DreamerHe's a dreamer...Dreamer8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Living in his hidden world
Living somewhere I can't reach him
He's a dreamer...
With coral oceans and painted skies
Just dancing in his magical eyes
He's a dreamer...
Screaming doesn't reach him
Reality has no hold
He's a dreamer...
Oh but what happens
When all dreaming ends?
Pressurized StreamsHey, where did my midsection go?Pressurized Streams7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A midriff-less drifts listlessly by,
Is that mine? I doubt it. Mine wasn't
Hey where did my slippers go?
I slip less on slippery floors with
my slippers on. I can't leave my
Color me explicated
two tone sonovision
Summertime in Schenectady
Play me by like a melody
strong strings strain
blood blown glass
gleams glimmers glamorously
glints gleefully while glaring
threatingly. A Threat to throttle
the throat though methinks this
idea ideally is idyllic. Erudite apocolyptic
apogees arriving on time, on course, of course.
Dont be peddlin your wares in here,
Joker, maudlin and fierce.
What more can I say to you all?
What you read is what you get.
Fairy TaleOnce upon a time they sayFairy Tale5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There lived a girl in Santun Bay
She was once a sweet girl, kind and pretty
But now poor and homeless, more's the pity.
It all started a few years ago,
this girl's piteous tale of woe.
Before she was a woman grown,
She lost all she'd ever known.
Her parents died in a house fire,
And with them gone her life grew dire.
She grew up begging on the streets
And never had enough to eat.
She learned to cheat and lie and steal,
Would do anything for one good meal.
So when she came across a man
Who offered food, she never ran.
She took his proffered arm instead,
And was led to an inn where she'd be fed.
And when the bountiful meal was done,
She was once again inclined to run.
But now he took HER by the arm,
And promised her he meant no harm,
But would she be so kind to sit
And speak with this poor old man a bit?
So she sat back down, quite nervous now
And listened as he told her how
He came to be in this small town.
Listening, she began to frown -
This man spoke of wond
Cupid Murdered MeI'mCupid Murdered Me5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Lost my since of balance.
I'm all t w i s t e d,
My world is standing upside
Curse this cursed g
Happy DelusionI remember when I was a little girl,Happy Delusion5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unaware of the cares of the big bad world.
It seems that everything that I knew back then
(now frayed and faded into 'way back when')
Was tinged with a hint of a big bright yellow -
Delighting and exciting and in no way mellow -
That with every remembrance evokes a smile
As I blink and think and recollect a while.
And with each and every recollection,
As I ponder the fond thought with pure affection,
The scene changes before me, ever so slightly,
The tint gets lighter as the sun shines brightly,
The smiles grow wider both daily and nightly,
The heroes of my childhood grow heroic and knightly,
I hold on to all those old memories tightly
For memories like these are far too fickle and flighty.
For instance - some of the men who work around here,
With their tech and their specs and electrical gear,
Seem to think that those memories that I so cherish
Are more, they're sure, than a bit embellished.
They tell me, those men in their white coats,
Audubon, Great White HeronBachman's cat would appear to be merely restingAudubon, Great White Heron4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the evening sun
if it weren't for the bill speared through its heart.
The Heron is tall as a woman, twice as cruel,
and at least as beautiful.
I brought the bird all the way from Florida
as a gift for my friend,
a pillar of living ivory
to walk among his Magnolias.
But already it's swallowed a dozen ducks,
bitten several children, and now
(the most dire offense) slain poor Francis.
It will be shot and stuffed within the week,
but beasts can't be blamed
for their wickedness.
When it flew along the banks of the Keys,
it snapped up fish with the grace of sharpened wind.
My deckhands would remove their hats
when a flock circled, dove,
and thinned out the flashing tide in an instant.
Even I once gasped at the display.
But a miracle on the marsh
is a crime in the garden.
Even though the animal will die
under trees that are strange to it,
I envy him.
Because my thin brother was hatched
possessing the virtues of a specter,
while I am left clin
Say There Is No ShadowThere are some tears best left unshed,Say There Is No Shadow7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Especially the ones I cry right now.
My eyes see only pain ahead,
And all this pain I disavow.
There is some blood best left unbled,
Especially mine, lying on the floor.
I am filled with a foreboding dread
As you open wounds I never knew were sore.
There are some words best left unsaid,
Especially the truth you stab me with.
That truth claws; my happiness it shreds
It is no lie, it is no myth.
There are some suspicions best left unfed,
Especially the ones that rise within me.
I dont want to know, and that is why I fled.
This hurts me now, why cant you see?
There are some truths best lied about instead,
Especially the one to me you now show.
Muddled are the thoughts youve planted in my head.
Just keep me innocent; say there is no shadow.
There are some people best left dead,
Especially me, the one who gives up hope.
Youve shown me how far astray I have been led,
So I tie the noose with my own rope.