Reach through the bubble
Orbits of shooting stars
Too flawless to be real
Those perfect circles suffocate
Crush the dormant fear
Memories of tomorrow drip down oh so loud
In a world where corners have not been invented
You're standing in your tears of joy
Or maybe it's another boy
Who offers you a scared gaze
From the mirror
Do you still wish truth's voice to sound clearer?
The CrusadeThe CrusadeThe Crusade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your fingertips imprinted
On plaster of my skin
Your curves upon mine tilted
About to commit sin
Room enveloped by darkness
Only your pale skin shines
As you cover my bareness
Arms become clinging vines
If my body is temple
Then may you be my priest
You, boy who's lips now tremble
Inside him roaring beast
So let your prayers tender
Now echo in my ears
To your sword I surrender
Quench thirst with virgin tears
Gathered in silken goblet
Yearn's my reason for crying
Get drunk with every droplet
Of boiling holy wine
I feel your pillars harden
Right after they touch ground
Exploring secret garden
For treasures to be found
Be careful with tongue drawing
An illegible map
Of pure snow that you're thawing
In country of my lap
That river harsh might drown you
Or make you hide in cave
Where warriors drop their armour
And master becomes slave
Prayer To LovePrayer To LovePrayer To Love in Free Verse More Like This
In world of grey
Chained in my arms
You've no chance other than stay
Here in this bed
Far from regret
Warmed by the thread
Of secrets better left unsaid
Eyes shine like coal
Digging a hole
In sheets that now contain your soul
While hungry wolves and fingers prowl
On nights like this
When lonely wind keeps weeping
I pray for love to find you sleeping
Here by my side
One time after another
First like my lover
And then like my brother
Blisters And BlissBlisters And BlissBlisters And Bliss in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though city lights show pavement gleaming
In hidden corners tears are streaming
A broken heart to purify
Heretic thoughts tempt righteous falling
While sin viciously keeps on strolling
Some twisted truth to testify
Each day new hand the old replaces
And soon the crowd counts thousand faces
All of them turned the other way
Who is to blame for rage tormenting
That seems to never be relenting,
Dreams those don't make it through the day?
Though world's dark shadows keep deceiving
To save yourself don't stop believing
In word that carved in gold stays plain
And like an angel's wing defending
Brings bliss, hope and peace neverending
Love makes sun shine despite the rain
RehabRehabRehab in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ubiquitous sense of failure
Drills holes into what was soul
Content, tranquil waterfall
That swallowed both ships and sailors
Moments of true pain brought panic
An acute need to restore
What once was, will be no more
Blurs the simplest truth's reflex
Leaving blistered faith perplexed
For false prophet's recognition
Arrows wasted on star chasing
Just bare hands for self-defense
Sinner's zeal's the most immense
Eye-corners with wrinkles gracing
Stitched LipsStitched LipsStitched Lips in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In front of you I'm powerless
Wind's breath lost among willows
So it's only my pillows
To whom love I can confess
Sometimes I wish to disappear
My voice and hands do tremble
Then all I do is ramble
On my own and swallow tear
So bitter compared to a kiss
I once hope to deliver
Sultry, yet tender quiver
Will provide that I won't miss
Until then I'll keep my lips stitched
Reveries my heart feeding
At least dreams won't be bleeding
For their treasure have been ditched
Paramour CavalcadeParamour CavalcadeParamour Cavalcade in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Slipping through the streets
Of hometown withering
Where bodies don't matter
Nor do faces
Those I see reflected
On wet pavement -
- Pillows to the hopeless
I may try to turn my head away
But this time of year
Even treetops resemble
A fish bone union, pitchforks and tridents
Stabbing the sky
That bleeds rain
In a desperate attempt
To clean Augeas' stables
Abandoned by their holder
Who left his herds to run wild
Or rot alive
As they please...
I run for life
And meet whores holding hands
All stepping aside
They make a corridor
For paramour cavalcade
My boys in fancy outfits
Carrying a wedding bed
A casket for me to work out in it
A hammock where they
Could finally find some peace of mind
And rest forevermore
Sarcastic laughter of sun
Fills my ears
Although I plugged them both
With my point-fingers
The king not been crowned
Allows himself to lose change
Of his light with such arrogant decadence
And beggars keep stuffing their pockets
Hunt For Wind And RainHunt For Wind And RainHunt For Wind And Rain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're a master of disaster
And you know I am no better
So forgive this little
Lack of confidence
I put into our surprisingly
In union of two beings those
Let's now be honest - shatter
And break practically everything that gets into their hands
You're scared of losing love
For then you would again be lonely
While I'm afraid of giving it
As I've always been used
Ghosts of fears and guilts
From past still follow our steps wanly
How can I trust among all
Those faces I'm the only
One you want and care about? Lest my heart will be bruised...
