The Blind Man DancingThe Blind Man Dancing
May smooth curves of your lips be the pillow
On that my soul can rest in peace
Warmed by your breath, the only thing to lean on
When our human days run out of sun
In streets of town now emptied by cold drizzle
I saw there dancing a blind man
Who compared creator to narrator
And turned my longings into snowflakes
Sitting themselves down on shoulders of us both
Now closer to each other than ever, forever apart
Like dreams those came true long ago
Still haunting what is left of us after they left
Maybe he's right that love is born of decay
For sometimes it is nothing more
And still we keep it in our inner pockets
As "nothing more" is more than nothing; well, is it?
He said that he was frightened of my beauty
And he's the only one whose words are true
For what his orbs didn't see they cannot forget
He smiled and vanished in the wind which now I am dancing in
The First Thunder of JuneI could tell from the wayThe First Thunder of June in Free Verse More Like This
the truck barreled down the road,
how its motor revved and caught on the air,
that a storm was coming.
The dog shook,
his twelve-year hips aching with the effort
of tucking his tail between his legs
in the hope that such displays of submission
would appease the weather.
They did not.
The sky turned feral and spat on the house.
While my old-hound panted
with his panic-wide eyes,
mine filled with awe and lightning.
Ninety-nineIt probably feels like a broken sigh,Ninety-nine in Free Verse More Like This
witnessing a century of repetition and change,
becoming a testament to human tenacity,
and watching too many wars on television.
The nursing home is too sterile for you,
but as your children near sixty,
with problems of their own,
you have no place in their houses.
While everybody visits,
they never stay for long enough.
you are lonely.
Your daydreams are like old jazz records--
sometimes you confuse them with memory.
Were you really such a beauty on your suburb streets?
Did you really love that boy so completely?
Perhaps you have forgotten.
Half-Past a Different Kind of BrokenTrauma looks like my kitchen clock.Half-Past a Different Kind of Broken in Free Verse More Like This
they are dead
and the second hand stutters,
I imagine every inconsequential twitch
is a plea for the freedom
it will never see again.
When its futile heart finally gives out,
I won't try to fix the timepiece
because after all its wasted sufferings,
allowing again such a disjointed tic
would be a deeper level of cruelty.
The SubconsciousYou engineered me to conductThe Subconscious in Free Verse More Like This
the darker music in your head.
We can waltz to it if you have the heart;
we can dance right through all your haunted thoughts.
Don't you know that I was first
through the crack in Pandora's box?
a cloud-burst over your golden fields,
the colors behind your grayscale eyes.
You could call me the martyr for your creative faith,
but to earn that title I'd need to die
I have no intention
of ever losing my breath
or giving up the drumbeat
that you put in my breast
The RunawayMy muse left a noteThe Runaway in Free Verse More Like This
in the frost on my window,
"Call me when your ink runs out."
I imagined her vaulting from the sill
into the freshly falling snow
cocking her hat just so
as she stepped into the East
before it iced over.
She leaves no prints for me to follow,
no re-imagined trail for me to trod,
and I could spend years
tumbling after her shadow,
only to find her
Silence in an Empty BedAll parts of my soul are unbraided;Silence in an Empty Bed in Free Verse More Like This
I yearn for you.
In the softness of the evening,
by the stillness in the snowfall,
I hear your breathing
in an empty bed.
It's as if these fingers
twisted in my hair are yours,
though my own hand lies there,
I myself am knotted up in you,
these whispering sheets
your voice when I'm alone.
I close my eyes
to the darkness of the room,
imagining your scent on my pillow,
your lips on my shoulder,
how we would lay hip to hip.
I await the mornings
when you hiss at the cold of the floor on your feet,
eyes half open;
where we glow over breakfast
and speak in glances that drown out
the eight o'clock radio--
for we live in these moments when
our gazes turn the world the other way.
I won't live until you return.
Love is a BattlefieldI wonder if this is how a landmine feelsLove is a Battlefield in Free Verse More Like This
Is there that same metallic exhilaration?
Does the shrapnel twist into a grin,
false as the leaden skin that coats
its ticking spine?
Oh, but if only it had a backbone.
There's a countdown in your eyes
but we stare past each other
like shells in the dust.
I go off.
All my mind is a fireball,
and I see nothing but hollow wreckage.
I name it "past"
and move on,
our questions turned to casualties
in the twisting smoke.
Clockwork LossYou stopped breathingClockwork Loss in Free Verse More Like This
when the hour hand froze
and your blood quit running
when the minute hand stopped
and the death-rattle grind
of the second-hand's death
kept time with your empty eyes.
I've twice dissembled your broken watch,
bought new gears and a different face,
and even though your ash is in the earth,
I swear when it ticks
I will hear your voice again.
Alternative RealitiesI can see my alternate selvesAlternative Realities in Free Verse More Like This
closing their eyes with the pain
of understanding they had died.
In another world,
they are waking while
I myself go under.
I contemplate this
with the girl in the mirror,
guessing that she is
the result of each ignored action.
Our palms touch.
She is cold,
leaving her frosted handprint
on my side of the world.
We will never speak,
and I wonder whether
she curses my decisions
or is grateful.
Unseen are the selves
that died in infancy,
left with strangers,
drowned in oceans,
I shiver at their faces.
Every instant holds these, murdered;
The moments unfulfilled,
The choices unmade.
With every thought I have,
I kill another.
For the Man Who One Day Holds My HeartI want to be your Summer girl,For the Man Who One Day Holds My Heart in Free Verse More Like This
and August thunder.
I want to be the Autumn hearted,
colorful and always falling,
And I could be your Winter bride,
clean and innocent,
blushing on the snow,
while my spirit smelled of Spring,
smiling with the lilacs,
every kiss a crocus.
We'd be more than seasonal lovers,
but steadfast as the years and
ever-dancing with the Earth.
Charcoal NymphCharcoal NymphCharcoal Nymph in Free Verse More Like This
Last night I saw no stars
Only dreams those whipped
The canvas of my bedsheets
Eagerly like sugarcane
They say heavenly lanterns
Upon sinners do not shine
But don't my lips pray fervently
To your lips every night?
There's a thin line between
Damnation and salvation
And it feels strangely tempting
To dance across it blindfolded
Dressed in just faith
In that your heart is true
I'm condemned, bareheaded
And longing for you
A pagan nymph
From ancient wise books
No good for your prophets
An angel for you
With purest charcoal
You've drawn wings on my back
For your passion's painted
With red and black
Vanilla CranesVanilla CranesVanilla Cranes in Free Verse More Like This
The light of day cuts pretty masks
Out of stuff way too colourful
And glues them on faces of men
Who then stomp chessboard with their feet
In brothels red lanterns do shine
Gates there kept open, welcoming
Children to find their way back home
To the tower of Babylon
Pockets and wallets resonate
With choirs and gospels of the change
Dreaming of freedom and revenge
Who lives by coin, by coin shall die
You ask me "Why do birds have wings,
When sons of mortal men can fly...?"
