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Prayer To LovePrayer To LovePrayer To Love in Free Verse More Like This
Aimlessly colour-blind
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
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 suf
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
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
A Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's Psalm in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His features shows me every face
I meet in crowd of empty space
Long ago I have lost control
Merciful devil, bless my soul
My eyes give his figure a smack
Leaving stigmata on his back
Draw him nearer's my only goal
Merciful devil, bless my soul
Darkest night to me reveals trace
To Lune's cold silver ears I howl
Deliver him to my embrace!
Merciful devil, bless my soul
Here I stand, hailing deities black
Begging them to hallow my prowl
Make him mine, let me meet my rack
Merciful devil, bless my soul
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
Artificial, anorganic
Indecisive premonition
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
Mermaids And CastawaysMermaids And CastawaysMermaids And Castaways in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wandered up through clouds above
Marched deep into bottomless sea
To find the missing part of me
Looking for what they label "LOVE"
I asked rocks along dusty road
Pleaded birds flying in blue sky
To help me tell the truth from lie,
Read what lines in a palm do bode
How will taste smooth and tender lips
Those to me still remain unknown?
Answers are leaving me alone
Sundial suffers from eclipse
Maybe love's voice echoes in chest
Like sea does murmur in its shells
When dainty mermaids whisper spells
To make us - castaways - feel blessed
A Dreamer's OdysseyA Dreamer's OdysseyA Dreamer's Odyssey in Free Verse More Like This
My suitcase got lost
During the last astral travel
Still beauty is the baggage
We all need to bear
My heart keeps longing
For dancing among stars
But I've never flown
A paper aeroplane before
You offer me fuel
Although there's no map
Except for the cryptic signs
Hidden underneath your clothes
Is there anywhere else
To find comforting arms?
Is there a world
Beyond this room's door?
Maybe you're some kind of
Narcotic digression
From the paths been walked
By my aching feet
Like hemlock
That unlocks
Fields full of four-leaf clovers
You take over
Dogwood RoseDogwood RoseDogwood Rose in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My dogwood rose, you jewel of the field
Don't rack my heart, please to my arms do yield
Trust I've seen one too many orchids gold
But what abounds in you they don't behold
You fragile beauty growing near the brook
Don't be mistaken by feathers of rook
To stranger's eyes I appear rather blunt
But in my black chest beats heart valiant
Oh, flower marked with summer's warmest scent
Can't you see how your fate with mine does blend?
To perish upon your petals I crave
This world for me hasn't a sweeter grave
Brothers And RivalsBrothers And RivalsBrothers And Rivals in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Fellowship of winter winds
Dandy boys riding wild horses
They laugh out loud
When upon men they cast their spell
While on maidens they rather pout
And whistle in the night
Chasing one another playfully
In everlasting games of their ancient youth
I meet them on vast frozen fields, as well as in narrow streets
No matter how far I run, they're always in my steps
To press their subtle bodies against mine
I feel their arms around my waist
Their hands rest on my cheeks
On my skin they let rose buds bloom
And lean toward me to inhale
Scent of flowers they just created
Brothers in mischief, rivals in love they
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
Cheese After 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.
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
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
grow
Hoard the memories 'til they're flat
Trade your Cubs cap for a black hat
Sit in the dark, watch cigarette tips
glow
Green Jello, little white pills
Headache, backache, fever, chills
Circle the drain now, everyone must
go
BirdtalkI know that the Starman will be waiting in the sky, butBirdtalk in Free Verse More Like This
I don't think about it under these fluorescent lights
I remember when Wal-Mart wasn't a hospital, the world
wasn't a graveyard, and my spine wasn't ripped out
Didn't the birds used to talk? I seem to remember that
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
BuzzOut there in the dark, people talking, people laughingBuzz in Free Verse More Like This
They're not real, just voices buzzing in my head
Fuzzy says they're the bee's knees, but all I hear is the buzz
Murmuring in the sharp cold night, rising, falling, calling
Neat and swell
The far-off neon glow from town, the blinking lights of stars
Are nothing but stage props for a surreal play in my brain
I hope it's 'Damn Yankees', I always liked that one, I think
Milk and cookies and a black-and-white TV, buzz, buzz, buzz
Neat and swell
Joanie pony macaroni, away off in the sound (don't drown)
Follow me to the lightning tree where busy bees buzz 'round
All in my head, a bee
HopeThe sky is violet this morning, theHope in Free Verse More Like This
sunlight through the open blinds tinted
green
I'm going out into this day, leave the
slatted darkness behind and bathe in the
glow
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
Soon
I will live again
TiredI am tired, heavy-footed, worn with wear I wear my hairTired in Free Verse More Like This
down long
Cold air blows through windows trying to nip the buds
long gone
I watch the cigarette smoke whip through the air currents
blue-grey
Saddened by the sun's insistence, shining on a day like
this day
I am rust, I am crushed metal, junkyard darkness, graveyard
sunset
I can't remember when I remembered what I'm trying so hard
to forget
Fire in oil drums replace the sun and the screaming and singing's
begun
I can't sing anymore, like Clancy can't, and the noise in my head's a
throb-thrum
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
It was a crazy nightGod bless the speed freaksIt was a crazy night in Free Verse More Like This
wading through this morning hour
someone to keep me company
while the milk in my coffee goes sour,
I surf through this diner bathed in neon
and choke down enough caffeine to keep my eyes alive
and sit in the presence of my nocturnal play mate
pondering this night, my conviction to survive,
The world outside appears to be a little more distant than usual
maybe to tender too hold
the sunrise struggles to rouse me
her exquisite hues unfold,
my weary eyes, glazed over and blurred
her hands lead me to the door
in this sleepless state, I wander
my soul is worn and sore,
Once the night has swallowed you
th
Remember when...Remember when we where younger and we planned to travel the world by hot air balloon?Remember when... in Free Verse More Like This
By ourselves
Free of parents, free of rules, free of any God
Freedom!