You say in love's no guarantee
Or it just becomes duty
Chasing after affection
Is like hunt for wind and rain
But I don't want to waste
My life reviving forlorn beauty
Nor watch pure angel's wings
Slowly turn sad, ragged and sooty
And long ago I learned pleasure goes hand in hand with pain
Daughter Of Ancient GodsDaughter Of Ancient GodsDaughter Of Ancient Gods in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a wishing well
Hiding dream's murkiest depths
Born of winter's pure breath
On drifter's wrinkled face
A mayfly's memory
Of warm June afternoons
Those will not ever come
Or vanished much too soon
I am a pearl in mud
A diamond in the dirt
The storm-clock ticking fast
A song you've never heard
High-priestess from the past
Caring for gods' delight
Vow quietly pronounced
In temple of the night
I am a raven's claw
Spirit you'll hardly tame
A Vestal warrior
Healing wounds with a flame
Silent dove's crying eye
Hurts me more than a sword
Stars, mist and foliage
Build my eternal fort
What Men Must DoWhat Men Must DoWhat Men Must Do in Free Verse More Like This
Our love profane will make you pay
For every note of laughter
Greedy for saliva and sweat
Eventually your tears
Born to circulate in fountains
Where after climax follows downfall
Splashing on little Cupids
Who keep pulling on their devilish tails
Lies taste so sweet sliding along
The tongue teasing your ears
Although they are just remakes
Of songs you've heard before
Deliver music to fellow men
And women for that matter
Kisses profound like a merry-go-round
Shall haunt you in your sleep
While half-burned words on pages blank
Fill fireplace with weep
My lonely grieving hands there delve
Smudge ashes on cold lips
In sad outdated love letters
Memories die and burn
Me, like all other men, for life,
I am sentenced to yearn
Wordless RhymesWordless RhymesWordless Rhymes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Midnight paints the whole world black
Angel's wings as well as lies
You get all in one pack
That my restless hand supplies
Warm avalanche of my hair
Curtain to make vision blur
Forbids audience to stare
At where secrets now allure
You stay quiet, baby, hush
Just surrender to my lips
Tonight there's no need to rush
When I hold on to your hips
From my tongue slip wordless rhymes
Let them slide across your skin
I'll taste you a thousand times
From your thighs up to your chin
Although sometimes I am rough
And my nature makes me tease
Of that you can't get enough
Moan with pain, then sigh with ease
When you suffer, I carress
To relieve the aching need
That you so sweetly confess
So I'll give you what you plead
WasteWe've ruined the lakes, the ponds, the streamsWaste in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and marred our soil with urban dreams -
Eden blighted by machines.
We plot and scheme; we plot and scheme.
We scorch the earth and sear the air;
our poison, seething everywhere,
destroys and leaves our country bare.
We do not care; we do not care.
Humanity has learned too late
our Eden is a fallow state;
and what we've sown will nere abate.
We reap our fate; we reap our fate.
BrotherMy reluctant brother -Brother in Free Verse More Like This
grey suited hair
and that scar
beating on your lip
like an unfortunate rhyme -
long have I thought of you.
Your pockets are shallow wastrels
and in the crisp folds
of your trousers,
I find that time
is a leper -
an ill-fated star
that pocks this dream witted night
and turns my tears
to sober music.
For I have found your hopes
a hollow thing -
your promises a cold frost
for my supper
and all your pretty words
the still birth of my misfortune.
HarvestDon't seek your savior here -Harvest in Free Verse More Like This
caught behind his mother's skirts,
lapping up morning
from her apron
with a child's sad wisdom.
This church is closed,
from the rough fumes
of birch and blistered nails
burning out the faithful.
There is no redemption today,
nothing but a fresh harvest of thorns
and love carried carelessly
like a wasteland
in his pockets.
MinotaurHer minotaur bows lowMinotaur in Free Verse More Like This
of a deft approach
some way in
some tiny gift
an offering of rain
left killing on the grass.
She senses him,
the bristle of jaw
jarring the forest,
and the long white of her arms
the value of fear.
But his eyes
go blank at her glance,
the snare of heat
at her wrist,
and his warm flank
telling her new myths
are for bleeding.
In PiecesThey sent him home in pieces -In Pieces in Free Verse More Like This
heart in a box;
bladder and spleen disinfected,
wrapped up like a birthday.
His legs followed suit,
each one mended
and folded like an accordion -
toes tightly shut,
and knees zipped.
Next came his arms,
two delinquent acrobats -
first the right one
tightly sleeved and fitted,
waving like the last night
of the circus;
then the left -
its listless shrug
shriveled under the tissue paper.
His torso followed discreetly
as if wondering
where everybody went
and who would still be up
at this hour.
His head came last -
crated like apples at Christmas;
his eyebrows permanently surprised
upon his forehead
and his tongue
a final, flat declaration
VestibuleAutumn's vestibule -Vestibule in Free Verse More Like This
oak leaves find me in colors
no one has ever heard of
and bark peels back
its second skin,
supple with new birth.
Somewhere deep inside
pine soaks through
the forest floor -
lush needles underneath,
a damp and fragrant sponge,
where I trace the flight.
of lazy monarchs,
blown far from home
by September's beck and call.