I guess we humans aim too high
Before sun laughs us in the face
So is there any happy place
Except for our enchanted realm
Where love with smallest ray of hope
Warms time through magnifying glass?
Here kisses taste like vanilla
Sprinkled all over coffee beans;
If we fold enough paper cranes
Do you think we can save the world?
The Sixth DayThe Sixth DayThe Sixth Day in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What if the sixth day was a huge mistake
Chariot of fire without a brake?
A vision gone wrong, attempt ruined by hand
Of the bad seed, the ungrateful man
The twisted breed hastening their own fate
Born of lust, then only brought up to hate
Shallow caskets given too much free will
Beasts on two legs always ready to kill
Heavens keep looking for righteous souls
But madness is getting out of control
Clock's ticking louder than conscience and fear
The horns are blowing when end's coming near
Night is hungry, graves are burning
The bell tolls for death returning
Its slaves will rise
To blind the eyes
Of filth been living in disguise
Seas are boiling, black ships sailing
Air infected plague retailing
For bribing fate
It's much too late
For hellhounds sins are tasty bait
Both earth and sky have their order sublime
While among people the only law is crime
Brother stabs brother, arms have no chance to rust
Flesh made of mud will soon crumble to dust
Divine miracle of soul bright a
The JourneyThe JourneyThe Journey in Free Verse More Like This
Two cans and a string
Weigh so much more
Than words and beads
And sunlit backyard -
- Sea full of sharks
And pirate ships
And mermaid that so rarely dips
Her beauty into stormy waves
A rocking horse
Will ever gallop a lot faster
Than the wildest of buffalos
And maybe even wind itself -
- Carrying smoke signals
And poisoned arrows
Along with battle cries
Of sons of tomahawk
Two chairs and blanket
From my bed
The safest home
We ever had -
- An impregnable fortress
Castle with feather walls
Made for one princess
And one knight
Bubbles are diamonds
Fed by breath
And if we like
We can grow wings
While planning journey
Beyond our street
Where magic ends
Bridge Over The RiverBridge Over The RiverBridge Over The River in Free Verse More Like This
Underneath the stone bridge an ice-cold river flows
Sometimes it's ferocious and sometimes rather calm
Carrying days and years of world into the distance
Its strand is to the bridge what humans are to each other
Route to its end seems strangely intoxicating
Over the icy river a stone bridge spans
Forever binding two shores with a gray ribbon
Just like heart contains both grief and joy
The bridge stands firm, even though the river's driving forward
For world of wonders we always look on the other side
Even though bridge locks the river and river undermines the bridge
It's just stone and cold water embracing one another
One looking up, the other one down, both lovingly
Just like we sometimes dream although not asleep
Not paying attention to the rest of the world
Fair TradeFair TradeFair Trade in Free Verse More Like This
What if yesterday is all we have?
One day worth ten years
In auction of souls
Time's both merchandise and currency
Sometimes less is more
Though it never seems enough
Still we're keeping score
While our purses are starving
In time of need I love you
Hard and even harder
Of the bills to pay
To PersevereTo PersevereTo Persevere in Free Verse More Like This
Narrate me about sand, will you?
About rocks time has crumbled
And cities those cried
When wind loved them fervently
Tell me of the eyes
Of a child not yet born
And what its voice will sound like
When it'll be speaking in its sleep
Draw me burning beehives
Of olden giants and how they bleeded honey
Which hardened and thereby preserved
Its nation forevermore
Promise me a bubble
Of four white walls and a roof bright red
With roses in the garden
Just one too firm for the thorns to burst
Amber WarsAmber WarsAmber Wars in Free Verse More Like This
If stars were up to lend an ear
To just one question in a million years,
Would you ask, if they'd seen tomorrow smiling
Or how brightly you shine in their light?
Upset sky, a cauldron of blue milk boiling
Contains all "what if's" and words left unsaid;
Drawers overflow with letters
Those will one day be
Written with help of runestones
And planetary constellations
That according to some
Will put minds into the right order
Bald-headed princesses fight
Over each other's scalp
To much liking of armed jewellers
Scavengers in these amber wars
Children with empty gaze
Looking from behind trellis of barcodes,
With unclear expiration date
Genuinely identical identities
Wielded by phantoms not to be fathomed
- Thou willst not chew their names nor spit them out -
They put autographs on branded bullets
Sent to kiss sad smiling faces
Those attempt to clean the orbit
Of conscience from all quandaries
And make silence a crime
Pawns die and kill for life in peace
Sculptor's TouchSculptor's TouchSculptor's Touch in Free Verse More Like This
Does it bring shame
To promise to paint
One's beauty beyond compare
But instead shape
A brand new piece
Flawless and too far from true?
Is it okay to measure treasures
And treasure measurements
For shallow pleasure?
Will dignity overcome gravity?
How many smiles costs serenity?
Sculptor's hands temptingly touch with disguised brutality...
Menthol SmokeMenthol SmokeMenthol Smoke in Free Verse More Like This
Against the common belief
The water-level hasn't consumed
Too many masts
With cruel pleasure
Enjoying the taste of doom
Upon her tongue
In fact most of them just fall
Into the unknown
Like do lost hopes forgotten
Begging for a chance
To sing their swansong
Like shooting stars
Shining the brightest
Right before they die;
Their legacy etched in the sky
The ships sail straight
And most of them return
After they learned about the sea
Deafened by depth
Blinded by width
Ever losing land off their sight
Hidden in the smoke
Rising from the tip
Of your menthol flavoured cigarette
You know it all
But at deepness' call
You devotedly drown
Samson, My Name is FateMy name is Fate,Samson, My Name is Fate in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and you have called it again and again,
every night that you lingered to sample my skin.
Every word that you sent is a word I hold dear,
signed and sealed with a kiss, each one a red letter,
lovingly written, faithfully delivered.
My ear is a conch shell holding your words forever like the sea,
endlessly, endlessly echoing them back forever for me,
and I return them to you, the closer you lay your head next to me.
Your voice, your voice, your voice has an echo
A warm breath in my ear,
a cool cry on the wind.
Beg the stars to linger.
Lace the night with my name.
A beautiful confession,
a sin carried on the wind,
when you call my name
and you choose me again.
My name is Fate, and you call it again and again
every night when you linger to sample my skin.
Shall I kill you with kisses?
Say not "Again"
for I fear I have stolen your heart through your skin.
Grab Fortune by her wheel, love,
take her for a spin.
Parry"I could fall in love with you, someday"Parry in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
once seemed sweet in it's strange way,
but you belong to another,
and I know that you love her.
I cannot trust you ever again
since cavalierly saying what you did then.
So, I have sewn you all up in a rhyme
to ensure you won't consume me next time.
DenialI keep myself in the dark,because as long as I'm blindDenial in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can't see my heart break.
And for all you or I know
I'm just fine.
CupidityCrush me. Depress my lungs so I can't breathe,Cupidity in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when your familiar voice hits my ear.
