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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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.
The Things I PonderPerhaps I was reading too much,The Things I Ponder in Free Verse More Like This
sucked into "The Corner of Bitter and Sweet"
where the older man with the grief-lined face
places flowers on the tombstone of his wife
and talks with her into the overcast sky.
While I listen to more songs about breaking down,
I wonder if I'll ever find someone of my own
willing to put lilies on my headstone
and tell me what's happening on the ground
though I have no breath to reply.
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
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
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?
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
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
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
DryadDryadDryad in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Born amid stars, sprouted a sprig divine
Followed by twig sprung out of fertile soil
Gold dust and feathers her temples shall foil
While juicy vines around her wrists entwine
One of forest folk like her mother dear
Robed in sheer sunlight, hair with bloom adorned
Sings tune of wisdom to heart of acorn -
- Oak tree, the home to that her life adheres
Angel of timber, woodland's tender ghost
Nymph with green wings of silky foliage
The branches provide shelter and salvage
To harmless soul that once tree dies, is lost
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
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
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
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
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
Soak My Feet In WineWhen the sun and the earth were in love, ever youngSoak My Feet In Wine in Free Verse More Like This
I was born on a full moon with silver clarity
I'm that woman who sleeps on olive groves
Who makes angels fall in love with men's daughters
And lets herself be tricked by your sweet spells
Who obeys the very impulse of her heart
Do you know who I am, where I came from ?
I live where stars grow bigger on a light breeze
Where butterflies were once flowers
Where God blessed my garden in Eden with peace
There, where I lay on a cloud softer than foam
When the day splits into two halves, you see me
My steps are as light as those of a chamois
My hair running wild; wings of an evil crow
My mouth has the roundness of a precious ring
Cheeks, two fields of roses blooming again
Under my feet grow trees, and remain ever green
You need my palms, you seek my blood and fear
Before you crave for more, grant me what I wish for
Kiss the ground before me, show me your loyalty
Borrow the devil's wings, bring me bouquets of stars
I want that purp
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
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
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.
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.
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.
CodaMy breasts were not perfect,Coda in Free Verse More Like This
but you could have made them so
had you plunged the knives there instead -
at least then, I would have seen them coming.
You punctured my lungs from behind
as I pressed forget-me-nots onto paper
where I had written you love notes
that I had yet to seal.
I painted my lips red, so when I kissed it
I would make a mark, even though you
preferred me fresh-faced, free of make up,
but I wanted something beautiful for you.
Betrayal felt the same as ice in my skin,
chilling, numbing, and merciless,
because I could not melt it.
Such a short time we had together,
our pas de deux, a short-lived joy,
before a violently sudden crescendo -
I struggled to my feet;
you did not pick me up that time.
I still heard music, so I spun and spun
to the sound of our song and my denial.
I retraced my steps from our genesis:
in my mind it was yesterday
and you were there, advancing slowly
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Through the Looking GlassYou're Alice through the glassThrough the Looking Glass in Free Verse More Like This
and hidden from your brothers -
Jacob, sloe eyed
with words that stuck
to the roof of his mouth
and dirty palms,
his feet terrified of running.
Michael - drowning,
thick with dreams
and the burden
of a mother's troubled love,
his voice unable
to find its way home.
You wanted to stay a child,
and chase rabbits
through the garden
and wear a crown
to tea parties
like the other girls you knew.
Not play house
and bury what you couldn't feel
deep enough to lose you.
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.
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
SuffocationI found a vintage denim jacketSuffocation in Free Verse More Like This
in the bottom of my mother's closet,
underneath a black-and-white montage
of shoebox photographs with burned edges.
Like she had been trying to asphyxiate
the memory of my father
but kept coming up for air.
SeafoamSeafoamSeafoam in Free Verse More Like This
is the hush of the ocean,
the glossy paint on your car,
the gleam in your eyes.
It's the ruffle of parchment in the glove compartment
of your susurrating '57 Thunderbird
as we leave the last rumble of brontide behind
on a salt-crushed highway.
Traces of powdered sugar noses
and mint milkshake lips
were cold reminders
of warm nostalgic days
when summer could melt the tarmac
like my bones under your gaze.
beaut(if)ulYou exist in thebeaut(if)ul in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
space where beautiful is a
SandcastlesI want to know your hands like I want your hands to know the wrecked coastline of my body, knotted kelp hair and driftwood spine, shell pink skin and sea glass eyes. Your hands are made for building sandcastles from leftovers; I have all the materials you’ll ever need if you’ll just make me beautiful.Sandcastles in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Burning LowBirthday candles dripBurning Low in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
wax on red icing roses
like melting icicles.