MiracleYou said Jesus knows my soulMiracle in Free Verse More Like This
is yellow as this road;
and the boats in the channel
keep my head clear
while I watch him
drown my sister's dog again.
He calls it baptism -
a miracle of science.
He says I do not need a calendar
or a parent's love
to find Him
on the weak and narrow
and that solace
is a good, strong bread
left in the poor box
every Sunday morning.
But I like to pretend
He keeps his Dodge 57
on my lawn,
turning up the daisies.
We can drive it
all the way to Memphis
on one tank of gas...
Mad ManI think I lost usMad Man in Free Verse More Like This
in a glass of scotch -
going down like
every mad man
I ever envied.
Why did I believe
your lips tasted
sweet and heathen
like the heather
I laid you in
that last night
I came home?
I had a thing
for damaged women,
and you could drink
your mother's last words
HopeThe sky is violet this morning, theHope in Free Verse More Like This
sunlight through the open blinds tinted
I'm going out into this day, leave the
slatted darkness behind and bathe in the
Soon the snow and silence will be gone, and
I will become accustomed to birdsong again
Soon the longshadows won't stab and pain
will be a fading memory
I will live again
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
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
CheeseAfter all that cheese, there was nothing to be done but walk backwards the two miles to my green hotel room, shouting "Queso! Queso!" A lumberjack lumbered after me, he'd been to the event and had as much as I had, but he refused to walk backwards, only to speak backwards. "Oseuq! Oseuq!"Cheese in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Do you remember that night we drank the whole five hundred TV stations and fast-forwarded into the twenty-second century, naked and screeching like crows? I don't either, but it was an unforgettable night. The pizza is incredible in the future.
Circling the DrainThread the needle with diseaseCircling the Drain in Free Verse More Like This
Incubate the hand that feeds
Sit on a park bench, watch the twilight
Hoard the memories 'til they're flat
Trade your Cubs cap for a black hat
Sit in the dark, watch cigarette tips
Green Jello, little white pills
Headache, backache, fever, chills
Circle the drain now, everyone must
SanctuaryHer sanctuary is a treehouseSanctuary in Free Verse More Like This
Down in the hallowed hollow
She dances with ghosts and dreams of things
Of paths that she might follow
The old songs play, the dolls watch quietly
She sings along and schemes
Of ways to turn back the clock and restart
With straighter, better-sewn seams
Three men on her mind, one now gone
One with her, one all alone
She wonders which one will be there
When life comes down to the bone
Sing, Joanie sing, sing out loud
Dance with your ghost and smile
One day the man from the faerytale
Will bring down the moon for a while
Valentines DayA new painting of an old place, lackluster, limned in desperationValentines Day in Free Verse More Like This
Blueblack is the color of despair, yellow hesitation
Ghosts dance elegantly, you and me we do the hokey-pokey
When we turn ourselves about, we're looking away at ghosts
On Valentines Day I gave you spectacles, you gave me an urn
An old painting of a new place, oceans, trees illumined in white glare
Green is the color of ghostfear and jealousy, your eyes
Ashes from the river, the hollow, wrapped gentle in ebru
Cast upon the wind, they fly, now we dance so divine
On Valentines Day you gave me tiny shells, I gave you a key
Always YouOpen my head, reach in, see what you pull outAlways You in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing but images of you
You in the Hallowed Hollow, you in fancy dress
Flying with the crows through the winter snow
It's always only you
You're on my TV selling cars, fighting mutant worms on Mars
You're in my fridge behind the juice, on jar lids just a bit too loose
You're in my closet wearing my jeans, somehow they fit you better than me
You're in my car, you're in the air, you're in my dreams in your underwear
Open my arm, my vein, see what I bleed out
Nothing but platelets of you
You in the spotlight in New York, you dressed all in white
Healing, working, dancing, dreaming
It's always only you
TiredI am tired, heavy-footed, worn with wear I wear my hairTired in Free Verse More Like This
Cold air blows through windows trying to nip the buds
I watch the cigarette smoke whip through the air currents
Saddened by the sun's insistence, shining on a day like
I am rust, I am crushed metal, junkyard darkness, graveyard
I can't remember when I remembered what I'm trying so hard
Fire in oil drums replace the sun and the screaming and singing's
I can't sing anymore, like Clancy can't, and the noise in my head's a
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
Laugh, Love and LiveLaugh, Love and Live.Laugh, Love and Live in Free Verse More Like This
The only contagious and infectious cure.
Considered something natural and pure.
Uncontrollable but influential,
In times of need it is deemed essential.
We each have our own signature expression.
The ever lasting opposite to depression.
Known to provoke tears of delight.
Even when heaven seems out of sight.
Something that can lighten any situation.
The RealityRealityThe Reality in Free Verse More Like This
Will we ever realise
That in real life
The amount of real lies
My Musical InterludeMy Musical Interlude.My Musical Interlude in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Whenever I'm lost in my thoughts.