This glorious feeling, I know, must leave,
and the thought of that loss I always fear.
Oh, you cause the blood in my veins to rush,
from the sparks you send through my skin like spies.
Am I revealed by the way that I blush,
like the shooting stars echoed in your eyes?
What draws me to you; is it merely lust?
or is it love that binds us together?
Is this something real, something I can trust?
Take my heart to hold, and own no other.
You see, all that I want is everything,
and you are everything to me, darling.
Vintage StarsVintage '85 stars in a bottle;Vintage Stars in Free Verse More Like This
it was a very good year.
They have been sitting on a shelf
waiting for a special occasion to shine.
Now they are chilling in the fridge,
with two glasses on the counter top
awaiting their fulfillment.
They are not crystal,
but they are clean and unbroken.
Taking Back The DayCandy tastes bitterTaking Back The Day in Free Verse More Like This
on this arbitrary day.
Kisses look like
little wrapped bombs
in aluminum foil;
no X's & O's for me -
I'm not hungry anyway.
But I cannot stand
the sight of flowers.
Carnations are too sweet.
Roses are too dusky,
and far too inviting,
and without shame.
Stamp 'em in a card
and give 'em to your lover,
then burn all the rest
for the sake of the rest of us.
Let's have a bonfire of the vanity
of this 'gifts for sex'
Saint Hallmark's Day.
Now gather round ye lonely,
and warm your hearts;
we are taking back the day.
Don't worry, lovebirds,
we'll throw it back
after our blood mingles
with strawberry champagne,
but as the number 14,
because a day belongs to no one.
Losing Me To ThisDead air kills me slowly.Losing Me To This in Free Verse More Like This
I can not imagine what lies beneath the surface,
and what lies are masked by this silence,
heavy as a Southern summer night
in June, when the air is sultry,
and the wind breathes not at all.
But I won't try to unravel his riddle,
because it only makes me bleed out faster.
The beep is a prelude
to the mockery of his voicemail greeting:
"I'm not here to take your call,
leave your name and number
and I will get back to you
as soon as I can,"
but I'm bleeding,
and the tone is not a beep,
it is a bullet,
for I hear:
"I am not taking your calls,
since I know who you are -
I've gone away in search of better
everything and everyone,
and I won't be coming back."
I crash to the floor
there is a crack in the ceiling
that needs to be taken care of,
just as soon as I clear those stars from my eyes
Waking up cold on the kitchen floor,
head splitting, body aching,
crying as I stare at the crack in the ceiling.
He isn't here and he still hasn't called.
She Bites Bullets Her teeth are chipped and broken. She wears lipstick in a shade called "Pow!" a bright red to make up for her smile. In her mind, it works because no one ever asks questions. Between her jealous, button down guard dog and her own reputation the world tends to keep its distance.She Bites Bullets in Short Stories More Like This
An untouchable beauty with dark hair and wild eyes, she moves like a dancer and a jungle cat and is a casing for a spirit darkened by secrets, sometimes bright and energetic and randomly explosive.
She was not made for capture or confinement.
He lives with her in a claustrophobic studio apartment, paid for by a shitty job that covers rent and ramen. Young and ambitious, the stress is eating at his insides and he feels the acidic bile rising, falling, and crashing like predatory waves against a stony shore - the pressure of being a provider.
Once a Colossus,
MemoirsWe are all poetry in motion,Memoirs in Free Verse More Like This
sonnets and verses,
and by the end of our lives we are novels.
MoreNinety nine candlesMore in Free Verse More Like This
on a devil's food cake
lined up in formation
like soldiers in uniforms,
blue and white striped,
standing tall and self-sacrificial.
The flare of ignition
burns the hairs in his nostrils
(but it's a special occasion).
Wax drips onto drugstore icing,
marking time as he breathes fire
and makes his wish.
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love in Free Verse More Like This
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore
AttachedI grew roots for my heartAttached in Free Verse More Like This
in every twisted chamber
Hitting the ground, deep down layers of earth
There, sleeps every vein I have
What a Woman WantsEvery single voice inside me is calling youWhat a Woman Wants in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every drop of blood, and every tear is asking for you
Every hill,and every twisted road on this body is begging you
Come to me, love me like love should be
Now it is all yours, taste it, smell it, just take it all
Nothing is usual my love, nothing you have seen before
This is us, what we have is nothing you knew before
Sail to my shores, I will wait for your ships
Get closer, ride me with your horses, with your swords
I need your deep voice and your cold blade on my hips
Come and kiss me softly, then kiss me hard
Touch me like a broken petal, then touch me hard
Hold me,feel every bone in me, never let go of me,
Suffocate me and take the life out of me
Let your hands find their way through me
Let them burn me, let them find me over and over again
Let the soft tip rub every cell I have, every spot that hurts
Give me more when I beg your mercy,
Take it all when I say I can bare no more
Don't you dare stop when I no longer breathe
Under The Murky WatersChildren of the first sinner,Under The Murky Waters in Free Verse More Like This
Dragging his filthy soul at his tail.
He does not dare to look up
Where God's face resides.
Walking the earth; a pack of wild dogs
Scavenging the last pride,
Snatching what is left of mercy.
Down creatures, leeches in the murky waters.
Always on the move to a new pure land,
Hunting down every butterfly wing,
Slaughtering every young green bud.
