Neco AvisThe birds preach:Neco Avis in Free Verse More Like This
"empathy, all things
beneath the arms of oaks;
all the wingless toilers of the earth.
Turn a kind eye on your lot
and we will gaze down upon you,
And the men beneath,
so busy carving arrows
do not reply.
One LessT i cksOne Less in Free Verse More Like This
are a consistent bed partner
not to be confused with the humming of ceiling fans
or the thrumming of cardiologist fascination
not to be mistaken for
the soft exhalation
in tangled threads or pallid flesh;
certainly they are similar
and quiet audible reactions
can drown within each other
if you listen
there is no mistaking
the clocks subtle lulling:
StonesTake your time, intravenously;Stones in Free Verse More Like This
like patient stones that never try
but polish over
as other shapes pass.
Deux par deux.Allongés.Deux par deux. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Une contre l'autre.
An astronaut in a too big world.An astronaut in a too big world. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
T'es un astronaute attaché solidement à sa station spatiale. Mais. Prêt à tout moment à couper ce gros cordon. Le cordon convoité par plusieurs. Hais par les autres. Ce cordon qui, parfois, devient ficelle.
No nameJe te tuerai avec mon fusil deux doigts.No name in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
La fumée sortant de ma bouche.
Le canon hurlant.
Dans tes yeux et ta bouche.
Nightmare.Hey..I had a nightmare yesterday, wanna hear about it? Hmm...I'll tell you eitherways.Nightmare. in Philosophical More Like This
Don't laugh, or cry! It may seem a bit childish, but I don't care.
There was a light...a very faint light, signaling for me to follow, it seemed urgent...
I didn't know where I was, it was pitch black,except for the light...I was scared.
I followed the light, as we moved it seemed to grow brighter, slowly and slowly...I could see
my surroundings! What a weird colour it was, but the setting was of a park, with trees and everything.
I kept on following the light, and soon after...I saw something, I started crying, I didn't want it to happen...
For ShivvySweet and charming, energetic and kind, fun and caring, loving and beautiful.For Shivvy in Philosophical More Like This
Her presense, that of an Angel. Her voice, a guiding light.
In everything she does she would try her best. Never giving up and hardworking.
Virtue above all else, supportive to the end. Understanding and forgiving.
Vivid and outstanding, she is exceptional in every way.
Youthful for eternity, Neither her grace or her charm will ever fade.
CherishHow long has it been, since I've first seen you? It felt like an eternity,Cherish in Philosophical More Like This
If this is how it ends, I'd have no regrets...so I said.
I'll remember all the memories we had, you and I...be it sad or happy, I don't want to forget.
In our little spot, with a bench and a swing...we'd always be there, under the Sun smiling.
Hey, do you remember all this? Why are you saying it's raining? It's a bright sunny day!
I understand how you feel.. through that look on your face, and I know you understand mine.
Is it raining? I'm starting to feel it too, under this grand tree we take shelter under.
I wonder if we'll stay like this, or will we lose each
JealousyJealousy,Jealousy in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In it's simplest form,
Raw and gnawing
On my heart,
As eyes disect
Each scene you're in,
With other girls.
Messing with my brain,
As you walk away
To someone else,
That will win
Like I once did.
Look AroundLook at those girlsLook Around in Free Verse More Like This
Walking by you
Smiling at you
Trying to get close to you.
Look at them in their shorts
With their cleavage
And remember me
Waiting for you
Thinking about you
Replaying that day
Imagining your arms
Look at those girls
And tell me if you see
A person willing to take a bullet
As willing as me...
Look at me now
And ignore all the fights
Because between the words
I've thrown around
"I love you" are the only three
I've ever meant...
Heart PouncesMy heart; it pitches a tiny blank pace,Heart Pounces in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Everyday I don't wake up to see your bright face.
Please my beloved, for if you leave home
My heart beats it out like a sad metronome.
The Sky is My Mood Ring WUI lie on the groundThe Sky is My Mood Ring WU in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Unpolished and torn
What a beautiful time
To feel so forlorn
Apollo above us
A quite blinding smile
Giving up on the Lord
It seems so futile
The heavens above us
Dotted up in the sky
I lie on the grass
An emerald glade
All the numbness I feel
Yet I sense every blade
A jab on the finger
My arm, slashed and skinned
A battalion of swords
On the sound of the wind
What a wonderful day
Just a bright atmosphere
But I feel so depressed
I lie on the earth
All the clovers I see
Are of four-leaf descent
But all bad luck to me
The dandelions dance
Let Angels Fill YouBlack blurLet Angels Fill You in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
All over pale white base
They will come
Soon they will come
A little woman
A gorgeous woman
Take her hand
Take her everything.
Let your eyes wander
(Let angels fill you)
Let the void inside
(Let angels fill you)
Let angels fill you!
Let the pain embrace you.
Sleep, faint, drop, see, hear, monologue,
my face, my head, my grave, no, WAKE UP
No more, no more, can't take it
Don't, think, burn, freeze, fever, angel,
dust, high, water, halo, sun, sun, SUN
Resist the beauty
Ignore the evil
Run from the pleasure
Run from the pain
Into the burning bosom of Th
WordsSlowly the water moves down on the outer surface of my windowWords in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm trying to think of a better way
My awareness bursts with the sound running through my brain
It's so cozy, I could stay
Trying to think of a word
Blank out your mind
Trying to make it fit in
And see how it works
And in the end
Toss the word away
And never think of it again
On my table there's an empty frame for a story not written yet
It will never go away
Colors shimmer dark in my view and it doesn't get but darker
I can't think of a better way
Fetch a word again
From the void between your ears
Force it to fit in
Don't care if it works
And yet again in the e
Kaboom - XIX - Short StoryKaboom - XIX - Short Story in Fantasy More Like This
The Queens Consort
I stand amongst the carnage that surrounds me. I am silent as I gaze at the wreckage around me, blood dripping from my wounds, from my weapons, gushing from the corpses that litter the field and town and destroyed buildings and layer the streets. It has been a slaughter.
And I loved it, every minute, hour, day. I love the yelling and shouting, the screams of the injured, the groans of the dieing, the sounds of steel clashing against steel, the quick draw of sword against sheath, the thunks of arrows finding their marks, embedded deep in the flesh of the enemy. I love the smells of smoke and
Kaboom - XII - PoetryKaboom - XII - Poetry in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as time colludes with your decision
past the point of swift revision
in the ambit of perdition
on this eventual occasion
when naught is left but dour persuasion
past the point of instigation
what will be your resolution
if my plea meets dissolution
and barren obscures this confusion
from this dire transmutation
before the callous castigation
and any further tribulation
if you heed not this premonition
then kismet in all its precision
will sanction our permanent partition
SuySuy in Philosophical More Like This
In that last twinkle of life, that indefinite wrinkle that clouds our senses turns us into saints. And, as a sinner, all I can hope for is youth.
As the hour glass turns inside out I'll stand there laughing at that stupid reflection.
Feckless, but not forlorn I can already smell it fading...
Fading into the singularity of the great nothingness I feared, it becomes silly and I become more and more fond of it.
I know what you'll mean when I can stop listening.
Just stop talking and you'll know too.
HomeWhat is home?Home in Free Verse More Like This
That is my only answer:
And all the things that involve:
the office with two computers
side by side,
the fireplace and the floor
where I sometimes curl up beside you,
the poetry books,
books on everything, anything,
the bed and the soft smell of your skin.
I need home.