Negative ParticlesHeaven upside down
How cool bliss flakes
shiver into rotting coal
wrapped, intertwined in a coil,
withered a storm and flicker,
land and become tar and feathered
to know that every story
shines, flows, and rusts
to trust this injustice
is to appreciate the lair
the only direction to which anything
can at all--> fall
Cold Detroit in OctoberCold Detroit in October13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cracked Freeway Detroit how it ached my head,
Surrounded by Commercials and cold morning air,
There was no real choice unless you super sized it.
37 Year woman behind the counter soul on her sleeve,
None of mowtown's money stayed in Detroit,
Only the sad inspiration still chills the air,
Three dollars and fifty two cents change no heart
Left to smile all the energy lifting the dimes and pennies.
Hospital as we pass the old brick houses designed for
Ford Motor Corporation employees; street construction,
Loud bass pumpin' jams from a cheap cadillac,
Walked into an arabic restaurant old muslim woman white
Head band rolling flour.
Smokey's "Tears of a Clown" running down people's eyes
In line's at White Castle Burger at night or
Krispy Kreme Donuts in Dearborn...
Smokey Blue Collar Polish Softball Team at the pizzeria,
A Salad Cheese the salad a garnish with a black olive or two,
October's leaves dusty and the air reeks of oil,
Nostalgic Autumn some other American's dream not here,
WolfI saw my soul that dayWolf10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw it in a pair of amber eyes
Full of sorrow and understanding
I saw the true me that day
In the swiftness of running
On four feet instead of two
Claws and teeth ferocious
As well as kind
I found my true name
In the warm grey fur
Hard and stiff like rocks
Yet soft like velvet
I saw how wonderous the wild is
In song, and soft moss bedding
To work as a team, and to love
I found myself that day
I was lost and blind before
I found myself in the eyes
The eyes of a wolf
He showed me the path
That was hidden
The magic of living again
Not dying, if not for him
I would be dead
I shall never forget that wolf
Who saved my life
Who showed me my true self
My true name
And who to trust it with
WolvesBeauty, strength, and courageWolves11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Combined in a creature of the night.
The moon calls them and they answer,
Howling into the darkness.
At the hear of their sound,
Little kids run scared to their beds,
Hiding under the covers,
Frieghtened by legends and lore.
Terrifying creatures indeed,
But also magnificent and intriguing.
Wonderful beast of moonlight,
Beautiful, beautiful wolves.
The WolfThe Wolf12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eternal guardian of the forest
Whose pale eyes glow from the shadows
Running with the wind, fluid and sleek
Your fangs alone make the law
With the stars reflecting off your coat
Of burnished silver fire
Your ears are alert and forward
As a howl echos in the distance
Standing alone, watching through the night
As the moon travels the path of the sky
Unknown, unseen, but forever needed
Wolf...protector of the forest
Protect the weak, join the strong
Pass the birthright to your young
Wolf...guardian of the forest
May you always remain eternal
Hunting With WolvesHunting With Wolves11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I look up into the starry sky
I see a ball of light that catches my eye
It lights up the trees and the ground below
It is the same as the full moon from weeks ago
Just then a rustle in the bushes from up ahead
The sound of a creature who saw us and fled
My allies and I spring to action and give chase
We all run at an even, steady pace
Dodging and darting throughout the trees
We hear the rustles carried through the breeze
Our pray that we are chasing trips up ahead
Within seconds we are upon it and its dead
I take another look up at the full moon
and I let out a howl through the night of June
I speak to the other wolves in the pack
We are wolves so you deer better watch your back
Telegraph Avenue BerkeleyTelegraph Avenue Berkeley13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Awning on Telegraph Avenue,
The Raleigh Bar and Grill,
Rustic wooden benches,
Pitchers of beer and Business Math,
Hot May 2003 the minds of tomorrow
Walking about eyes finally open amid
The tie-dye t-shirt sales, Psychic Readings
And painted vinyls of yesterday's music
Recycled and painted on as the new frame
Of black circular artistic expression.
Vietnamese Pho, Ethiopian Cuisine,
Thai Noodle, or Blondie's Pizza,
Smart drinks, cafes,
Church groups sitting on lawns,
Next to the twelve hour traffic
Jams and cell phoned yuppies
And half naked transients who
Happily forgot that years disappear
Yet continue to thrive without a
Penny in their hands.
This tolerance preached as disturbing on news waves
Is but a kaleidoscopic wet dream in the flesh.
MLK's speech came true here,
In this twenty squared blocked
Radius of hope,
The real United Nations of a future which
Will always be a mirage in the Television informed
Jurisdictions serving its only purpose of Selling
DragonsDragons.Dragons10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some say they never were,
And were birthed from imagination.
The same say that fantasy
Is the realm of children and the insane.
To believe in the magical,
And the fantastic
Is to be as a child or a madman.
I am neither and I believe in dragons.
The majestic Lords of skie
Born of fire.
In an averie of flames
The eggs lie
Warmed by mothers breath.
Emerging weak and hungry,
Unfurl for the first time.
For mothers attention.