My music will guide me
Whenever I'm alone.
My music will accompany me.
Whenever I'm depressed.
My music will comfort me.
Would You?Would You?Would You? in Free Verse More Like This
If I sung the same song everyday.
Would you remember the lyrics?
If I told you the world will end tomorrow.
The Daily NewsThe Daily News.The Daily News in Free Verse More Like This
Her mouth moved indifferently.
Unrealistic words seeped out.
I looked around overwhelmed by emotion.
A deathly silence breaches the living room.
Her eyes focussed on the eggshell white walls.
She continued to explain the situation.
My ears reluctantly accepted her unwarranted sounds.
My feet uncomfortably amuse the Egyptian rug.
Tears begin to formulate as the moment progresses.
My eyes uncontrollably confront her tolerant frame.
No words can soothe this disturbing atmosphere.
My expressive arms comfort this worrying warrior.
You hear about these scenarios every day.
But you never stop to think what if it comes your way.
How will you react? What words will you say?
Would you be able to handle the pressure? Or will you run away?
Will you submit to your lord, kneel down and pray?
Would you consume alcohol to keep the demons at bay?
You hear about these scenarios every day.
But never stop to think what if one day.
It decides to comes your way.
Life Without SamsonLife without SamsonLife Without Samson in Free Verse More Like This
As I lie in front of the granite casing
Canonized by the sight of the one I love
Longing for his tender touch, to be in his reach again
I often smell the distinctive scent of his uniform
Surround myself with his garments
But only when he's not around
When he's around I must appear to be strong and stable
The constant questions of innocence and ignorance are impossible to answer
But he doesn't understand and I hope he never will
Life must continue and progress
I must now be his granite casing
To shield him from the bitterness and harshness of reality
But who will protect and support me?
Who is there to caress and look after me?
Who do I lean on and run to?
The granite casing can only do so much
But yet here I lie against it still
Even after all this time
Hoping to find strength
Just Maybe a Song PoemJust Maybe a Song Poem.Just Maybe a Song Poem in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Maybe there was more I could've said.
Now all that's left are pictures in my head.
I can never say my feelings were misled.
My pencil was once filled with love has been replaced by lead.
I thought with my heart and loved with my head,
I tried to shelter you from all the tears that you shed.
I let her escape and let it all fall apart instead
Off giving her the kiss of life, reviving us from the dead.
Maybe there was more I could've done.
Unravelled from the web, what lies I have spun.
Commitment shy perhaps, I was always on the run.
She has taken my breath away, its like I've lost a lung.
I never meant to fall; but somehow I was stunned.
Cupid has updated his artillery; the arrow has been replaced with a gun.
She has my only receipt its no longer possible to refund.
My bed was once made for many but my heart always was made for one.
Maybe there was more I could've said.
Maybe there was more I could've done.
Now all that's left are pictu
Harmonious InterdependenceHarmonious InterdependenceHarmonious Interdependence in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'God created the lamb but he also made the tyger'
As the light longs for the dark,
And the motorway is situated parallel to a park.
We discover these two entities are reliant on one another.
Just as a murder needs a victim
And total anarchy needs a codified system.
We recognize these two forces are sister and brother.
Stereotypically the same way fire is obliged to water,
An innocent lamb must go to the slaughter.
We unravel that opposites that are self-reliant is just a mere cover.
At the place where vengeance encounters compassion,
And were verbal phrasing combines with action.
We identify that winter co-exists with summer.
Just as hostile enemies needs commendable friends,
And the beginning of a story must always have an eventual end.
We accept the fact that every offspring is a prerequisite of a mother.
Everyone and everything must have a polarised partner.
There can be no tranquillity without the occurrence of disaster.
We discover these two entities are
VirtuallyVirtuallyVirtually in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Continue OnHow can I continue?Continue On in Free Verse More Like This
Down this winding road,
With all the lies I knew;
Becoming dark and true,
Like the sleeping thundercloud.
How can I continue?
Along this narrow lane,
I'm not sure if there is a clue;
Bleeding clear and blue,
Like the stinging winter rain.
How can I continue?
Up this towering hill,
Is it really old or acting new;
Breathing smoke and dew,
Like the snarling immaterial mill.
The Last GoodnightUnder this imperial moonlight,The Last Goodnight in Free Verse More Like This
With its enduring ghostly gaze:
I bid you goodnight.
Back into the shadows of the sane,
I wander and disappear without a trace.
Above this utopian plight,
Consumed by a serpentine snare;
I bid you goodnight.
Lost atop roofs stinging with rain,
I stop and haunt those who stare.
Beside this draconian might,
With it's corrupting black breath;
I bid you goodnight.
Ensnared in jaws of scorching breath,
I strike and wait for my death.
Brain-DeadIs my brain in a daze?Brain-Dead in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot write another lucid line,
That could possibly even rhyme.
It must be a miracle I must confess,
That words have failed me no less.
Is my brain really dead?
I mean there's only a silent sound,
Coming from all around.
