
sanctioned the afternoon. Further, farther by the hour
to kettle guiltless prey,
until the hour was upon;
victim, tantamount to victor. Fearsome, the feeling it was
absorbed in darkness,
strangled by so cold a touch —
tendrils locked, dove and tail. Same as those, netted her.
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Flit and foot it, fertile nymph,
eastward, round o fire, round.
Make explicit tick and tock,
distinguish him, a gentle man.
Ignorance is but the sun
blossomed spring, in any case,
season and / or scenery.
Winged messenger, fly to her,
endear upon the windowsill.
Songs afforded faithfulness,
these hermetic heights, you sail.
Above virgin, countryside,
whereto pioneers campaign,
...
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candylandandcookies asked: thank you for taking the time to follow, whats the one thing that no matter what gets you to laugh?
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docmarek asked: I like your work!
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I am not hungry
but starved
for the delicious aroma of
good food; to
savor a fare I have not tasted,
for the first time, enjoy and
find contentment,
my last bite.
Yet … gluttonous my appetite —
I know not satisfaction,
only fuel of want;
powerful as any need, the
yearn, who I strong desire.
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It all seems a moment,
15 minutes pass, an hour —
soon, the better half of day.
I pay little mind, to the
time of life I put off,
idealism’s idles robs me poor.
In the grasp of panic
I ceasen’t act of thought, to
commence plain action.
Sincerely, a strategy
beyond wisdom’s tooth,
bankrupt of any and all tact.
Burdens so many at-a-time
settle squarely on my...
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Poetry — my expression of doubt, so personal my philosophy, for ever I question; points, lines, planes. If life lay top the bed I have made, I mean to mess it, and crawl under the sheets and inquire of her.
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What shape has water if not phial,
save for elusive to he who thirsts.
Good deeds she pledge, that night renounce,
all the morn, remorse, a page’s worth.
A desert prayer, which by answer bloom,
his and hers body writhe, crestfallen.
Mine tongue lick quite cautious, arid dust,
her serpent’s lack for care / eyes moistened.
2 tags
Past, present, future —
a ball of yarn, which cats play;
and all gets tangled.
1 tag
Sorrowful tunes
roused within him
images of bliss;
blissful songs, resent; and the
more resentful the
cacophony, his sorrow.
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Paupers, perched every plane,
the cobbled streets a dirty litter —
bird shit and feathers or
art installation.
And pigeons perched
each one, every flat surface,
these streets — a bored walk,
need more buxom curves.
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insincero asked: Recall to mind we are human; our greatest fears may be found in works of fiction, though they are rooted deep in reality.
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I am not loved, nor caused for ill humor; twixt opposites I stand, unseen, unheard.
Shades overlap, and collage dead of night, hidden the foreground, versus candid wit.
With no more means than have a grain of sand, to steer and stir wholesome, the health of earth.
Freedom of thought, so constant a refrain, my allegiance seems above all else, doubt.
Hereafter I recognize early bright, piece...
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Contradictions, an open letter,
express in the heart and raw, pour forth.
No manners at the table, two sat,
furious for silence between them.
She no more wise than he, their ignorance
the course upon which they badly dine.
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I cracked open
my future,
a fortune cookie,
to toss fate aside
(without consideration,)
for dessert.
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Winds weave, spells something horrific,
my better senses crack, creak, stir.
Stir as spoons swirl sweet, tea cups,
bones whimper, porcelain without pride.
Here barefoot pilferers care to haunt,
chambers, channels, those odd hours.
That a day’s worth of wearing work
vanish — vagaries made vaguer still.
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I stared
a starry desert
dim, caught on
to patterns dotted
her eyes, reflected
as above
folklore, which preached
beauty unto
herself, soul deep.
A note
of caution, champion
but of moments
mid chords
and quiet, vibrant
as vacuums vibrated
in infinite loops
Cancer
to Capricorn.
Constellations
competed,
jealous of full lips;
beauty deserved
her beauty more,
contagious a...
1 tag
Slave I the forge, I fail these nights to fashion much any more, words. Though feelings burn hot this furnace, hot air I produce as all.
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j-r-morgan asked: make a book now. for people like me. who would buy it the minute you offer it! read read read, i love to ingest the words you string together.
December 2011
25 posts
1 tag
I would like to forget,
to put the world on pause
for a day maybe,
that I might remember
what it is to jump puddles.