Children of the massacre, slaves of the cannon
You have your hands down my throat,
Your knife sliding down my spine,
You say: "Keep your smile and greet Humanity"
I swallow the rocks; I wave for my brothers
I fell, I died , they walked over me,
When love rhymesYou said God made me perfectWhen love rhymes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The roundness of my hip, the softness of my lip
Gentle is my tip, I take you on every wild trip
So tighten your grip, squeeze me and take a sip
Get on my last ship, it is time to tear and rip
My waves keep slamming your shore
Burning every sense in your core
Your nails on my side, always coming back for more
They take over every land, as we celebrate this war
You said God made me perfect
The size of my breast, where you built your nest
My wild birds on your chest , always flying west
The short breath is your guest, dancing, will never rest
Every touch gives you my best, closer to my final quest
Black and White world VS Rainbow bucketThe gentle touch of your lips on my cold foreheadBlack and White world VS Rainbow bucket in Free Verse More Like This
The soft kiss on my palms, and I wake up, I look at you
You say It's morning, you say you love me, then you leave
Do you know what you leave behind , It is not me
Now, the world is black and white, all is concrete and ugly
The walls are pure cement and sand, and open land
There are weeds growing on the bed, and I cannot leave
When the black and white world sits behind my back,
Watches, waits for me to move, I will not move
Keeps taking all the light, dims my hopes and breathes my air
I cannot look, I cannot pray, I cannot make a sound
I crawl in bed, my arms around my knees, I wait for you
The day is almost dead, and now you are home
You take me in, you dip me in a big bucket of rainbow
You soak my every cell with every color that is
And I am me again, I can see again, I can breathe again
And my black and white world crawls down my legs
With his tiny wrinkled hands, he runs in shame
Hides behind the door
On the edges of your lipsMy soul flickers back and forth in your presenceOn the edges of your lips in Free Verse More Like This
As I drag myself on the floor slowly, barely
I surrender to the voices promising your love
And the dream of tomorrow bringing me your scent
You do not see me nor my fading shadow
I am right here, down here, take one look at me
I lay my wings over your shoulders, I take the rain for you
I kiss the flock of birds that flew over you
I swallow every thorn in your way, I turn your path blue
I hug every glimpse of fear in your eyes
I live on the edges of your lips, I steal every word you speak
I sleep between your ribs, I sing along with your heartbeat
I built my shrine between your palms, there, I pray for your love
And yet, you do not see me nor my fading shadow
Your grip on my heart drying up every drop of life
But I will not leave, if you tear me apart, I will love you
If you burn my dreams, cut my veins , I will love you
If you put out my candle, my golden sky, I will love you
If you rip your seed out o
We Walk Through Heaven's DoorLet your hands walk through my dusty roads tonightWe Walk Through Heaven's Door in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Follow them, on my vast lands start your fight
Let me kiss your kiss and drink your salt and wine
In your kind darkness my drops of sweat shine
Those wonderlands are yours, and what is yours is mine
Don't make me wait, come and touch every spot
All those mountains and hills, I'm saving you a lot
Kill your thirst, swim in my stream and fill your pot
İ am no longer a body , and you are no longer a soul
We are one lonely beat, was found for once and all
So, cover me with your skin as we hear the ultimate call
Breathe In my ears, and let me ask you for more
As we roll under earth, we walk through heaven's door
Born to Love YouGod created trees, mountains and seasBorn to Love You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
God blew life in the soft tulips
And God gave life to all human soul
But, before and all
God made the seven angels his witnesses
And God said: This woman is for this man
Every little creature, every rock,
Every leaf on evey tree heard God say:
'Her heart will beat to love him '
And every light breez, every sun light,
And every heart inside every life smiled
For they all knew God makes no mistakes
We met love, millions of years ago
We met before the book of destiny,
Before the heart knew how to live and die
Before you and İ
İn a time before this time,
The day immortality began
When God said : She belongs to this man
Where the world makes senseI let my head on this pillow, everytime I sinkWhere the world makes sense in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where all the heavy thoughts rest and the heart sings
Between the world's pain and my agony, there is a place
I close the eyes, I breathe, I rise and I'm there again
I am the same child again,chasing the summer breeze
Carrying all the colorful dreams on my shoulders
With eyes as big as the waves, and a heart where birds nest
There, where every butterfly takes colors from my palms
And the thirsty deers come drink from my spring
There where the world made sense
I am there, and the restless mind is home for peace
When you told me joy had features and a face, my face
I touch the sandy beach , and one heart is never enough
I eat from every daisy in the white field, I drink the morning dew
I cover my cold skin with sunlight and sunflowers petals
Every now and then, I let my head sink, I let the world sink
I go back where I can hug the sky and walk on foamy clouds
Where I can be a little bird, that small daisy in a white field
HomecomingThe dead do not need a homecomingHomecoming in Free Verse More Like This
or an invitation -
they do not wait at the door
to be let in
or cross the threshold
with crossed fingers
and a prayer.
They do not wear their best clothes -
no poplin suits
or brocade skirts
to catch upon the lintels
or dust the marble floors.
They will not dine
upon your crusts
or marrow bones or salted eggs
nor steal the heavy coins
from out beneath the rugs .
They'll only tarry
in the hall
and make soft moan
amidst the wind
wondering why you turned
their faces to the wall
and put out
your best china.
CheatsThe light makes cheatsCheats in Free Verse More Like This
of us both,
so we change clothes
in the greedy dark
or thinking twice.
We do not touch,
our skin afraid to lose
or breathe too close.
We pass in the street
but do not acknowledge
in the glare of taxi cabs
or the stiff pull of elevators.
We do not rub elbows
or let our shoulder blades
But I would know you
anywhere - any place
the sun is uneasy
and the skin of us
or strangers are told
in another direction.
RedThere is nothing discreet about this love -Red in Free Verse More Like This
it hangs on my chest,
a defiant noise -
the scent of something luscious
stretched between your hips.
Your back arches
in a way only Psyche can feel.
You wear it
in a cheap red dress
that comes apart like midsummer
in my hands
as we flaunt the stars,
the stones under our skin
stretching the bed frame
till we crack.
And I fill you up,
your arms a battle
raging in the waning lies
Hansel and GretelWhat kind of motherHansel and Gretel in Free Verse More Like This
sends her children out
without their shoes or coats -
nothing but a trail of crumbs
to find their way back home?
They all find their way here.
Maybe it is the scent of holidays
freshly baked inside my kitchen
or the sight of spice drops
glistering in the rampant dusk.
The children like my house -
my rich ginger carpets
so easy to get lost in
and the pink pillows
puffed and glossy with promises.
They do not notice me watching,
how my fingers slip around their wrists
to measure their meager lives
or how I can smell when
they last ate their supper.
They only smile at me
and beg for more chocolate
in greedy little voices
and ask if they can see
what's baking in my oven now.
SeptemberThe summer was so hotSeptember in Free Verse More Like This
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
Snow WhiteSeven more mouths to feedSnow White in Free Verse More Like This
(For this you left
your father's house?),
shoes piled by the door
and grimy rucksacks
full of coal.
(He promised you a diamond)
They keep you on your toes
with their uncombed hair
and their untrimmed beards
and appetites like young bulls.
That dress of yours
has seen better days
and your hands
are worn out -
bloodied starlings in your pockets.
So you cook and clean
and wait by the window
each morning for them to leave,
polishing your apples
and dream of what the huntsman
is hiding in his box.
ElenaElena followed me homeElena in Free Verse More Like This
from work one night
and stayed for tea and eggs,
and all that minimum wage
and wars between the sheets
She said she was a goddess,
daughter of a carpenter
with her long red, red hair
and eyes as warm as hazel nuts
on Christmas morning.
Her hands spoke braille
across my back
and made the silence
of Sunday into a prophecy.
She left one October
just like she said she would
when the fireflies
had turned their wings to ash.
And I found revelation
in red, red wine
and cheap red, red fabric
that came off in my hands
Cat LadyWhen I grow oldCat Lady in Free Verse More Like This
I will be the crazy cat lady
all the neighbors talk about.
I will dwell
in a house of sycamore
and live off taffy and gin,
and paint my ceilings yellow.
I will dangle carrots
off the clothesline
and only bathe on Sundays.
I will keep 47 cats
(or maybe 63)
and give them names
like Cumberbund and Camembert
and let them sleep in the kitchen sink
where they can dream of midnight raids
on the pantry-
of sardines poached in pepper sauce
and mocking bird and beetle pie
and we will fish off the crumbling pier.
I will tie bells to their tails
to warn the birds
they are invited for a meal
and watch them flying over
their wings a tell tale
sigh of autumn weather.