Noble, proud and powerful
Lords of the skie
Reach the very stars with
A thermal sigh
And one thunderous wingbeat.
Upon the winds they soar
Breaking free from earths hold.
Higher, faster, beyond the limits.
All nations praise them
And they do not exist?
Fools, they are about you!
Dragon, Wyvern, firedrake
Black, white, blue, red
The old bronze
The nobel silver
The regal gold
The death dragon
The luck dragon
Dragons! Live breath fire and flame
Mighty in body, glory in na
Bradley NowellBradley Nowell12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What He Got
1996, at the end of the train line
N Judah on 46th Avenue by
the Java Café, a man died
"Killing himself with his own mind"
Petaluma performance followed
by a heroine overdose by the
salty surf, laundro-mat and 7-11
40 oz to freedom he was found
"early in the morning" in the Sunset
dead at least in terms of Doctor official
speak spoken from these crazy machines
that measure reflexes and breaths and heart
beats but not the beat of his music which
continues to play on and on and on and on..
…To hell with reality to hell with prognosis
his music--noise-- tells you (them)…
in an overcast San Francisco morning brain
freeze amid the company of low life skate
boarding thugs half awake human seals
and psychedelia boards. His memory etched
in a sunset void his attention deficit exploded
music into one big Long Beach tsunami of
love joy, bleeding hearts and scarred shattered
reasons that will never be solved like a rasta
reggae-ska-punk puzzle, pieces made of a
The WolvesTheir enchanting voicesThe Wolves10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cry to the crystal moon
As light of silver
Descends with grace
The pale river sparkles
It shivers uncontrollably
Chilled by their cries
Time is frozen
The moment slowly fades
The wolves prowl restlessly
Calling to each other
A song of wonder
Fills the air
None have heard it before
Though it is as ancient as the moon
INSIGHTINSIGHT12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"See Naples and die"
If you had seen
what I had seen
in just two moments
in just two eyes
you could happily die
a thousand times.
Elemental WolfI am the stellar wolf.Elemental Wolf9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With eyes of amber,
Which hold fallen stars,
And that reflect the moon's glow.
I am the Inferno wolf.
With my fiery heart,
That burns for a mate.
And the passion to run free.
I am the Aquatic wolf.
With my liquid movements,
That help calm my pack,
In times of confusion and pain.
I am the Wooded wolf.
With my pine needle fur,
That stands on end in fury,
When danger threatens my pack.
I am the Aero wolf.
With my bone chilling growls,
And my light hearted howls,
That reach even the heavens in the sky.
I am the Earthen wolf.
With my sand paper paws,
That help me grip,
And rip into the earth when I run.
I am the Elemental wolf.
Though I may seem strange,
With all my forms,
I am actually one.
With one heart,
I am the wolf.
WolvesRunning through the snow,Wolves8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
picking up speed.
Leaving trails of prints behind,
as the wolves take the lead.
Nothing but a blur, as they pass.
White as the snow.
Panting as they run,
Showing no signs of slow.
The wolves move swiftly around,
Dodging every tree, every rock.
But so silently as they do it,
There is nothing here to mock.
They climb a hill, to the very edge.
In the distance hoots a snow owl.
The wolves gather round,
and great the moon with a howl.
Art of the Onward MarchArt of the Onward March12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And here you are, perched on the eaves
of your fathers' understanding,
ripening in folly as the chorus swells.
Like an heir to Babylon you meditate
on the melting of peoples
sloughed into your flaming voice and hands.
This is your manifesto, artist of broken
lampposts and husks of homes, streets
where metal whines like
mangled mongrel dogs still limping
roads emptied behind the
crackling gravel of your many, many brushes.
Your calligraphy is stroked in slanted reds
and browns, ink leaning from the force of your
latest, brightest work.
The WolfLook deep inside the eyes of the wolf:The Wolf11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You will see the stars and the heavens,
the hunt and the kill,
the beginning and the end,
the past and the future,
the captive and the wild,
your soul and your fate.
A Wolf's LullabyA Wolf's Lullaby10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking through my opened window
Unable to sleep at all
I hear a wolf's cry
Full of sadness and pain
At the sound of it I start to cry
Running into the forest with only my pjs
I follow the trails of wolves
Looking for wounded soul that cried
Finding the wounded animal
Knowing it's about to die
I get on my knees and craddle it's head
Singing a wolf's lullaby
Several years later unable to sleep again
I hear the sound of wolves crying
Full of happiness and rejoice
I fall asleep at the sound of a wolf's lullaby
Cliff NotesCliff Notes12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cricket leg serenades
To this Asbach taste that veneers late Tuesday -
Companions to a cork parade
Of characters strolling through the vines;
Residential escape in charmed, young prime
Staving off charge of rolling night.
Fetch your pink,
From recessed cupboards, bottled up
To pour on ice.
Lay the tumbler to the coaster;
Watch condensation droplets
Pool into a question
The modern art above your bed
Grasping for tradition, well-kept
And bred in sound conditions;
A sieve that bled until she cried
From underneath those lines,
And you found heaven
Through that answer in her eyes
Shattering shock of matter melting,
Diluting tonight's pride and worth
As the minutes go by;
Leave rocks behind
To remind of true meaning -
Everything at home is everything that's right.
