writing live

like you, forgiveness is what I seek.
forgiveness to set out, a new life
new day, new ...

all I do is pick through the leftover
bones in the graveyard. words
sporadically spread unevenly
down the ally
seeping, weeping saplings
of what grand love
truly was.

I plant new words, sprinkled
with a healthy dose of a mind
going backwards, hoping to spread
a lil calmness into the hallways
of a broken heart, hoping

but life kicks in, sending me
over the edge again.
I honestly
try to walk away from
the one hinged gate.
only to stop, turn back to
the open graves and pray,
pray again, for forgiveness ...
 
She is a poem unfolding itself
through the night. Every kiss
and movement is another stanza
making itself known, the images
scenting the air with their sweet
perfume.
 
vampiredust said:
She is a poem unfolding itself
through the night. Every kiss
and movement is another stanza
making itself known, the images
scenting the air with their sweet
perfume.


:heart: this ...

words only a poet knows
from the heart eh ~
Very nice pen here ~
 
I'm sleeping like shit
awaking aching, not fit
to be in public, yawning

my eyes blur sights
from too long restless nights
and too early mornings

work keeps me busy
the days pass quite easy
then evening looms once again

I settle in back at home
eat my dinner alone
then wait til it's time to turn in
 
illuminate this heart

with soft words, spoken with hushed
hieroglyphics chiseled out
by the swaying palms brushing

so lightly

as sand gravels break tide
tickling comotose organs
into commuting a smile.

remembered

a brush of fingertips
forgotten, now re-remembered
so gentle
so loving, so much felt
in that one-second.
a promise given and whole heartily

accepted

with the exchange
of a small smile
to commemorate this continually confusing
contusion of time.
 

Three chums with a bellyful.


I watched them cross the road
three sheets to the wind
tacking against gusts
that burst between the hills,
heard their laughter
bouncing off grey tombstones
that line the street,
voices pelting the silence
like hailstones hammered home.
 
We walked a path, searching, parched in need
of sustenance, but blind to an answer
then our paths converged and there she stood
all that I sought she held within her

we sat and drank, sipping each other's souls
taking time we laughed and shared
what we each could offer, until we were whole
vanquishing our mundane cares

but darkness fell, and we drifted apart
to opposite ends of the earth
untiil soon the joy we'd found ran out
and we forgot each other's worth

now we sit apart with only a taste
of the feast we consumed on our tongues
to help us survive what we yet have to face
and the melodies that our hearts once sung
 
Off Sonnet

I feign neither cleverness nor mystery
but fain would have her for my mistress. She
is, granted, woman—whose Pininfarina lines
are in person even sleeker than Ferrari's best designs.

That is to say, she's smoking hot. A wonder
of felicitatious female form. No blunder
is it to cultivate her charm. Alone, her chassis
is a marvel, long and elegant and classy

and built, if I don't miss my guess, for speed.
Iesus Christos! she is fine. I need
to take her to her limit, where I may find
divinity, redemption, or a state of mind

even yet more psychedelic, as I, mere worm,
bypass boring Yorick and burrow somewhere warm.
 
ShyErraticTable said:
I feign neither cleverness nor mystery
but fain would have her for my mistress. She
is, granted, woman—whose Pininfarina lines
are in person even sleeker than Ferrari's best designs.

That is to say, she's smoking hot. A wonder
of felicitatious female form. No blunder
is it to cultivate her charm. Alone, her chassis
is a marvel, long and elegant and classy

and built, if I don't miss my guess, for speed.
Iesus Christos! she is fine. I need
to take her to her limit, where I may find
divinity, redemption, or a state of mind

even yet more psychedelic, as I, mere worm,
bypass boring Yorick and burrow somewhere warm.


..


I too, am a worm.


I slug along as if all is right.
Knowing I need to be more
responsible,
more demanding,
more
a rat, instead of this slimy lil lug
of a slugabed worm that I am.

I crawl in my hole
when darkness befalls.
Instead
of four feet, standing proud.
I slouch deep, yield to the passing day.
Mulching my muck up
to muscle in, regurgitate and vomit.
Varmit that I am.

Give me some cheese. Watch me
scurry. Beware my teeth, sharp fangs.
Slicing, dicing
as I scamper up pant legs
feel tha burn, sinking bone deep.

Watch
as blood pours, puddling
patches. I hit-man
she-rodent am here.
Feel, my pain.


..
 
to drink ...

I have found in my vast
vast
experience, that orange kool-aid
is the best chaser around.
Tequila with lemon, has a nice
twist
but give me orange sweetness
to follow my chase.
Then burp up the seed
no spit or worm.
Just tangy aftertaste
with a cool cherisher grin ...
 
you
my addiction.

I awake in the night, hand hovering
covering in the sheets silken maze
I reach, thin air catches
casting images into dreams
demeaning this angel to call out
in pains pleasure.. I know,
can feel you there,
somewhere.
But not right next to me
where life passes, preserving
pickled memories with amazing accuracy.
Your smell I inherited
still lingers down deep
deploring definite daydreams to cease
and detain, just one more moment
one more second
of you
my addiction ...
 
this is me, good for inspiration
prompting words which describe
sensations once immediate
now an intimate afterthought
only brought to the fore
when overwrought with loneliness
and a sense of hopelessness

is there more to me
than just words, some substance
other than for abuse, of some use
than merely recall, to catch you
as you fall, will I be there,
will me hands extend, palms open
ready to receive all that you bring and give?
 
one gives when one is able
I ask you to be patient
the time shall come when the circle
comes full and true.

till then
your hands can be made busy
watching and writing, of time
well spent. times to come
time baby,
it's all about the timing ...