And at night we will curl
up on the porch
fur bristling under blankets
and October's jumbled moon
to dream of chasing
mice among the rafters.
Girl as ColorColor the girl shell pinkGirl as Color in Free Verse More Like This
or magnolia -
some rare vintage of wine
or a bright Italian circus,
and I shall call her mine.
Color her starling grey
or a sudden shade
daylight glistening like a puzzle
and I will claim her mouth.
Paint us both some new corner
a fresh tone of orchestra
and ripened lemons,
and I swear I will be true.
beautyand beauty just happensbeauty in Free Verse More Like This
if you will wait
long enough -
the sound of plants
breathing under the snow,
of red petals
and green leaves
bursting on the vine
and climbing up over the roof,
the sight of rain
washing the hillside -
on the window
and the scent
that buries the laundry,
from the line
on a june morning
and how it feels
on your skin
when you first wake up
lazy with the last dream
and how she tastes -
supple and fragile,
just for you.
Biology (In Defense Of Free Verse)The heart has four chambers:Biology (In Defense Of Free Verse) in Free Verse More Like This
two muscular atria and
two ventricles that alternate
between relaxing and
throughout the body.
This is one of many processes
that occur whether you
want it to or not.
I can sense your flesh and
when I breathe you in like pollen
or particles of smoke.
You are a part of my lungs
before tiny capillaries carry you
sleeping or intoxicated
to my heart.
Then it seizes up-
pumping little bits of you
through my veins like nerve endings
and I feel you
from my waist to my lips and
inside my brain.
The primary cause of love
is the chemical phenethylamine
that is released by eating
chocolate; or more importantly,
by feeling you against me
and nobody else.
Proteins are given purpose
through tender shaping
into a perfected form.
This can be observed
on a larger scale
It is said
during academic dissections,
that structure and form
But try and tell me
that this freedom before you
You Have No Need To RegretDo not regret your actions,You Have No Need To Regret in Free Verse More Like This
because at one point,
it was exactly what
you wanted to do.
-but if it wasn't what
then I guess you should
regret that too.
God, Give Me A SirenI get up out ofGod, Give Me A Siren in Free Verse More Like This
bed and walk calmly
to the bathroom. Then,
get a glass of water
examine my scarlet
cerulean eyes before
trying to piss, but
nothing is coming out.
It's so quiet.
There are no sirens to
warn me that tomorrow
morning I could lose
another friend to
a hospital or,
-None of my neighbors
are fighting; no plates
shattering into knives
against the wall. It
is so damn quiet.
Nothing is coming out,
so I go back to bed,
pull the blankets over my head
and can't sleep.
Cinema SparksImagine a man and woman,Cinema Sparks in Free Verse More Like This
or woman and woman,
it really doesn't matter;
huddled together beneath
an umbrella as if it
were a tree with long branches
to stop the rain and
block out the sun,
or simply provide a sense
of security if the weather
were to suddenly change,
it really doesn't matter.
For whatever reason,
they are together-
but what's interesting is
they obviously do not even
know each other.
They both clutch the umbrella
but their hands are
careful not to clutch
because in some cultures
it's not polite to
but in this case,
it really doesn't matter.
For whatever reason
they are together
beneath the umbrella-tree;
they are close
whether it is some
common courtesy during a
sparks are flying from damaged
cinema lights above
as they clutch anything-
but each other.
New Age FaithHave you ever beenNew Age Faith in Free Verse More Like This
I can lie naked
in my bed
with my head under
the covers and
forget where I
I can stare at
auburn streetlights or
raindrops floating down
glass and tell you:
this moment is
more beautiful than
he or she
wil ever be.
People do not glow,
People do not shimmer,
in the right light.
I am beginning to
believe this, I
wonder if you
ExtinguishedI have met some girls, a fewExtinguished in Free Verse More Like This
in particular, in my
past who have had what you
would consider to be
Like, a blonde who kept me warm
and always smoked but
hardly ate. I guess
her stomach was always
filled to burst with smoke,
so there was no place for
food or much else.
She was always so
so easy to talk to
that it was hard
not to like her.
It was like staring
into a fire.
When she and I both died
for someone else, it
was okay and I left
without any tears (they had
burned up). But I
didn't have to search long;
I trip and spark like any other
This one stood on glowing
coals, pushing little
red rocks with her toes and
would ask me if it still burned
when people watched. I would say:
yes, of course, fire never changes.
Most nights we only
saw the coals and neither
of us liked
it that way.
I would've singed my
mouth on her hot
coffee lips, if she ever
gave me the chance
But she didn't; too busy
hiding her face.
My AnnabelOh my dear, my Annabel Lee,My Annabel in Free Verse More Like This
some days I wish,
there was never you and me-
and I'd disappear alone,
in the frothy sea.
ImpatientIf you talk to anyone who waits at red lights or cares about fashion or owns a gun, they'll know a thing or twoImpatient in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
about all of us; all of humanity. We are all flowers, we are all little universes, we are all the underdog future.
And maybe this is completely true, and maybe some girl pierced her ear in the 8th grade bathroom, and maybe you
have sand in your shoes from that visit to the beach last week. What does it matter, is this an absolute?
We are all pieces of God, we are all forgetting about Heaven, we are all waiting politely for death to break in
through the bathroom window. You can ask the stains on the sidewalk, the birds who refuse to build nests, the
faded black hair on the barbershop floor. They will tell you that this all does matter, and if you care about your
children, it's an absolute, too. Sometimes I run through traffic lights, wear half-unbuttoned flannel and scoff
at the glory of firearms, but you can talk to me whenever you grab my shoulder and take a moment to stop s
Sepia LightHe could be the lead of a silent movieSepia Light in Free Verse More Like This
in all its sepia glory. There is
dust on the film; and light-
that shines hazily through the smoke and jazz
of the old world.
She smiles while beauty marks pepper the screen
and nobody notices. Not even him.
There is a woman stroking the theater piano lovingly to hide
the voices floating through the air as silent as ash.
He waits with impious attention for old-fashioned lines
to cross over the stage and whisper something,
something new to him.
But anything that could waltz off their tongues
is caught and held by the cigarette filter projector.
Left to crackle, as the piano moans under the woman's
coffee stained caress.
Keep The Lights OnKeep the lights on-Keep The Lights On in Free Verse More Like This
I don't think I could ever tell you how beautiful you are, so I will just have to show you-
oh please let me show you I want you to feel how beautiful you are I want you to know
I will make you know Feel me and let it all out Sigh for me and kiss me and
fill your eyes up with longing as I pull my head back to look at you before diving
back down to kiss you again I will show you I will show you I will show
She Is A StrangerShe is worthless,She Is A Stranger in Free Verse More Like This
A toy to be strung along.
A heartbroken loner,
Singing her bitter, ugly song.
She is useless,
A discarded rusted tool.
A hopeless dreamer,
Even she knows she's a fool.
She is alone,
A prisoner of her own twisted mind.
A forgotten princess,
Happily ever after was never hers to find.
