His crucifixion poemHis crucifixion poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He was beaten and stoned
He carried his own cross
2.5 long miles
bone exposed from the beatings
they put a crown on His head
"King of Jews!" they spat
as they slapped Him
nine inch nails were pounded
through his hands and feet
cross turned up straight
nails supporting His weight
He has to raise Himself to exhale
shooting immense pain through His body
"Forgive them." He begged His Father
with breath that caused Him pain
He begged as they whipped Him
He begged as they stabbed Him
He begged as they continued to stone Him
He begged as blood poured from Him
He begged for the people they cursed Him
He begged with undying love
He said at the end of the line
they raised vinegar to Him and He drank
"This is the end." He said with His last breath
and His spirit returned back to heaven
as time goes on...as time goes on...4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
as much time drags on
things like memories will fade
but my faith will stay
Our Weight and RopesYour life, little flowerOur Weight and Ropes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a snake
from a can
lungs not ready
you hit the air
it hit you
months too early
this life on earth
and its lightning
hit and burnt
nothing about you
was anywhere near
and ever so luckily
your wings were
slow to form too
as it was all
we could do
were barely enough
to keep you
from floating away
pulled back inside
and years later
we're the ones
In a FrameIn a Frame6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dancer in a frame is still the dancer -
the dancer with eyes closed becomes transparent,
as all she feels and knows goes in and out of balance.
The dancer in a frame is not still.
The dancer in a frame is still the dancer -
should she request you do anything at all
within your power, answer that you will.
Until she lift her eyes to you, be still.
The RunawayThe Runaway2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How long have I been moving in this circle? A while.
You must admit I go round it with style.
How often do I find again the place where I began? It depends.
I change my pace, go fast or slow. The circle never ends.
Although each time I return I am not sure,
not certain, that it is the same place at all.
Then is it truly a circle, in which I go? Yes. No.
EntropyBegging it to have it's way with me,Entropy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
teasing it, taunting it, tempting it,
It's going to have me anyway,
why not have it be on my terms?
I want to be reduced to my absolute value,
find out what lies beneath my layers of bullshit,
reduce me back to chaos,
and see what's birthed from the ashes.
insomnia to keep you closefalling asleep with the windowsinsomnia to keep you close2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
open, with morning curling
around you like a drop of blue
ink in a glass of water,
turquoise and unwritten;
remembering when early dawn
was a secret you kept
in a soft, aortic pocket—
your dead lighter spinning
to the floor of Lake Ontario,
a halo of its bygone, synergetic flame.
Early WinterDeath drives a green Packard. Depression era, with modern bumper stickers and parking tickets which, if you look closely, were written out by Hammurabi. I met him once, he’d pulled up outside my house and hopped out for a smoke break on the street. He looked like he didn’t have anything to do when, far as I know, somebody dies once every few seconds, somewhere. I went outside and asked him who he was after.Early Winter10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You. But not for a while. Y’know Arnold Rothstein got shot just three blocks from here?"
"I thought he was killed in New York. Definitely in America."
"Who you gonna believe?"
Death flicked his smoke to the asphalt and crushed it with a casual twist of his purple dress shoe. Then he drove off, leaving me feeling a little melancholy and a little drained. Never could get the hang of snow in October.
White NoiseTake away the corpse;White Noise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
leave the flies.
Give me the ocean,
give me the wind
and the cricketsong that mutes
the music of the spheres
leave the Victrola on,
the white noise nightsound
that keeps the silence of my dreams
I cannot wait any longer in this
humid, saltwater darkness
for the moths to kiss my cheeks
with fake phantom eyelashes,
and I simply will not go on
until you give me mosquitoes
and the ecstasy of itching.
I choose the painful ringing
and the dripdripdrip
and the bees nesting in my ears that
drive me down the road to that white house
over staying here, deaf,
and if you will not give me the motion
that I am so calmly and politely asking for
I will just have to
EntropyFading away, into the light of dayEntropy3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Morning is cold, lonely and gray
Can never let go, of this memory's glow
Happiness lost, sends me deeper into sorrow
Watching Weeds Growthe body stowedWatching Weeds Grow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the foldaway bed
around cool burnt
in cellar air
not dark or light
watching weeds grow
escape is passed
in painful streams
SithVamp Reviews: Rock and RuleSithVamp Reviews: Rock and Rule1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Welcome to another episode of SithVamp Reviews! You know what are three of the things that I love? Cartoons, the 1980s and Rock and Roll! And what movie do you get when you put these things together? Yep, that's right: an animated sci-fi rock opera simply known as: ROCK AND RULE!!!
Rock and Rule came out in 1983. It was made in Canada, by Nelvana Studios. The movie is set in a post-apocalyptic future, after World War III. All of mankind has become extinct and Earth is now populated entirely by anthropomorphic animals. The movie’s main story is that an aging rock star named Mok Swagger is looking for a voice to summon a demon, and with the help of said demon, Mok could take over the world.
The movie opens in a little town called Ohmtown, where Mok (whose face is kept in shadows) is discussing his plans with his computer in his car that is heading for a rock club. In this rock club, the club’s owner is holding auditions for a band that could perform regularly in his club. Her
Coyote's FirefliesA pregnant moon lounges, smiling,Coyote's Fireflies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in an ink-dark sky.
Coyote watches fireflies
dance across the breeze,
listening as they complain.
"Moon Mother's so pretty;
I want her to see me!"
so I can see you!"
But firefly light is unstable
and little bugs get swept away
with the smallest move.
With strained eyes
and a tired heart,
Coyote tries for weeks
to keep the fireflies
"Look at Moon Mother,
little flame friends!
Night after night,
she is constant;
why can't you be?"
Coyote heaves a sigh
and little fireflies,
burning and blinking and caught on his breath,
trail up, up, up...
"Little bugs, little bugs,
I can't see you at all!"
Coyote cries, squinting at the sky,
but the moon,
glowing at full term,
is too bright to see around.
"Moon Mother, Moon Mother,
you are too bright!
Why don't you go home,
get off your feet for one night?
Let my firefly friends
take over your light!"
But Moon Mother doesn't reply.
San FranciscoGood lord, how long I've slept this time!San Francisco10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And from what undiluted dream
full of free space and meadows,
brickless and feral,
lost in terrible infant whims,
streaking from trees to the hazel in the dusk,
have I come creaking to this ancient face?
If I ever find le sens de la vie
writhing underleaf in a crooked line of ants
or rippling in a koan made of cigarettes butts
then I’ll go back to San Francisco
and look her beggars in their pupils
and talk to her gypsy witch doctors,
listen to uningestible trumpet masters,
commiserate with the legless street congress,
revisit the subterranean shrine to urine
that sifts through the walkers at 2nd and Market,
and make love to some lost pearl of the Orient.
I’ll interrupt her philosopher queens as they serenade their oracles,
crawl in wretched street machines, carousel coins in rusty slots
that screech down to the wharf of the seal paparazzi
communing with dead architects of gleaming concrete miracles
The Breaths Between Usi'm minutes awayThe Breaths Between Us11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the collision site
the breaths between us
and the lost time
clock guts, sprung
our hallway uncoils
his walnut lean
i'm seconds away
from the before
of our near-miss
the beads of air
and the imperfections of
in a rumored heart
a stuttering mass
this broken belled
has lost hold
of the lives we live
its skullsong rings
the same vibration
Mirror,MirrorMirror, MirrorMirror,Mirror2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Showing me my fears
Im not how i appear
Is this the true me?
This cannot be.