The WolvesBehind my house is a forest.The Wolves10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A deep, dark, threatining, inviting forest.
It beckons me to wander into it's boundries,
and take shelter under it's trees.
At night I sit on my chair and look up at the stars,
and stare, wondering if my unknown relatives are looking at the same sky.
I hear the sounds of the forest, and listen to the most beautiful music of all;
The first time I saw one I was a bit terrified.
She was all white, with one single black ear, and eyes as golden as the sun.
"Come" she said. "Come into my forest, wandering, wondering child."
She needn't have said anything. Her eyes spoke her thoughts, and her mouth barely even moved.
So I followed,
I followed the magnificent creature into the forest.
This was when I wished that I could speak wolves, because their howls, while they peirced the silence, they were as beautiful as a flute playing a sweet melody, or a guitar, with someone's skillful hands playing a song of thanksgiving.
I named her Cindy, after my mother, t
Derivative Depositsthey will derive consistencyDerivative Deposits12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the motion of lax drizzles,
engaging moments with precision,
each peace a steam travel
on a stolid amble amid lit trees
begging for constance,
begging for trespass,
begging for tide...
and you will be
that disconnected line
dotted, for meaning
in some transitory time,
aching for stability
and a thinner crowd.
the silence of a louder shrill
melts quicker than the pelt,
stirring smooth enough to
slick downside the stair
to where we meet in the foyer
at the end of our destination,
and breathless from the ride.
november 2ndsquatting.november 2nd12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when all the formalities have
finally been packed away
in a box marked p.c.,
when they've been stored
in the attic until some later
season when couth is again
in fashion, we'll use the proper word:
squatting. or perhaps, renting.
sure, there are those who still like
to costume their actions in words
like "dating" or even "talking,"
but it is now much too cold
for such flimsy decorative terms.
bring on the wool sweaters,
the stocking caps, the sweatpants:
the truth is an extra-large sweater
that you think you'll never grow into.
it takes courage to try it on, because
you do look foolish at first, with its arms
extending far beyond yours, and its neck
orbiting yours at a very cautious distance.
but if you keep wearing it, you'll find yourself
saying things like "i miss you," and you'll
feel yourself growing, feel your shoulders
wearing the sweater on this early morning
in november, i found myself writing this:
i never thought i was doing such a
BigAnd it all came together with a crashBig11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an expanding singularity creating
Monumental foam rising in a desert sea
The monsters and the carnivores of the soon
and the twisting never
The cancers and the throbbing monads
The green megaliths and groping
The plush sentients
All at once.
Ascending mightily a broad expanse of unbounded
But all the same expelling passionately
the voidless form of before
to sum up into waves of sonic being all that
would pass for passing
all that would crash and scream and pass.
and indolent proportions
of waving wind spun across new fields
making bread, eating it
The Wolves Around UsThe Wolves Around UsThe Wolves Around Us10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am Sunwolf; I will light your way as you walk down your path.
I am Cloudwolf; I will bring you shade when you become weary.
I am Rainwolf; I will carry the water for all the thirsty people.
I am Windwolf; I love to play with you as I run across the lands.
I am Riverwolf; Can you see me as I swim with the fishes and otters?
I am Forestwolf; I will run ahead to make sure the way is safe for you.
I am Lightningwolf; Admire my grace as I run to the sky and back.
I am Thunderwolf; Don't be afraid as you hear my mighty roar.
I am Mountainwolf; Be careful as you move through the rocky terrain.
I am Desertwolf; Keep moving so that the heat does not overwhelm you.
I am Skywolf; Relax as my fur will change color for you to enjoy.
I am Moonwolf; I will watch over you as my silver fur shines brightly.
I am Nightwolf; I will stay with you under a blanket of many stars.
I am Dreamwolf; I will keep you company as you sleep peacefully.
I am the wolf inside of you and I will alwa
Wolf's RainWolf's Rain11 years ago in Open More Like This
Snowflakes fall, blood is in the air,
Covering white figure of pride,
Lying forceless on the ground,
Having no strength to fight with the snow,
Nor even with reality,
Which drifts down from the empty sky,
Where the moon cannot be seen,
Where birds cannot be heard,
At which wolves can only howl.
Kidnapped Eevee! What do you do!?You were walking through the woods minding your own business until you heard some muffled cries. You were curious about the sound and followed it. You came to an abandoned warehouse and went in and saw two figure’s. One of them was a male Gurdurr and the other was a female Eevee tied up.Kidnapped Eevee! What do you do!?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You went to hide behind some crates and listened closely to what the Gurdurr said. He said something about getting excited to sell her as a sex slave, but the Eevee didn’t like the idea and cried inside of the ball-gag.
He went out of the warehouse and was there for some long minutes. You felt sad for her and you…
A: Untie the Eevee and let her free.
B: Take her as a slave.
C: Take her as a pet.
D: Submit to the Gurdurr.
E: Teach the Gurdurr a lesson.
F: Leave like nothing happened.
G: Anything else you want.