The Worm and the Epiphany"The Worm and the Epiphany"
Alas, the worm was blind. Making its way through fertile earth, never meeting a soul, not even its own. Not knowing kith or kin, it didn't seem to bother him as, day by day, he burrowed his tedious way through mulch and mire; heeding not the dark or the cold. Not needing to ask the question that never would tire because it never grew old. He was not simply "you" -- he was "it" who did not exist.
So on and on, as often goes with a worm, it continued the clandestine tryst to turn the soil. It was what he had learned, or was born having known. Was he born -- and born to toil? -- flashed a thought in the dark. Had he not? He never thought to ask it before.
Then suddenly, the worm broke through the crust of ground! It squinted hard into a blinding light, and basked in the shade of a sunflower whose head bowed low with curiosity, and promptly doused the worm with a s
Lady ShayShe sits by the river, awaiting her love,Lady Shay4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
off in the distance, she hears a sound...
Thinking it is he, She walks toward it,
before her eyes appears, the stallion.
She walks slowly toward him, hand outstretched,
he balks...backs into the tree lined bank as if to run.
She drops her hand, and sits upon the bank,
awed by his sheer beauty.
She gazes into the water and sees her reflection
A moment passes and the stallions graceful
head appears next to hers.
She feels a slight knuzzle on her arm, she raises her
head and looks deep into his blue eyes.
He places his head into her palm
With just one look the Lady Shay had
captured the stallions heart.
With just one touch she captured his soul.
She rises to stand next to him gently
rubbing his neck, and they walk side by
side back down the river.
If Only All Love Was This Simple & Pure
We never got to danceWe were both young when we first met,We never got to dance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so many things happend to us,
time passed by much too quickly.
We could finish each others thoughts,
get lost for hours in just one kiss.
Feel safe in each other's arms,
Finally finding inner peace.
We fell in love
almost from the start.
We didn't know then,
that it would all too soon fall apart.
Destroyed by lies
The darkness decended,
and took away our ease.
So wrapped up in the madness
the anger and the pain,
we never got the chance
We missed out on all the teenage angst.
The fighting was much too easy,
noone allowed us the chance to
sit and talk and make up.
We missed out on all the dances.
Years I spent, dancing with boys,
trying hard to find the right fit.
Never finding the arms that were
meant to hold me close forever.
We missed out on the fun dates
the silly dates
the romantic dates
the seriously bad dates.
We have no photos of us
smiling happily into the lens
marking our history together,
We have no
This momentSeptember 11, 2001This moment4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life as we know it has changed.
No longer are we a society of quiet souls.
We have been violated.
We must fight back.
How to regain our control?
Some say fight, some say faith.
Others say nothing.
Tears, bitterness, shock and anger litter our minds
And take over our souls.
All I can think about is this moment.
At this moment:
Several people are crying, hoping their family and friends will be found.
Many are mourning the losses they cannot begin to explain.
A mother is bittersweet with the birth of her new child and the loss of her husband.
Hero's are being lauded for taking down a terrorist plot.
Men, women and search dogs look with hope in their hearts for survivors.
Americans are lighting candles and saying prayers for lost souls.
America, as a nation, has become stronger.
At this moment, I sit here with tears in my eyes
and a sadness in my heart wondering when will
we feel safe again? When will this all end?
At this moment, I am thankful for what I h
CitadelEven at a young age, ICitadel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember when it came to me
after my mother had tucked me in
how deliciously safe it felt
until the evening when I knew
that all too soon this would end...
that I could no longer
take for granted
something loving and normal
as being tucked into bed
and sleeping so soundly
that I couldn't imagine
those who didn't have
food and a roof.
startled me into silence,
shocking my very dreams
never to be so innocent again-
before the huntsman found
the last wolf,
before the fall of the citadel.
Now every cloud of pollen
exploded with moths escaping-
my life a trembling bead,
a raindrop sliding down the
spittle of a spider's web.