It must be a curse I must respect,
That much I have to accept.
Is my brain in despair?
I regret this composition isn't clear,
But I'm losing my way I fear.
All I need is the spark of fire,
To ignite my heart's one true desire.
InternalWhy should I worry about you?Internal in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe it's because,
I have nothing else to do.
So give me a round of applause,
As I turn my back on the life I knew.
Why should I ignore your smile?
Maybe it's reassuring,
That I find your expression so vile.
I hear your cadence suppressing,
My mind as I wander that misery mile.
Why should I remember that face?
Maybe it's scarred,
Or are the wounds so out of place?
See all the lesions laid bared,
By grimaces of my own demonic grace.
Why should I not return?
Maybe I'm wrong,
But those empty eyes in me burn.
Yet I'll come back as strong,
Even if my terror in me does not turn.
Never Look BackDown this lonely railway track,Never Look Back in Free Verse More Like This
I look forward never turning back.
Even when everything seems so black,
And the sun is shrouded in the dark:
I'll keep my head and show my hope.
Down this strange highway road,
I walk away never looking back.
Here am I bearing this pedantic load,
While hounds follow me and bark:
I'll lift my face and hide my fear.
Down this chaotic urban lane,
I wander along never thinking back.
To those timid times when I was sane,
And life was nothing more than a lark:
I'll blink my eyes and reveal my desire.
Down this anarchic country path,
I travel afar never going back.
Since all I feel inside is pure wrath,
But it only leaves a woeful mark:
I'll cover my sight and blind my rage.
CuriosityHey you, what's new?Curiosity in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me something,
I don't know.
Hey, I'd want to hear too,
Even if what you say ain't true.
Hey you, what's new?
Tell us anything;
We mean: now.
I would but grab yourself a pew,
And all I'll say is: you don't have a clue.
On Pain of DeathIt's like a blade from below,On Pain of Death in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden deep in crystal snow.
Stabbing through your eternal soul,
Forever in your fearless nightmares;
Never to die or let you go.
It's like an arrow in the air,
Aiming straight to your deathly stare.
Piercing into your mortal skin,
Always in your aching reality;
Where pain bites you often.
It's like a dagger from the dust,
Eating further into your human crust.
Breaking apart your diseased bone,
Suffer in your silent dreams;
While agony treats you alone.
The Madness of SadnessHow can I maintain this madness?The Madness of Sadness in Free Verse More Like This
Do I act out all these idiosyncratic days,
In so many unimaginable ways?
That I forget why I cry or sleep in tears,
Or how I believe in fabricated fears.
How can I sustain this sadness?
Can't I ignore these monotonous nights,
With it's less than trivial sights?
Then I question why I despair or wake in misery,
Or how I reside in an artificial conspiracy.
Shoot Me!Go ahead and shoot me!Shoot Me! in Free Verse More Like This
My scornful friend, my bitter love.
Am I committing a cold crime,
Because these lines did rhyme?
Go ahead and shoot me!
Not in my flaming neck.
Oh great: I am dead now I suppose?
Because of witless words I compose.
Go ahead and shoot me!
Am I truly and honestly well?
For you it can never be really right,
Because I lack emotion in what I write?
AcheThere's an ache in my heart,Ache in Free Verse More Like This
And it's tearing me apart.
Oh, where do I even start?
I caught you in a blink,
Then we discussed and we did drink.
There's a lump in my throat,
And it's making me choke.
Oh, was this all a joke?
I suffered in your grace,
Then we perambulated over to your place.
There's a twitch in my eye,
And it's causing me to cry.
Oh, just tell me why?
I loved you for a night,
Then you slipped away from my sight.
Let go ControlPiper honey, play me a songLet go Control in Free Verse More Like This
full of hangnails and heartache
and a promise broken on every note
that walks away, to leave me wanting
Caterpillar sweetheart, show me your wings
those spines of snow and silk not yet so full
of lust and colour, too vibrant that the masses
beg in awe, for the relief in locked doors.
Lover darling, teach me to dance
with powerful strokes and tender tips of
fingers glancing and dancing and teasing
lead by the lips of an angel, a taste
and a smile, of saccharine love,
that hangs Adam for being a man.
FairytaleI don't write about loveFairytale in Free Verse More Like This
and happily ever afters
because misery is my mistress
and pain my paramour.
No starry eyes
plucked from the heavens
to tempt me with
Eden's forbidden fruits and
Eve's forgotten secrets.
There are no mysteries
hidden under your skirt
like ribbon tied gifts
to lure my lust and
douse my mind
in impious flames.
The key to my heart
held in my own hands
like an iron vice
that won't be melted
by your imitation love
only pried, from
my cold, dead fingers.
I don't write about love
and happily ever afters
because I can only poison love
and murder the fairytale ending.
Love is deadWhat did you expect?Love is dead in Free Verse More Like This
A fairytale prince and a happily ever after?
you're not a princess.
Cry me a river,
with those fake tears
and drown yourself in it.
You're just a doll
and dolls are meant
to be toyed with.