I wish to give it all
my heart you hold.
My time, is spent trying to forage a pathway
through pillowing plants who wish to constrict.
Causalities
you and I
of a war taken on hearts landing.
To escape with happiness
together, as one.
A dream
maybe, but
to give you my all
I will
I shall
I can do nothing but
for you
you
you
have my heart and my dreams
lie
within your hands ...

..
 
Sonnet on

I look at daffodils and then at you.
You always win. I don't want daffodils
in bed with me. I, though, want to will
you to my bed. You're so acute.

Never shall I in future care
about my weaknesses. I still
am happy with you even 'til
this final part, played en plein air

where you lie layered like a cake,
and I lie prostrate to the will
of you or it or something ill
disposed to me while you remain a rake,

somewhat unmagickal. Unfazed and lone.
you plot always of capture, not atone.
 
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I've been

in a fishbowl
swimming circles
around decisions
made, decided
for me.
 
broken heart

feel nothing
as word by word
drops and spreads
tears, making rivers
where once, eyes
worshipped
 
it's raining

it's raining, finally falling
water, water
everywhere
front yard flooded and
KorN sounds good
in the car
 
You have Ayn Rand on your side
I have Anais Nin on mine
somehow we both forgot Milan Kundera
as the heaviness of our words pull lip corners down
heaviness of disease
fidelity catching falling stars
on the way down
down


once is nonce


did she give you permission
some kind of intellectualized reason
to snap into non-existence
no longer fallen into the suit
of your pursuit into happiness
pleasure

you tell me about the car accident
and I wonder if your life too tripped through an accelerated slideshow

if you could reduce me into a moment
a single screen capture what would it be
you answered with silence


and then more silence

leaving me to invent my own answers
Me and Anais and our colored notebooks
reporting and revising your fingertip
down my ribs asking
when when are you going to open up to me
these laces pulled tight tight shallow breath
you in the white towel
our scents erased
your face pulled down, forgetting that smile
as you tucked in the remnants of time
wondering how it had moved so fast
already you were back there without me


and she tells me
no, no this is not your Henry
wanting to fold back into the days of dominated thoughts
of opening first morning eyes to our letters

and I do not suppose
it would be within your philosophy
to say goodbye
that straight and narrow path you walk
up the ridges already gone
kick a sharp rock
break my circle
give me my laces back
 
ramble-in the dark

she's packing again
her cool girl, school girl clothes
I dread the drive back
but I try, I really try
not to show it, but it's too much
to hide, reminding myself
when I see her door closed
she is home, she is home
and i can knock or not
sneak in, take a peek in
while she's sleeping
or grab a quick kiss on my way to bed

but I admit I wont miss
the temper fits, over clothes that dont fit
mi no vaya por la leche,
I dared to tell her,
drink water, Darling child,
I love you
but we need to set some rules...

dammit girl, I already miss you
my soul screams,
dont you dare leave me again
but please try to forgive me
and it's always again, and again
cause baby girl, you'll always be
 
learning to welcome the darkness

I called home today-
Granny's been gone a year now

has it actually been so long?
it feels like more than a year
and less than a lifetime
since I touched my grandmothers still
perfect skin, and my uncle
Boyce, I have missed him

he told me that he prays for me
I thanked him, assured him that I need it
and quietly remember the times
when it was the other way around
now he seems so strong, so sound

what is the reason, and why?
I want to know ,
how does the death of a mother
make you strong?
sounds impossible, but it does
and it has, and yet we both miss ours
I miss his and mine
and yet it is all fine,
this mortal time we have may be
llimited, but it grows grander
as our children grow tall and wise

I am not afraid of shadows anymore
in fact, I look for ancestors in every blink
of light that sears the darkness
and that is why I welcome it now
it brings me closer,
then takes me closer to home

for estelle , we miss you
 
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she reads brainteasers
trying to stump mom
with her wisdom and advice.

moving next to math, slowly
she explains how the answers
just come to her.

next, boys fill her head. reciting
every male in her homeroom,
with physical attributes
and intelligence ratings.

we girl talk and laugh.
snicker about the boy who dances
like john travolta, his finger
pointing to every girl attending
the party.

then, late at night
she creeps in, steals my covers
and snores way too loud.
I often remember
her five lil baby fingers,
curling around ... my one.


:rose:
 
Smoked out

I watched you squint
when smoke curled
from your cigarette up
past your green eyes,

watched the wrinkles
around your mouth deepen
as you drew the tar
into your lungs,

watched your face disappear
in the haze and dreamed
a hologram of you
in your younger days.
 
this cold weather

sends me into sheets, so soft
and pillows fluffy with down.
snuggling toes slide back
and forth to capture
the heat, that hides
inside. dead,
from a dry drought
brought on by non-exposure
to the sunny side of man.

may, I borrow yours
for a fleeting moment or two?
To expand my horizon
and bare witness
to these desiccated beaches
that maintain
a no trespassing sign.



;)
 
they must have them hid.

the magic beans that heightens
ten lil toes and soft fluffy hair.
their keen eyes, pretend innocence
but a mother knows, she just
knows.

:rose:
 
there's a flow that won't be stemmed
a dam that will crack
and flood a valley
wiping houses
with their two-window-door-and-porch smiles.
i'll write about it
watching the water
crash through barriers
smash down obstacles
smear itself across the dirt
and when i turn the page
more words will spew across the space
and i'll share them with others
shed them - tears filling an ocean.
 
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