MatineeCredits rolling;Matinee in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an empty movie theater.
Arrived too early.
InfernoSeptember is a sultry tangleInferno in Free Verse More Like This
of curly hair and corduroy jackets stretched
over broad shoulders that I've been leaning on,
He won't press for answers
and I won't trouble him with my problems.
So he complains about the weather
he's never gotten used to these sticky, southern delta summers
while I hold the door
and press the call button.
The half-lit elevator drops us off above Dante's first layer.
I feel sorry for anyone beneath,
but I've indulgences to buy
and my own hell to return to.
But there's a light in my pocket
abandon not all hope,
The Watchmaker's Lover - RevisionYour clockwork appendagesThe Watchmaker's Lover - Revision in Free Verse More Like This
were cold to the touch.
The industrial complex of your mind
was grating gear against gear
where the unoiled works
kept clacking away; your atrium
was a tick-tocking machine
that counted the hours while the rust settled in.
The mainspring spiraled round
your mechanical heart tensed
so tightly it showed in your face,
in your quivering hands,
your troubled eyes.
The unlubricated escapement never
released, oxidized into place
from ages of neglect.
Your lonely footsteps echoed
under orange gaslamps submitting
to the glare of red lanterns.
Used parts are yours for the taking;
here, a hairspring; there, slender
legs under shredded petticoats.
The joints of your fingers corroded
with arthritis and green rust,
curled around curls
of Caryatids uncalibrated
to your pendulum swing.
Your flinted eyes filed flaws away,
groomed for the fluxing process.
Oscillating gears locked into place
before your backlash recoil
forced the dual mechanism apart
with shallow breaths emergin
SurrogateI stopped using his full titleSurrogate in Free Verse More Like This
because it started sounding too formal,
and it’s hard to be standoffish with someone
who swaps albums and memories so generously,
who loves German chocolate but hates the smell of oranges,
who knows me by my boneless,
drowsy form on the couch and by my words.
And maybe one day he’ll ask
me to drop the title altogether and call him Brad,
but I won’t.
Because it sounds too much like dad,
and I’m afraid of slipping up.
Off TopicIt takes twelve minutesOff Topic in Free Verse More Like This
to assemble sixteen desks
in a perfect circle.
Or as perfect as I can get it.
Then it takes another hour
for the first stragglers to wander in, seating themselves.
The professor always arrives seven
minutes before class begins.
He sits on the left side
while discourse flows easily among
the discordant voices.
The exchange rate on ideas
is ten seconds of silence for a halting opinion,
unsure of itself,
but backed up with a quoted passage
from page one twenty-three, read aloud then cut off -
contradicted by a second opinion.
The first voice breathes easy;
the spotlight eyes are elsewhere.
In the midst of interrupt,
the professor bends one knee
up to his chair, fixing
the loose knot of an old pair of loafers.
He ties a new knot without looking,
caught up in the dialogue
of his charges and finishes tightening
the strings as he raises his voice,
steering the dialouge back
to the topic at hand.
My worn pair of red
and white double-knotted Sketch
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.
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
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.
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.
Drink DeepWe are not yetDrink Deep in Free Verse More Like This
dead, but the
have you believe
that we are dying.
We have rehearsed
the methods of our
We make muses
from nature and
from each other.
We assume, like the
canyon's high-water mark,
that the floods
will not come.
Who am I
to say that
this is false,
that we have
that hold us apart-
(we are ever so slightly
levitating off the ground
and from each other.)
And the streets protest
by rehearsing the methods
of our end.
When our blood
turns to alcohol
and the first thing
they see of us
is the white
of our bones.