I can hear you, screaming
and I know,
that you're screaming,
I'll break you,
just to show you,
that I can
and you'll hate me for it.
How can you reject my love,
when I can see that look
in your eyes?
That look, it's telling me to love you.
Why don't you want my love, darling?
Perfectly FlawedShe's hidingPerfectly Flawed in Free Verse More Like This
in the corner again,
just like when she was little.
She thinks that if
she turns her back
on the world,
that it won't be able
to see her tears.
no one will hear
But, her corner
isn't as secluded
as she might want.
their own haven,
and there are only
so many places
Sooner or later,
you run into someone.
Someone who is running
from the same things you are,
in the same direction,
to the same place.
It's not fate,
just the world
in all the right ways.
Two lonely jigsaw pieces, sliding into place.
The pieces coming together
are one thing,
but pulling them apart
is nearly impossible.
Some things are just meant to be,
for better and worse.
Tick TockIt scares you doesn't it?Tick Tock in Free Verse More Like This
Tick Tock - fear the clock,
shut the door and twist the lock.
You always ran away when you got scared.
Tick Tock - fear the clock,
slide on down, wait for the knock.
You just don't know how to deal with it.
Tick Tock - fear the clock,
listen close and hear them mock.
You wish that they'd all just go away.
Tick Tock - fear the clock,
burn the door and break the lock.
You forsake all of the bridges we built together.
Tick Tock fear the clock,
in the dark, like birds they flock.
You can't stand living in this lie one second longer.
Tick Tock smash the clock
bleed out time, and love the shock.
You don't have to hide from me.
I love you for you and that will never change.
Words will be enoughi know that words are not enoughWords will be enough in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to separate me from these crowds
and reach you far up there,
at your castle in the clouds
born in different worlds,
under stars, galaxies apart
with nothing shared or common
but the bonds of a lonely heart
one heart filled with kindness
and the other filled with love
divided by a fate so blind
and those cruel gods of above
i know that words will never be enough
and i'll never have a shot
but i'll keep writing you these letters
because they're all i've got
Death and RebirthHe's the boy with the threadbare eyes,Death and Rebirth in Free Verse More Like This
a bruised face and chest criss-crossed by scars.
All because god wanted someone to screw with
and brought him into the world
with a bottle of whiskey for a father
and a shot of heroin as his mother.
He's the boy who can't feel anymore,
his heartbeat gone, is he even still alive?
Just how much more punishment,
can this one kid take?
Before fate finishes the job,
that it started sixteen years ago.
He's the boy who's fighting for a way out of hell.
But even the strongest find a breaking point
and death is not a god, it does not discriminate.
Look closely and you'll see;
every man is equal in destruction.
He's the boy who hoped for justice on earth,
only to find respite in a noose,
with a dream,
that all men are created equal
and salvation lies in the ashes.
Dreamingif you don't like it here, why not just get up and leaveDreaming in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there's a world out there that you wouldn't believe
dragons and wagons and flagons of ale
ships bigger than cities and oceans to sail
but there's thugs and there's bullies, cutpurses and thieves
so young to be walking around so naive
because something is taken for everything gained
leaving the end of the day disappointed and drained
so why you ask do you keep coming back
for a bite and a nibble of this wonderful snack
well the real world is good every now and again
but after a while everything just looks so plain
so wrap up your blankets and hide under bed
start dreaming in daytime and forge on ahead
maybe one day you'll live to be wiser than me
but you've got years left of dreaming until then to see
Stilla hot summer breeze blows inStill in Free Verse More Like This
the children of the night
out of their sky
plummeting down to earth
drops of mercury
drops of venus
drops of mars
land on my tongue
the bittersweet taste
that I long for
they taste like you
Wonderland Conundrums1Wonderland Conundrums in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
How did white roses
grow in so malevolent
a place? No time left,
even if scarlet paint could
save us. We've reached our last day.
A vanishing cat
leaves its grin behind! Can you see
it, lodged in your mind?
I can spot oxymorons
easily. No grin fools me.
An Early DilemmaThe volume is set close to the margin of silence, ghost music is all that'sAn Early Dilemma in Free Verse More Like This
left to hear.
I'm listening to its whispered portents, its enigmatic tales of lust and fear
I know already the censor is busy, he's classifying my lifeful of
Still, there is no silence to be broken,
Encircled 2Encircled 2 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Within a bright sphere
a complete world seems contained,
just for a moment.
This might be a soothsayer's
crystal ball, where trapped light writhes.
Close ReadingHow do you readClose Reading in Free Verse More Like This
a spiritual poem?
Listen for the silences
that resonate within the lines,
between the poet's words,
that set up sympathetic
vibrations in the secret depths
of the mind.
That which you might discover
lies beyond the amplitude of speech.
Spoken WordIn my childish way I loved to exploreSpoken Word in Free Verse More Like This
the varied flavours in a mouthful of words
I loved the tastes and textures of particles,
emphatic pronouns, elliptical passive verbs.