Then the world turned over like fleeting pages of a calender
minutes to months passing in a blur of color and noise
But we always planned to come home
Someday...
Back to our birth places
with every experience new again.
Our mothers wide eyed and amazed
awe struck at their creations.
Untitledsoft and lonely facesUntitled in Free Verse More Like This
behind a shield of broken glass
eyes alone
tell stories
of ghostly haunted pasts
Eerie steps
on shifting sand
you did not see me passing by
the setting sun
fighting to shine
one
more
time
glowing so strong
your silhouette my guide
walking barefoot
on concrete
wondering to pass the time
Untitled 5I hold back a fist full of dirt.Untitled 5 in Free Verse More Like This
I'm angry, enraged.
I blame you.
I turn and open my hand, my eyes meet shimmering sand and I see...
A myriad of laughter shards,
a toy box crammed with forgotten times and cries,
the sweat of a humid summer day.
I close my eyes and my fist, breathing deep, calming down
To release this punch would be useless
I could throw it in your face, in your eyes but it would be a waste.
You wouldn't see what I see.
Too Faregg nogToo Far in Free Verse More Like This
ping pong
bouncing back and forth
beat box
snap crackle pop
show me what you're worth
Moby dick
God you're sick
just tell me who you are
spun around
please take me down
I think you've gone too far
The LibraryWord filled manuscripts lead my eyes as a map wouldThe Library in Free Verse More Like This
Through twists and turns of endless wisdom
This library is a place of boundless artistry
Birthed from the hands of all who seek to share and enlighten
Epic fairy tales to induce wonder
Diaries and bibles to study and translate
A quiet place where we can reflect
on the celebration of history and humanity
Pas de DeuxAs you stepped to me,Pas de Deux in Free Verse More Like This
it was not only my body you lifted,
but my soul as well.
Moved together
Told a story
A book could never tell.
Flowers passed from you to me,
And we stepped into the light.
A gentle smile,
A humble bow,
On stage we own the night.
Just Far Enoughjust far enough awayJust Far Enough in Free Verse More Like This
to where
the space between us lingers
too far above to feel
the rain misting
leaving my body moist
maybe just close enough
for now
though I can not touch you
I am not afraid
Just a taste...He just slipped it inJust a taste... in Free Verse More Like This
and then said goodbye.
To tell the truth,
It was better that way.
For I can still taste him on my fingers,
and that is better than any memory.
CommercializedTraveling through radio wavesCommercialized in Free Verse More Like This
and high speed connections
It creeps into your ears and eyes.
Do you buy what they are selling?
Empty promises of happiness with no money down!
Where is the beauty?
Where is the spoken conversation and song?
Were you too busy watching that dumb ass commercial to see me?
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
adulthood dawned,
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
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
clacking maw.
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.
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 fir
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.
Dream-chaser,
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.
FacelessI have photographed this trail,Faceless in Free Verse More Like This
from its matchbox beginning
to the church it burned down
and when faced with the unholy trinity
in the center of my chest...
Past,
Present,
Future,
I am overwhelmed.
I want to leave tear stains on his shirt
but when I look to his face for comfort,
it has changed.
I am disillusioned...
for years love had a visage,
and now it's blank
or ever-shifting.
My father once told me
the heart's a bandit.
He never mentioned
it wore different masks.
The SiegeI want my every breath to turn to fire,The Siege in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to melt away the ice with which I've built.
I've made a mighty castle of my ire,
so strong and resolute, though laced with guilt.
My rampart walls, they glitter clean and bright;
it almost breaks my lonely heart to know
that though I walked those battlements last night
I need to tear them down to let things go.
See how I've changed from knight to dragon bold,
attacking walls that used to hold me in.
I spew my flames and watch them kill the cold,
that glacial fortress spawned by my chagrin.
Although I've fought as hard as e're I could,
Although each barricade I built is wrent,
The center of
The Walk to CounselingThe spiderweb cracks in the sidewalkThe Walk to Counseling in Free Verse More Like This
point the way,
forming concrete smirks as they
stare at my soles.
They're saying,
"Oh, we know where you're going,
and where you've been.
You're tired of life
and sick in the head."
I transplant these sneers
on the souls of passersby
when I feel my makeup smudge
down my cheeks burning
red as shame.
I want to disappear
like the ghost of a thought,
because in my heart,
I know that this broken road
is empty and cold,
and I walk it alone.