She is numb,
An unfeeling ghost.
A lost, empty soul,
Death is what she yearns for most.
She is fake,
An imposter pretending.
A self-loathing bitch,
Some wounds are never mending.
She is giving up,
Becoming another statistic.
A desperate suicide,
If there was hope, she must have missed it.
The Choice Is MineTime is passing slowly,The Choice Is Mine in Free Verse More Like This
I really miss your voice.
Wasted days spent in the dark,
Living is my choice.
Your love is not required,
Though I'd love to be your wife.
My heart may be broken,
But, for me, I'm choosing life.
The Itsy Bitsy KillerThe itsy bitsy spider lived on Carver Lane,The Itsy Bitsy Killer in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Nobody knew of the children he'd slain.
Out of the darkness, with charming wit he came,
Lying through his fangs, we never knew his name.
The itsy bitsy spider lived across the street,
Luring children in with a promise of a treat.
Out came the knife and little Katie's gone,
The itsy bitsy spider is preying on your spawn.
The itsy bitsy spider is waiting after school,
You better warn your little ones that people can be cruel.
Out comes his web and innocents are caught,
Nobody knows what caused his mind to rot.
The itsy bitsy spider is someone you know,
Maybe it's a teacher, putting on a show.
Be careful with your children, know where they are,
The itsy bitsy spider is never very far.
Into The OceanYou’re perfection in a single glanceInto The Ocean in Free Verse More Like This
And everyone’s to busy taking pictures
To explore reality, but when the tide goes
Everyone will see the trash and dead things
And wonder where they came from.
You’re just like the ocean.
And now I’m drowning in your indifference
With waves relentlessly crashing
Over my head, pulling me under,
Tossing me around,
Dragging me down.
Well, I always was lost in you.
My mouth opens to tell you so
But, as your poison fills my throat,
I think my chest might explode
And I might welcome it
If only it puts out the fire
That’s blazing in my lungs.
Didn’t I tell you that you take my breath away?
No longer can I tell where you end and I begin,
Or if I even exist,
And I hear you laughing because
I always wished to be part of you,
So that you could never push me away
Without losing yourself.
Now I’m the one who has no self to find.
I'd Rather Be A Snowball Than A Mud PuddleA single drop of water,I'd Rather Be A Snowball Than A Mud Puddle in Free Verse More Like This
Imprisoned by a cloud.
Future set in stone,
Fall, and be proud.
Every raindrop is the same,
Splashing all around.
Nature's true tears,
Soak an unthankful ground.
A single drop of water,
The futures always yours to take.
Float instead of fall now,
A perfect snowy flake.
Every crystal is unique,
A magical winter sight.
Be you, little raindrop,
For it only lasts tonight.
A single drop of water,
Not fitting in the mold.
Lost in the ocean,
She'd rather always be ice cold.
According To You..According to the world,According To You.. in Free Verse More Like This
I'm incredibly blessed.
Young and Free,
I have no reason to be depressed.
So, my darkness is hidden,
I pretend that I'm not falling.
Keeping up appearances,
Who, for help, should I be calling?
According to my friends,
They'll always be there.
My extended family,
My loving "sisters" always care.
Now, I'm alone in this room,
They don't hear my cry.
They shun me for each other,
Just two more people who lie.
According to my love,
We'll make it through.
The lying is over,
Her words are all true.
Yet, I'm still terrified,
I've forgotten how to trust.
My heart is a broken thing,
Being devoured by rust.
According to my family,
They all saw it coming.
Long-distance is hard,
I'm neither pretty nor stunning.
Now, I look stupid,
Ignored was their warning.
I told you so is my nightmare,
Even in sleep, I am mourning.
According to everyone,
Love of my razor is a sin.
It's not worth it,
I shouldn't long for it against my skin.
Now, there's no more cutting,
Tribute to pain still
Hope Is Hidden In The Smoke..From a burning cigaretteHope Is Hidden In The Smoke.. in Free Verse More Like This
In the hand of a liar.
Choking me as it builds,
Then disappearing in the arms of a gentle breeze.
From a burning picture
Of a love I'll never forget.
Stinging my eyes
As your twisted smile warps and melts away.
From a burning home
That we never really had.
Replacing my oxygen
As it infiltrates our nonexistent children's rooms.
From my burning flesh
That knows I deserve this.
Screaming at me not to stop
Until I can no longer feel the fire of love.
My hope is smoke.
Pretty to look at,
Yet, there's nothing to hold onto.
I'll set fire to the world,
I'll burn everything I've ever loved,
But no amount of hope can change the facts;
We are destined to fail.
The Other Side of WonderlandWatch the way the words flow,The Other Side of Wonderland in Free Verse More Like This
Dark colors spilling from my pen.
Molding a new existence,
One very few could live within.
Don't venture in too deeply,
Nothing is as it seems.
Sick twisted creatures thrive here,
This place that haunts my dreams.
Poisoned are the pretty things,
Sweetness, an evil foe.
My muse is dark and nasty,
Only seeds of evil grow.
Wonderland needs a rainbow,
My pen needs colored ink.
I try to capture beauty,
Yet, my words all fade and shrink.
SummerNights spent on the swing set,Summer in Free Verse More Like This
Wishing on the stars.
Lying in the road,
Screaming at strange cars.
Truck beds full of laughter,
Basking in the sun.
Playing games with flowers,
Innocent, childish fun.
Dancing with the raindrops,
Swimming in the creek.
Songs sung from the rooftop,
Hours of hide and seek.
Monster drinks and Hershey bars,
Games of tag until the dawn.
Dreaming of the future,
Remembering moments gone.
Seasons come and seasons go,
Present time becomes the past.
No matter how I wished it so,
Summer could not last.
My DemonI think I have a demon,My Demon in Free Verse More Like This
Just a bitch, I am her pet.
She strokes me very often,
Misery is her net.
Her eyes are dark and empty,
Sometimes, I think they're blue.
Master keeps me lonely,
On my skin, she likes to chew.
I see her when the night falls,
She curls up in my bed.
My mind is but her playground,
My diet is soured dread.
Her skin is pale and smooth,
Razor teeth, sharpened to a point.
I dare not disobey her,
There's no Holy water to anoint.
I could run away somehow,
Yet, who would love me then?
Master is my lover,
She basks in my filthy sin.
Not fineTonight I said myself, I'm fineNot fine in Free Verse More Like This
I looked into the mirror and tried to smile
Looks good? Still repeating I am fine
I'm going out tonight
I'm going out and again I feel fine
Driving my car, driving so fast
Into the night, leaving my past
Somehow I can hear voice in my head
He's saying - take care
Oh no, forget it
I'm having fun tonight
And I push the pedal, driving faster and faster
And again I can hear a voice
It screams in my head,
I can't ignore
But hell no, I'm not gonna stop
Till car will pull over because of no gas
And I will get sober to see breaking dawn
Sunlight slowly touches me
As I am lying somewhere on the beach
Still hearing your screams
It hurts, it hurts so much
And no, I don't feel fine
I can't pretend
I lied, no I'm not fine
It feels like I've died
Can't stop asking myself why
It screams in my mind
It hurts inside
I don't feel fine
Love=PainI don't have proper words in my mindLove=Pain in Free Verse More Like This
No proper scene in my eyes
Because love is so hard to describe
Some might say it's pure and innocent
Other says it's dark and evil
For someone it might be all the sense
And for other it might be without meaning
I don't know if I know the definition of the love
If I actually know anything at all
But I have something inside
Something what holds me in this life
Is it love?