Life would never go back,
always in constant flight,
running as if stung by bees
protecting the hive-
the sun- its relentlessly
blinding white shift
overwhelming the cool, lost
siege of twilight...
a brightly striped lizard
scrambling for shelter after
having had its tail pulled off...
how many ta
Moment Of TruthMoment Of Truth4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Here I sit upon my cloud in Heaven
Kicking the dancing air around my bare feet
My wings behind me flutter lightly
As a cool wind passes
Bitter whispers scatter around
Spreading like wildfire in the kingdom
Their eyes burn as they stare
At the sinner before them
They know the truth
They have banished me
Thrown me from the paradise
I once was a part of
Rattling the golden gates viciously
Holding on to what I have left
They burn my fingertips
Only those who are pure can touch
The veils that shroud God
Opens beneath me
I descend, falling and falling
I do not call out
But continue my journey to Earth
My flight is over
As my body strikes the gravel
My Angel wings shatter
My body sears with pain
I... have become.... human
Clouds that use to grasp glimmers of eclipse and stars
Now usher storms and lightning
Am I a imperfection to their perfection?
A disgrace to their graceful ways?
No longer worthy to walk in Heaven
Dim lit figures crowd around me
Glaring down overwhelming me
Lost: One InnocenceWhat happened to the little girlLost: One Innocence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who danced through the sun and carved
Her initials into the tree?
When did those letters become lines of hate
Carved in misery into her skin?
When did the goal become simply to survive?
When before it was to stop biting her nails?
When did the crayon clutched in her hand
Become a bloody razor blade?
The voice that sang sweet nursery rhymes
Now has to speak of feelings darker
Than anyone should feel.
When did it all change?
No point trying to claw back the innocence,
It is lost forever now.
wakelow-slung mistswake4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
through which pass
ill-fated century ships,
their silks and masts
of silent bellows-
a strike, a note
dull foghorn bloat
from the sea's memory
undone - a lone tugboat
melee of gulls
skim the waves
their cleaved breasts
tinted pink from
night's crescent phase
a trail of blood
torn from barnacles
in the wake of
an unsalvageable flood
MatrixIt is not how I thought of youMatrix3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the moment of your admission
which one might see as terrible
in the darkness you confide,
but as moonless in its secrecy
where my perfume cannot reach-
tumbling over black cataracts,
blood-flecked and rabid; guided,
albeit momentarily seduced,
to be lead behind
eroding bulwarks of atrocity,
climaxing into this matrix dome,
the head of a spear through a noose-
but am I not merely a bandit;
bereaved by calamity at the
pinnacle of my desire gone awry?
Or in reality, a sinister paradox
unwelcome, borne of my
own darkness, that begs you stay.
Hold The LineLove is the fire that runs deep into my soulHold The Line3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stupidity and ignorance overwhelms me
Falling deeper for you, I can't help it
Trapped in your mystifying eyes
Holding my gaze
As love's flames continues to burn through me
I know the pain will be unbearable
Nothing can extinguish my passion
Then comes the day I have been dreading
Your bitter sweet smile locked into my mind
Walking away from what we could have been
Your final words twisting the knife
Piercing my breaking heart
I hate this love, its changing me,
I am not myself, I can't think straight
It's so indescribable
My Dirty Little SecretPulling the knife out of his pocketMy Dirty Little Secret4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And closer to his face
He admires his reflection
As the light glimmers off of the blade
Tugging eagerly at his scruffy shirt
To reveal healing cuts crawling up his arm
He had done this before
With no hesitation
He pierces his flesh with the tip of the blade
Warm liquid blood escapes his fresh wound
Hissing briefly at the pain as he deepens the blade
A change of emotion runs through him
As he throws his head back moaning into the pain
Waiting to be taken into his fantasy slumber
Slowly losing consciousness, under the light of moon
Children at the GateIn revenge, we have set fireChildren at the Gate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to our mother's womb
where all life emerged,
where the shadows of
countless pillars of smoke
fill the skies of oceans
from coffers burst open
pouring forth stains of
prehistory risen from the dead
by the reckless children
let loose upon the shores
of glacier salt licks
to haze the land with deserts
that choke her arteries;
the relentless march to the sea
where there is no welcome-
to ravage the spices of her
jeweled neck and arms, to
lay barren her thousand bosoms,
to defile our first and only home
that lays at our feet waiting
as our yearning gaze points us
to the starry firmament
until at last we might implore
O Earth Mother, forgive us
before you cast us out of Eden!