I loved them all!
I would whisper them, mutter them, bellow them
and stutter them, becoming so drunk on their potency
I could hardly stand.
I collected words, discovering fresh moods and colours,
new every day. I loved to extemporise, creating spells
that left the world unchanged, while they reverberated
deep within the spaces of my brain.
I discovered means to make words dance,
living a trance of incantation, high on verbal melody,
an addict who would never be free of his verbal habit.
Tough LoveHer hand makes blistering contact with his face,Tough Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the blaze of pain ignites against the flesh of his cheek.
He hears her shrieked words rain down upon his helplessness,
as fierce as the blow she landed on his tender flesh. He knows
that snot and tears smother his face. He knows too that fear
has loosed his bladder. Helpless before her wrath, he is consumed
with shame. She crashes the door behind her, but still her
rant fills all the empty spaces in the modest terraced house.
He cowers, balled up on the floor, wrapping his misery about him.
They're alone since his father left. He has only her to rely on.
BewareIt takes a calm earBeware in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to hear a fortune teller
without self deceit.
Tomorrow Never Knows"Turn off your mind" -Lennon began to sing the gospel of Leary,Tomorrow Never Knows in Free Verse More Like This
(the professor had borrowed it from an ancient book of the dead)
his song an early token of the acid dawn, close, but not as yet breaking,
not yet the deluge of Strawberry Fields and Yellow Submarines.
It was the first song they recorded for the set, but on the album
it's the closing sound, the last thing you hear before the Revolver stops spinning.
I was numbered then among those hungry young
who heard so much more than the simple lyric words appeared to say.
It was the chorus of a new dawn, one that would prove
to be an overture for a long and stormy day.
Breaking FreeLife’s fierce currents dragged us apart long ago.Breaking Free in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to save her, struggled against the white waters’ strength.
We were swept, flotsam, thrown over rocks and rapids.
I wanted the strength to protect her. Still I imagined how, safe from turbulence
we might drift intimately together, gliding through waters deep and still.
Too late, I knew. The terrible waters were already churning
in the troubled depths of our lives. Sometimes a parent’s unlucky.
Helpless, she feels the imperious surge of her child’s destiny.
Writhing and plunging, the changeling child plunges
towards the ocean’s lure. She discovers her Siren identity.
ForgetfulnessLittle survives to remind usForgetfulness in Free Verse More Like This
how much we have forgotten.
It's as though our very lives
are shrunken. We can no longer
recall the sort of labours
scholars might once have understood.
The plains are vast and empty
as they must forever have been,
yet here and there eroded soil
has exposed arrays of stones
planted, it might seem, in patterns
far beyond the reach of blind chance.
We drink raw spirits as the fire
rages. Smoky heat to keep night
fears at bay. Maybe in another's eye
we catch a glimpse of a vision
faded long ago
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.
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.
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.
We Are FingersCovetous, we seek and grasp for pleasure.We Are Fingers in Free Verse More Like This
We taste the world like the tongue,
and learn from experience.
Dexterous, we teach
with exercised skill.
Practice makes perfect;
and we are perfect tools,
extensions of a perfect machine.
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.
Dying LoveMy darkling darling,Dying Love in Free Verse More Like This
the sun is setting,
falling sylph-like on our love.
Once so daring,
now flicker fading,
is our will o' wisping love.
We have been straining
and have been failing
at rekindling our love.
They say that trying,
more than succeeding,
is everything in love.
No more midnight meetings,
or morning greetings,
all will be changing, love.
And in the gloaming,
we will be saying
farewell to this dying love.
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.
Samuraiwarrior poetSamurai in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
carries roses in his heart
that he shares with me
Eyes Don't LieI take out my heart and bring it up to the light,Eyes Don't Lie in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to see what it holds,
to see what it knows.
I'm not surprised to see how
I lie to myself.
Cruel Mistress, Lady FortuneThe hours and days pass me by,Cruel Mistress, Lady Fortune in Free Verse More Like This
slowly like seasons, and too fast.
Every second an unlived moment dies,
memories, like daydreams, that do not last.
Though, I cannot avoid Lady Fortune's Wheel;
there is a violent rush or a quiet hush, breathless
as her weapon of choice spins to grant or to steal,
a thrall to Fate, and you, my Cruel Mistress.
Please, soften your heart, Lady, and spin again
else, I fear that I might lose my mind,
as I stand amongst chaos without motion,
catching time, most briefly, where I am most blind.
Spitefully striking the sparkle in my eye
is the time that falls hotly down my skin,
leaving scars I can see whenever I cry.
In time, I fear I must learn to be frozen.
I can't count on the world when all's said and done,
so, to save my raw heart I must turn it to stone,
like your own, with your venomous kisses,
and favors that add up to less than none.
No longer will I serve you, cruelest mistress,
Whistle at my Window if You Find Your Way BackFrom your feathered hair toWhistle at my Window if You Find Your Way Back in Free Verse More Like This
the way you pursed your lips
as if they were a beak,
you were tawny like the owl.