I don't know
Maybe yes, maybe no
But as long as it makes me going
I don't really care how it's calling
I know it hurts
It causes pain
Makes me insane
Sometimes it makes me even cry
But it's worth to fight
Your love is poor if you can describe it
Cause real love strikes you as a lightning
It means all and nothing at the same time
It feels like heaven but the feeling lives inside
I said so many words right now
But still don't know what love is about
And I don't need to
All I need is to feel it
I have no eyesBroken wingsI have no eyes in Free Verse More Like This
I have no eyes
Wants to cry
I'm craving for the light
But not chance to see it
I have no eyes
Cutting my heart
It's a wrong feeling
It has no start
My hands are bleeding
But I don't know why
It hurts so much
Living without eyes
My whole life
I'm living in the dark
No chance to see saving light
I wanted to be strong
I wanted to fight
But I was dead wrong
My life is the night
It's not a lie
I have no eyes
Tattoo on my heartPeople love to put tattoo on their skinTattoo on my heart in Free Verse More Like This
Pictures and names or something else
But me, I never decided to put tattoo
You did, you put tattoo on my heart
Your name is inside of me
Maybe someday I will forget
But tattoo will stay there
Those burned letters on my heart
I guess you don't know how much you mean to me
And I guess I don't know what I exactly feel
Tattoo starts on O
That's how your name begins
And that's how I feel
And everytime someone touches my heart
I can feel your presence,
Memories, pain, desires and dreams
All that comes up
With your tattoo
My first and only love
You broke and took away my heart
Even not knowing about that
Letting goFor the last time I'm standing hereLetting go in Free Verse More Like This
Forgive me please
I'm writing these words to you
I want to go easily
Not saying good bye
But saying I'm sorry
For all I've done
And for all I haven't done
Looking back on the days when we were happy
I feel good, I'm even smiling
I remember everything and I don't want to forget
But surely after last step I'm gonna regret
If I still be able to think
Forgive me please
Forgive my soul
I should've done this long time ago
But I was holding on
You kept me safe and made me going
That's how it is, the ways of loving
But I was weak I've destroyed myself
I've destroyed everything that I had
So here I am writing to you
Saying I'm sorry
And all words that is going to you
They're coming from my almost empty heart
I'm going now
If you're reading these words
Probably I'm already out of this world
And I'm not able to see tears in your eyes
I can't see anything because I've died
Forgive me if you can
But don't try to understand
It's not gonna help
And now b
I am sorryI am sorryI am sorry in Free Verse More Like This
I will repeat these words thousands times
Just say you love me
And I will do anything
I am sorry
Forgive me please
I made mistakes and no chance to fix it
But your smile can heal me
If you could just say that you love me
It would change everything
I am sorry, so sorry
Can you forgive me please?
I know I don't deserve this, but still
You know I love you
Wish I could say the same that you love me
You never said I'm sorry because you haven't done anything wrong
I've destroyed our love
So I'm saying once again
I'm singing a song for you
Standing at the pouring rain
I am sorry
But nothing there I can change
So I will leave
Only paper with song and guitar will remind you
About someone who was making too many mistakes
About someone who already has gone
Still repeating words
I am sorry
Please, forgive me
Feel me heavenFeel me heavenFeel me heaven in Free Verse More Like This
And let me go
Take me higher
And let me fall
Touch and kiss me
Leave the sign
And let it see
Don't say good bye
Feel me heaven
Set me free
Take me deeper
To the sea
Let me drown
Then rescue me
Let me fly
And let me die
Feel me heaven
Will I see it?
Will I feel this?
Help me make it
Get me through this
Feel me heaven
Lost and cold
Take me heaven
I'm already stoned
I share a moment
Here with you
So clear, I love it
You got me loose
So feel me heaven
For the one last time
Take me forever
Without saying good bye
WayAll that you're living forWay in Free Verse More Like This
But the sunlight on the horizon
Still gives hope
You can find way out
You can find way in
Nothing is broke down
But nothing is to give
Why would you cry?
If there's no reason why
All that I'm living for
Makes me speak no more
Certainly not love
But still gives hope
Why would I ask?
Take off the lying mask
In the end of all
When the life turns into soul
To say, to hold
Or way much more
Just not to share a secret
And promises I won't keep it
Till the rising of new day
You'll ask me to make a pray
To not slowly fade away
Just forcing me to stay
Not to die, no to lie
But why would I?
Where has my heart gone?
I'm not finished, no I'm not done
I don't believe in you
Lifeless eyes won't help to see the truth
All that you're living for
And the sunlight on the horizon
Doesn't give hope anymore
FakeI want to be a fake as you areFake in Free Verse More Like This
If it helps me to survive
Show off those masks
Take them down
I will be proud of my life
Living in the perfect lie
Proud for being fake
Lie to you as much as you can take
Forgive me please
I can't resist
I want to lie
I want to cheat
Then laugh into your face
You're fool, you're just an idiot
You're thought that I've forgot?
Those hurtful things you've done to me
Those painful bruises on my skin
Millions of tears from my eyes
Consequences of your stupid lies
All those nights I was crying
All those days, pretending of smiling
It's not a living, just days of poor existence
All happiness that I've been missing
Miserable and destroyed
Played and fooled like a toy
My lord, if I deserved it all
Then take away from me this love
Let me suffer to the end
But don't leave me, take my hand
Punish me for things he wants to make
I want to see how much I still can take
See what else can make me break
As long as I'm betrayed
As long as I am fake
Love, sex, whatever ...I wanna make love with you tonightLove, sex, whatever ... in Free Verse More Like This
No one else just you and I
Wanna bring the fire and I wanna be burned
I'm not in love so don't be fooled
I see your eyes but I don't need that
You right next to me and that's all I want
Your body calling me and I feel a lot
But I never wanted more, you know I don't
Perfect body, gentle skin, sweet and tasty lips
That's all you and that's all I need
You're moving very slow to me
But let me be, that girl I want to be
Have you ever done this before?
Scream so much and begging for some more
Your eyes are full of desire
Your hands burning me like fire
I feel you inside me, I feel and I like it
So, please just go on I really want it more
I hear your hard breathing it's over my neck
We're moving so far so just don't go back
Your body on red silk sheets
So good that I can feel a heat
I don't remember your name
I didn't call for a fate
Few hours ago since we met
And now making love in your bed
So real but in the morning I'll go
It's not a love it's just a pass
Where the Pavement EndsI often dreamWhere the Pavement Ends in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as dreamers do;
of once upon a time.