and of course, she does
with her blessings, in spite
our contempt for our birthright
(it belongs to us, we reason)
too short-lived and fragile
by our own hand to earn it,
so we try and take it
for we are the brazen children
who forsake her, and
play with the keys to the gate
which bars our w
The Mouse and the Pea - HaibunThe Mouse and the Pea - Haibun5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Once upon a time but not too long ago, a little white mouse in fear of her life escaped from a laboratory. Tired and bewildered, she found her way to a friendly-looking house and huddled under a stove... warm, but so lonely. Later that evening, a pea rolled off the kitchen table where the family had eaten supper. The mouse scuttled the little green orb and snuffled it with her quivery pink nose. Oh she was very hungry, but she adored the pea's company, for it had come to her! She curled up with the pea and fell fast asleep. In the morning she awoke, full of hope, and saw that the pea had withered. Staying close, she sighed and said gently, "I shall grow old with you".
flowing to the sea
a fallen blossom
Have you landed yet?four candlesHave you landed yet?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lit alongside patchwork dreams
fireproof and laced
with the finest lullabies,
some about white picket fences,
and some about ghostly women-
wheel barrowing through the town,
they call to strangers,
long since dead
but alive in song;
and still they ask why i have nightmares.
lit by honeycomb hearts
as if to say,
the show must go on.
i sit by the window and stare
unto mountain upon mountain upon mountain
varying emeralds that pattern my youth;
she says she accidentally used salt in the cake
instead of sugar,
but i saw her crying into the icing.
lit with the leftover kerosene
from burnt-out memories
daddy left the day before
and i hated him for crying
and i hate him for leaving
and yet in two months i will hate him more
for coming back;
there is no cake this year,
but we still get to play
lit solely by summer heat
i run along the beach, sand in my hair and eyes and mind
there are presents
and there is laughter,
little stirrings XII: voodoolittle stirrings XII: voodoo4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the whites of eyes
rolling too far-
voodoo of her thighs
the dark moon howling
kiteskites3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't tell what will happen,
being the eye of my own storm,
everything appears calm
though not tranquil
even the deceptive sight
of my memorial kites
taking me into the thermals
to show how I'll fare
in the rarefied air-
that much is clear
at least to you because
I don't fathom or judge,
not while the tails flutter
and chatter in the
breezes that bounce
from one cerebral hemisphere
to the other
and back again-
but then, through the eye
the sea beckons below,
and so close to the edge
to turn in my water wings
at that moment
when my hand lets go
Wise Words - FriendshipOur friends are chosen by the paths we take,Wise Words - Friendship3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As they cross one another, bonds are formed between
Friendship is built through the words we chose to share with one another and the actions that we take.
As time passes, we become closer to the ones who have befriended us
They become our saviour who will help us in our time of need
But repay the love they send to you, grow to be the friend they desire
Be a shoulder to cry on when they are discouraged; pull them out of the corruption engulfing their lives
Let them be a friend to you, but be the better one to them
Wise Words - LimitsThere is no such thing as too farWise Words - Limits3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too far is the destination set in the mind of its beholder
It is the individual's interpretation which sets the boundary
To meet this boundary; success will be achieved
But to cross it, eternal bliss shall follow.
Sick Cycle CarouselCollapsing to the rubble beneath me,Sick Cycle Carousel3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There is nowhere to flee, no one to call for.
As you edge closer to me step by step
I hold onto myself wanting this all to stop.