Before The Stars FadeThe world has grown smaller, more insignificantBefore The Stars Fade in Free Verse More Like This
Little men run about in the darkness, screaming their inanities
Quiet listening is abandoned in favor of shouting louder
over the top of one's neighbors
Dreams once soft and sweet have become meat for them
to tear apart and grind with their teeth, demanding recognition
But no one is ever fulfilled, untiringly grasping at shadows
The world shrinks a little more, and children grow up fast
I can hear the screaming and shouting from my bed, through
closed windows, all want to make their presence known
Seeing like a cat, hearing like a bat, I feel the need to go out and
shout with them, to howl my existence, to
eat fresh dreams
Dying is no way to live, but its all we seem capable of doing
Last one on earth, please turn off the lights
Maybe we can remember one dream that hasn't been mauled, one last time
One smile before the stars all fade and we're left with nothing
and become nothing
Notes To SelfItchy grindy nervewracked jitterNotes To Self in Free Verse More Like This
Blinds closed against the July sun
Awake, alive, annoyed with the world
Note: need beer, now, later might be
Show me something good in the world
Something not monstrous and vile
Awake, drained, attuned to the noise
Note: see shrink Tuesday, call doc
River monsters deliver yesterday's news
I can't help but read again anyway
Over and over in a circle of sorrow
Note: hear the river's secrets, discuss
Why's the day so bright and warm
Without you in it, should be dark and cold
Coming apart at the seams, twittering gibberish
Note: stay out of the river, causes
Three ShipsWe sailed in three ships, with three crosses, afterThree Ships in Free Verse More Like This
the three singers died
The father, the son, and me, the bastard grandson
who kept the count
Black water, ribbons of black clouds, illumined by
the strange moonlight
There were no stars in the sky that night, only
in the ground
Smooth ripples, silent bells, the world holding its breath
Waiting for the docking, and the three fires, and
sparks flying up into the starless sky
to form three new ones
Soul JuiceSqueeze out the last drops in glorious colorSoul Juice in Free Verse More Like This
The rind is mashed, rotten, ruined
But the juice is beautiful
When I dream of myself, or others, we're
always in our prime
StarsFat and fuzzy stars tonight, baby blue comfortStars in Free Verse More Like This
Singing lullabies, soothing through the cold clear night
Promises of spring;
Windowpane lookers, abandon your sorrow
Wide-eyed children, believe that tomorrow
Unseen, the stars
The stars still sing
Rusty Scissors 1Run with rusty scissors through the bleak October nightRusty Scissors 1 in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams have turned to nightmares and the end is now in sight
Wildwood spirits free-fly through the limbs of screaming trees
Screech an October tune, a mindless howling for release
Summers dead and so are the leaves that lately were so bright
The world is now an old movie, filmed in black and white
Nocturnal creatures' eyes stare, waiting for their feast
Fall upon the scissors and satiate the beasts
MovingMy face wears the care of a million mile’s walkMoving in Free Verse More Like This
Through the darkest of places, out of step, out of time
I bear the burden of a thousand lost nights on my back
And lend myself to distant voices, some laughing
Sounds of the city will soon disappear, I’ll find quiet
At last; I wonder if I can stand it?
I knew solitude once, long ago
I sometimes think this life’s all been a dream
But the soles of my shoes beg to differ
Tallmy words are green tonightTall in Free Verse More Like This
written in the air in a neon glow
standing on the corner in the snow
reciting poetry from memory
i feel very tall
there is power in words
and tonight i'm in control
looming large and strong and
and feeling very tall
have i had too much? no,
just enough to clearly see
my shoulders are straight, my
head held high
speaking green words
and very, very tall
Eventthe stars are sharp and the wind has teethEvent in Free Verse More Like This
night is black as a bodybag
clanking, buzzing sounds surround
as the wind has its way with the town
dimlights from the hospital over there
cheerios in milk over here
the night ripped in two by the surgeons saw
the dreamless, the hopeless, the flawed
(sometimes the world shifts on its axis
and never settles right again)
the wind is sharp and the stars have teeth
chewing through the darkness
eating dreams, vomiting dust to the ground
the surgeon pulls his mask down
nothing more that we could do
goodnight, i've other things to tend to
bonesaw and flatline sounds surround
as the wind has its way with the town
InsomniacheMad stallions jump the fenceInsomniache in Free Verse More Like This
no sheep here
No singsong lullabies sweet-sung
no sleep here
Across the sea of mossy trees a light
burns in the night
Black clowns skulk and the stars are
much too bright
Church choirs sing dirges about
No sweetsongs sung about going
to a better home
Across a range of undreamt dreams
lurk the evil things
That keep shadows alive and
mad stallions jumping
Teeth-chattering insomniache way down
in my bones
No happy-ending bedtime stories in
rows of tombstones
Across the chasm of empty thoughts
TVs flicker in the houses
Barbed wire separates the beds
of humans and their spouses
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
A Poets DreamSomeday I will steal a poetA Poets Dream in Free Verse More Like This
and make her yearn for me.
Her eyes will be as beautiful
as the words she speaks.
In the night
I will make her sing.
When morning comes
to shine its light,
those eyes will hold no resentment
She will place no blame upon my skin,
She will see me for who I am.
She will see me for me.
At that moment
I will light her way
will smile for 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 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.
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.
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
Stay ComfortableI offeredStay Comfortable in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to steal you away once,
but you maintained
I want you to know,
you made the right decision.
would only have caused you pain.
Because in this life
only one thing
is for certain:
can always get worse.
So stay comfortable,
isn't that far