The age of innocents,
where the pavement ends
and green pipelines
run on for miles.
I never had friends
as I did back then
always found me
in the summertime.
So blissfully ignorant
to dark roads ahead,
I lived my life
as if nothing would ever change.
These were the times,
those golden times
no matter how brief
they may have been.
So I remind myself
of this age innocents
and grow nostalgic
of the way things sometimes begin.
Feeding DaisiesYour name came up again today.Feeding Daisies in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It lingered in the air
just as you did;
dangling in the garage
from the rafters.
I suppose I could've said,
don't do it.
I've always had little tolerance
for such things.
Perhaps I lack compassion,
I'm just a heartless son of a bitch.
I've fought too hard in this life
to ever consider throwing it away.
You won't catch me feeding daisies before its time.
I will not lie down and die.
I will fight and persevere
with fierce determination.
I will spit blood
in the face of those who will kick me down.
I will stand tall,
as should you.
The Nature of ThingsHere, with my hands in the dirt.The Nature of Things in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I never imagined myself
as much of a gardener.
I never imagined I'd be much of a cook either,
let alone a poet.
knuckles so broken,
I can barely hold a pencil.
Every time I take a breath,
I feel the ribs that have not yet healed.
Though they should've,
So I guess I've changed.
So much so
there are times when I don't recognize myself
in the mirror.
who is this person standing before me?
Where did he come from?
When did he get here?
But I have no answers.
I guess this is the nature of things.
Though part of me longs to reach out.
To tell the `me that was,
there is a better way.
But there is no `me that was anymore,
only the `me
Falling HardYou love me in the morningsFalling Hard in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and hate me in the evenings.
Some say the sauce
is like truth serum.
I suppose in a sense
like a catalyst
for a raging heart.
spiral out of control
and large problems
Needless to say,
I don't drink much these days.
Maybe it's because
I don't trust myself
I don't trust you.
In either case,
I feel I should keep a clear head.
Because our situation
tends to go south
in a hurry.
You see it's all about fair-weather these days.
It has to be
with so much is wrong,
but it's storming outside
are falling hard.
The Last WordsIf these were the last wordsThe Last Words in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I could lend to you,
I would tell you
be true to yourself
Dreamers are beautiful,
even when those dreams
don't come true.
Perfection is a good thing,
as long as you finish
what you set out to do.
from the mistakes of others;
I've made a few.
Watch for grey skies
and avoid the evils
that men do.
Just be a good man
even when it seems
there are so few.
Follow your heart, son.
It will always keep you true.
So this is my message,
my message to you.
I know I don't have to say these things;
I guess it's just something
I should do.
You're a smart kid, though.
You taught me more
than I ever taught you.
you have my heart.
I love you.
Compounding WrongsWould've, could've, should've;Compounding Wrongs in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
wish I could make bank on hindsight.
as the leaves fell in preparation for winter,
I know we were our biggest problem.
Not having enough
or having too much to prove,
these were no excuses
for the things we did.
Of course you did pay the ultimate price
while I kept compounding wrongs.
Some say I owe the best kind of debt
the kind no one comes to collect,
but we all have to pay.
Today I got in a fight,
a young man with too damn much to prove.
I considered giving him a pass
because he reminded me of you,
Though I knew
he'd have none of it.
And so I got lucky,
just as I did the time before
and no more right in either case.
Now he's wishing we had never crossed paths
and I'm reminded of the difference
between twenty four
and thirty seven.
I may be wiser
I'm no more intelligent,
as I wait for the luck to run out.
I just hope, the lights don't go with it.
We Did It AllFifteen years of blissWe Did It All in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
isn't worth five years of misery.
While bliss may be an over statement,
in this life
we settle for what we can get.
I can tell you this much:
I was happy once,
though it seems like such a longtime ago.
I do miss a warm smile and an open heart,
the love of woman
that seems to know no boundaries,
but there are always boundaries.
We are just fools for not seeing them.
Contrary to popular belief
I did not start our demise,
but I sure did my share of damage
after the fact.
The thing is,
we always knew what not to do:
Don't lie, don't cheat,
and don't put your hands on one another.
As long as these things never happened
the rest would work itself out,
but in the end
we did it all.
A River of TearsWe all knewA River of Tears in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that first Christmas
would break even the blackest
though it made little difference
for I never knew anyone
as loved as you.
Of course you know me;
I did as I always do
trying to suppress that
which pains me the most.
I truly believed I was in control
until I received the last gift
you would ever give,
and I cried
a river of tears,
I cried to the thought of you
in that hospital bed
hanging from the edge of existence.
I cried to thoughts of you being read your last rites
when the machine
I cried at the thought
of never seeing you again
as I stood over you
at the funeral.
I cried all the tears
that had not yet fallen.
You broken me Grandma,
and I love you for it.
You always did your shopping early;
I guess I should have known.
Sixteen Plus ChangeSometimes, we just have too much on our plates.Sixteen Plus Change in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like bricks falling from the sky;
we can't possibly catch them all,
nor can we dodge them either.
I tell myself, everything will work out
because no matter how bad things seems to get
they always do.
Only this time is different,
because things will not work out for everyone
and it seems, there isn't a damn thing
I can do about it.
This is particularly hard on me,
you see I have always been a doer, a fixer
not because I choose to be, just because I am.
Maybe it's because I've had to fight for everything,
to earn every scrap. Or maybe,
it's because I know what it's like
to go without.
It's sad when you know how to be poor;
believe it or not, there is a skill to it.
The other night
my kid had a homework assignment:
three square meals
with twenty-five dollars to spend.
I did it
with sixteen plus change
I can't fix this.
The Greatest ConflictSome will say I am noble,The Greatest Conflict in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
while others will call me a fool;
all for not having the heart to put you out,
well, now I guess I'm neither.
The greatest conflict
one can ever know
is that which occurs within.
One half can't bear
to see you destitute;
can't bear to keep you.
It tears at the seams
of my very existence,
pushing me beyond limits
it tests my resolve and fortitude,
drives me to change.
There is a torment
that seems never ending,
but like all things
there is always
Hands get forced
and choices get made;
there are no favorable outcomes.
With all conflicts
there are casualties,
and we all become one
in the end.
When you are goneWhen you are gone, the world won't stop.When you are gone in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wars won't end, sea levels won't drop.
You can't stop poverty by not eating your food,
You won't halt anguish by darkening your mood.
You don't have feelings; you can't feel the pain;
To never see sunshine, to never see rain.
Sure, your depression ends, angst fades away;
But you can't be happy, your soul can't stay.
When you are gone, you will be free.
But please, spare a little thought for me.
You will be gone, I will remain.
I'll feel your anguish; I'll feel your pain.
In the day time, the sun won't be as bright;
Like there's an eclipse, like it's at night.
Memories will live on, shadows of time,
Of when you were here, when you were fine.
Eventually, slowly, I will move on.
But you cannot, since you will be gone.