It was midday but
it could've been the night for
how large your eyes looked
under the two o'clock sun.
We flew through the fields
to the crooked old barn,
and we sat in the hay like
we belonged there.
Our spring-time nest I called it,
and you laughed with the swallowtails
gracing the lilacs.
Somehow, you disappeared when
and when you left it was like
you took off without any hope of landing.
I make believe I hear you calling, but
it's just the wind dancing
like we would in the hollow.
Strung OutConsider me hanging on the line,Strung Out in Free Verse More Like This
a dress without a body waiting for the sun,
vibrant when she's not heavy, waterlogged.
As a child, I enjoyed making orange smiles,
while wondering why we didn't have
a clothesline stretching from tree to tree
like I'd seen on the television.
I admired the way skirts became birds,
picked up by the wind they adored,
while sheets grabbed the wind like a sail,
and the clouds were always made of cotton,
and the denim sat like lead.
Now every time I put myself out to dry,
the sky gets heavy and breaks on me.
I am halfway towards being ready,
and then the rain rips me down again.
Maybe that's why we bought a machine
to wring the water from our clothes,
because there was no risk of bad weather inside.
Since When Did You Surrender?You hold your breath likeSince When Did You Surrender? in Free Verse More Like This
there's a knife at your throat,
and your eyes hold nothing but
stormy resignation to this end.
who murdered your spirit?
Were it a lover, a sister, a father killed,
you would run screaming through the thunder,
but you sit like a monolith in the living room.
Your heart and mind are flint;
your imagination sparks when they collide,
and I miss the blazes you created.
StuckYour empty gaze was the crack in the road,Stuck in Free Verse More Like This
staring past the pool colored
almost the same shade as last summer's paint job
meant to cover up the scratches
you left on the passenger door
when you were one tequila past sober.
I am a fly trapped in this spiderweb crack
that catches the blue-red urgency of
midnight sirens that you summoned without speaking.
They can't drown out the soundtrack
of our last sixteen seconds,
all caught in my head as if to prove
I don't want it there.
You looked up from letting your fingers linger
on the radio dial when your song came on,
laughing about how it reminded you of cotton candy
and your first boyfriend's cologne,
when your summer eyes caught the headlights,
like stained glass in full sun,
and all you could say was
You always talked about how
if you had three wishes you'd spend one on flying,
but I don't think this is what you meant.
I still have dreams about you telling me
the experience wasn't worth it.
I still reach for telephone to tell you
How Cold the WindHow cold the windHow Cold the Wind in Free Verse More Like This
that rattles my bones,
as they creak across the wastes.
I have been wandering
these thousand miles,
and the grave is my only home
The frostbitten rattle
that's caught in my throat
is the only life in my lungs
Would that I could,
I'd thaw by the fire,
but the grave is my only home.
I stagger alone through
the frozen hills,
keeping time to my
I never keep much company,
as the grave is my only home.
Tired am I, but I get no rest
as I haven't slept in years.
But I never intend
to warm my bed
in the grave, my only home.
The TimekeeperI am the hour-counter,The Timekeeper in Free Verse More Like This
collecting time like water caught
on the bottom of a glass.
The wasted minutes you exchanged
for blue-sky dreaming,
the seconds on the porch with
your song-bird smile,
they're all here:
stuck to the sides of my hourglass.
The windowsill paint
has faded where my elbows rested,
my breath-fog a permanent mist
on the drooping pane.
like the emptiness after snowfall,
They slip through the slats
in my wicker basket
as I try to collect them.
Blink and You'll Miss ItThe wind reminds me ofBlink and You'll Miss It in Free Verse More Like This
the empty space to my left,
which I swear you filled
only minutes ago.
But if I rested my hand
where you were sitting,
it would be just as cold as
the realization that you're gone.
A Colder Kind of LongingHis gaze lingered warm on the icicle,A Colder Kind of Longing in Free Verse More Like This
mind stuck to the idea
of his eyes melting her into a woman.
If the water were to drip
and freeze anew,
it would shape her dress tighter
than the outside chill,
but leave her hair flowing like a snowdrift.
Her eyes would be December-bright,
her laugh like chatter at the hearth.
He knows her heart'd be frozen
by the nature of her birth,
but yearns to be the man
that'd thaw her out.
TinmanMy skull isTinman in Free Verse More Like This
and my brain is like a clockwork;
but there's something in the gears
and they are sticking.
for some sort of repair but
my short-circuit voice-box
is out of date
and my creator-God is gone.
If only I could trade
these burnt out eyes for real ones,
and get myself some sort of heart
that wouldn't tick.
Re-KindlingShe held the moment in her lungs.Re-Kindling in Free Verse More Like This
It lingered in the air
like a spiderweb strand;
she could feel its presence
more than see it.
She meditated on the human condition,
one hand on her chest like a prayer.
Hopeless was her heart two minutes ago,
now faithful in its hummingbird thrum.
"Ah," it whispered in her ear,
"you do remember love."