Pharmacologically YoursStridor in your sleep,Pharmacologically Yours7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an irregular heart beat
-your congestive heart is failing.
Your heart has grown,
(pathological as opposed to romantic)
and I know my love you're ailing;
but I can't be your beta blocker, baby.
There's a third party problem
which I can't seem to erase.
Don't look to me for ACE inhibition...
Tachycardia, as your heart begins to race,
tears on skin of lace;
I hope you survive without the cure.
I couldn't be pharmacologically Yours.
the Road in Retrospectthe Road in Retrospect7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Driving home, just after sunset;
my eyes on the road,
but my mind in retrospect.
Jim Croce is singing on the radio;
words I've heard a thousand times
but they don't feel timeworn in the least.
It takes me back, moves me to the right,
and I can hear him make the engine roar.
It wasn't much; just an old Jeep;
with four wheel drive
and vinyl bucket seats.
Jim Croce singing on the radio,
and I crooning words I didn't know
with childish confidence.
Grinning in old sunglasses
while Dad made the engine roar.
Driving away, just after sunset;
my eyes looking in the rear view mirror.
MullingI see it when you look my way;Mulling7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
only love in your eyes.
Like flowers blooming in May
a delicate happiness fills our lives.
My heart beats faithfully;
in you Ive found redemption.
All the same, I'd give it up
for a little deception.
Give me something to write about;
wont you break my heart?
Act jealous, petty, quick to judge,
that would be a start.
I'm not one to beg,
but this I cant do without.
Won't you just walk away,
and give me something to write about.
I grow weary of romance,
it's time to start a show.
This could be the last chance
to save a failing flair.
Epics are not set in heaven,
they are rooted deep in strife.
To conquer the empty page
you must disrupt my life.
Please give me something to write about,
I beg dont take this lightly.
Frustration has possessed my thoughts;
I am haunted day and nightly.
The pen once glided in my hand,
but now the inks run out.
Scrawling only scratches
when theres nothing to write about.
Give me something to wri
ArtA glittering curtain of scarlet brocade drapes around the stool as you ease down onto it, letting the trail of your cloak fall around the stout black quadruped and hide it completely. You sigh and let your spine relax into a curved heap, shaking your fingers out of the gold-threaded sleeves that hide the white of your hands and the rings that ornate your razor-sharp knuckles. Perhaps there is a reason why all pianists let a silence endure before they play, but you arent familiar with it- you dont want to play like everyone else. You cant resist to the temptation of letting your piano speak, hear its echoing, solitary voice trickle from that large black casing that holds imprisoned an entire well of sounds and nuances that are just there, just a key away, and that very knowledge takes away your breath before you even start playing. You are shy before this great instrument, though you cant possibly let its voice remain wrapped up and gagged by those treacherous chArt7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
- the air is blue -~- the air is blue -7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
buried down in heaven
i dared to touch the [unbearable] sky...
- blue soaked heart -
trying to hold the stream
sputtering innocently through my hands
- this liquid heavy air -
so powerful, unstoppable
too beautiful to bear...
quaking earth to my trembling feet
the detached cry's blowing up all presence
you sensed this silent whisper of your cells
[it was me who coloured the endless sky
with the never ending blue of my heart...]
let's jump into the deep...