Every breath inhaled, ( needed to stay alive )
Brings throbbing aches and haunted memories
Inflicted ... by ... YOU
Pick up the dirt scattered on the ground bellow
Kneel beside my broken form
With your sinful wrenched smile
And throw it into my piercing eyes
No scream shall pass these lips
No tears shall run over these eyes
I shall show no weakness
As my eyes burn and vision becomes distorted
I will stand my ground and face you
Whipping the Earth from my heavy eyes
I brush the tears building aside
Not wanting to give you satisfaction of my pain
You have hurt me enough
Clenching my hands together, shaking intensely
I push off the rubble to stand before you
My body slouched because of you, but I will stand tall
You laughed amusingly at my actions and step towards me
"You cannot hurt me an- "
MisfortuneA queen left her home one dayMisfortune4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To search for a kingdom far away
Her intentions were as black as her heart
But she knew how to play her part
The dark beauty left her aged king
For her whims wanted better things
She left to capture another man
Against all odds she would stand
The dark queen fought with all her might
For what she saw in her sight
Her brave army fighting another
Setting pawns against each other
Then she saw him, tall and pale
And his queen in dress and veil
Seeing her own love be threatened
The white queen drew her weapon
She took down knights and holy men
Cutting through pawns again and again
Castles fell on the battle field
Victims of fate being sealed
The black queen faced her adversary
Both were determined but also weary
Foot to foot they drew their swords
While the kings looked on, ignored
The aged black king had come to see
If his queen would take the victory
The white queen saw her foe
Towards the dark king she'd go
The pale king moved to aide
This disastrous failed
True North"True North"True North4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
land-locked girl, her bare feet
digging gingerly into
the sorrel pony as
it leaps through buffalo grass,
shoulder-high and wind-blown,
the way it's mane and her hair flow,
singed by prairie sun-
free to be, ranging boundless
through the prairie endless
climbing, reaching for the clouds
that updraft towards stars unseen
against a brilliant sea of blue,
no bridle, no bit -
you would have none of it!
the ethereal zeal of your voice
embellishes the evening star
that i race to,
the eager wings of my pegasus
beating past illusory boundaries
to orbit your presence,
drawn in by the gravitational pull
of a guardian, an older sister.
your words are an afterglow
that brightens my vistas
and outshines the past
so i never have to look back
as i head for true north.
peasant songBaking biscuits on asphaltpeasant song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with no money for a stove,
pleasant peasantry perfumes the air,
leavens the dough
with the humble exaltation
of a poverty so eager
to share its meager offerings--
I'm lucky the weather
holds itself at bay
with breaks in the clouds
to let in the sun rays
it's the perfect time of day
for baking biscuits
on asphalt with
no money for a stove
using blacktop would hardly do-
the bottoms would
darken far too soon
exhaling smoke on the back
of a windborne train
headed north from
its most southern routes,
its ashen coals coil 'round
the blackened crust and burn
incense to every destitution
that has ever germinated
seeds of daring hope.
Epochghostly scatterings of blackbirds-Epoch4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hallucinations in their wake,
like the low-lying fog
below the clouds
just before rain comes
and plays blues in the streets,
filling the gutters
where uranium fish glow,
while in blows the sweet scent
of new grass and sage, secreted
in the alleys of abandoned chaos
that cover bygone seasons
of attempt and loss-
the baritone of wind through
the nostrils of the old tree
where I stand under its limbs
of sparse buds
(perhaps the last year)
to a chorus of knuckles cracking
from the slow heavy drips on
the hood of my Mackintosh;
a yellow jacket flying amidst
the gray morning
of an empty Sunday,
waiting in the eye of
the epoch of our spring
with its audacious need
to be born, even if by breech
to the sound of racing footsteps,
the scree of lightning,
and the clank of forceps
.p.e.a.r.l.s.received from your mouth.p.e.a.r.l.s.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the song of your blood,
slow and murderously hot
as it passes over
a string of pearls
from the shell
where my hips reside-
a chain reaction
to the purest cell
the first thought
and the last word
going dense and dark
flickering dim and then out-
no sign of life until
we rise and spark
into existence, you and I
flowing free as sea poppies-
revived by the camphor of you
splayed and rinsed clear,
the rain coming down unfurls
salty milk that drains
against the brilliance
of my string of pearls