There is no warmth for me here.
I turn my back to each bitter step
of the journey I've taken,
but even so,
blue winds whistle wild
through the hol
A Heart Like the New England CoastYou looked around the empty house,A Heart Like the New England Coast in Free Verse More Like This
imagined it was a deserted shell.
It barely holds water
and runs over with sand,
and neither of us can live here anymore.
Call me hermit,
Call me a crab,
but I will scuttle away
from your shadow on the beach.
You'd put me in a bucket
to show to your mother.
I'm too big for such plastic aspirations.
I dream of shedding claws for fins,
jumping to some larger shore,
avoiding your low tides
and barnacled hulls,
your warped nets tight around my neck.
Here I was, thinking I'm a catch.
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.
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.
2
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
forbidden dreams
Still, there is no silence to be broken, no anguished voice that screams.
At last I must approach the petulant child, and speak too many
reassuring words
His universe is much too small. How it echoes to threnodies com
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.
AppearanceAppearance in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She lives stylishly,
She's her own cypher, always
an unbroken code.
A riddle wrapped tight, veiled in
mysteries. Totally aloof.
FrozenFrozen in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The water, silent,
is immobilised. time fixed,
the future on hold.
Sculpted fantasies of ice
concealing tumbling moments.
NadirNadir in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Nadir
A pregnant moment,
though every day must die
this day is bleeding,
a slow, relentless ending
leaving little room for hope.
WingsOnly in imagination could such wings be spread,Wings in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in fancy alone could concerted muscle wrench
the burden of equine flesh free of gravity,
leaving those grasping and jealous arms empty.
What sort of creature could this fabled beast, this Pegasus, be?
The ancients first dreamed the mythic horse among the foaming
breakers of the agitated sea. The fabulous creature, so they believed,
was sired by Poseidon, the ocean’s ancient, imperious king.
They also told how Pegasus was born at Medusa’s death.
The gorgon had been impregnated by Poseidon. As Perseus
struck off the monster’s head, the flying horse drew in his first breath.
an
FinaleFinale in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sculptor's vision
has stopped imagined motion,
a moment too late.
Sad ValentineSad ValentineSad Valentine in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pity and love in sorrow combine
What might have been joyous
robed now in grief, my Valentine
must dress in mourning, dolorous.
My love can only traipse through
the wilderness of solitude,
attended by fading memories of you,
a sad, a melancholy brood.
For me the festival of Valentine
returns each year to cruelly taunt.
My jaded spirit vespertine,
my hopeful face grown gaunt.
Coping Mechanisms - A featureThe good with the bad. Yin and Yang. What keeps us sane are our darkest thoughts and fears coupled with our hopes, dreams and the simple things that make us happy.Coping Mechanisms - A feature in Personal More Like This
Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life
- White Blank Page, Mumford and Sons
L'ombre de l'ombre
par Gaston Miron
La mort trébuchera dans sa dernière moisson
nous ne sommes plus qu'un dernier brin d'herbe
en tête-à-tête avec l
NecrosisTracing the tracksNecrosis in Free Verse More Like This
of tractor wheels,
the ruts lead me
to a cemetery.
I pass the grave stones
of those I’ve known.
I wish for their sakes
I had mourned.
Fairy-rings grow there,
the moss like black squares
on a chess board
against sun stained grass.
I think of this land
and wonder whether
if I dug deep enough
I’d find the bones
of the men who fought
and died there.
The trunks and branches
of trees I knew
are cut and piled.
I offer my own limbs,
but am not accepted.
The bramble bushes
in which
as a child I’d hide
when playing with my friends,
have been pruned and trimmed.
I’m told this aids growth,
I preferred it bef
CrystallineThe pavement is accustomedCrystalline in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To refuse
But not the eggshells
And half-smoked cigarettes
Left outside the French doors.
Snow comes and covers this –
It cannot cover you.
You wear a paper hat
That I made
From the poems I wrote.
You always knew
Whom I wrote them for.
I see you doe-eyed,
Snow lands on your lashes
And in my hair.
The ice between our lips,
As we kiss, melts.
November 8thNovember 8thNovember 8th in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Severity,
I'm crushed beneath the weight
Of immeasurable ideas.
Much like the plate
I ate my lunch from,
I am empty.
I feel sixteen,
Before she
And cold autumns
In the churchyard –
Corpses as company
And my music
And falling leaves.
In the years since
All that's changed,
I no longer smoke.
I see couples
At tables around me,
I feel like crying
But I'm afraid I'll dehydrate.
I remember before I was bitten,
I was a virgin then.
I paint a red cross on my face
And wait –
I cannot smile.
It feels much like Christmas
Without the joy
Or distraction
Of presents,
I opened myself up like one.
DialogueDialogueDialogue in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Between two and three
In the delirium
Of other-worldly conversations
With earth-bound beings,
I drink cold tea
And listen.
I observe the lampshade,
It looks much like the moon,
Though outside it's crescent.
In this room I cheat
The lunar cycle.
We discuss the Virginia Tech murders,
Watching his digital confessions.
In that moment we were priests
For your dreaded Catholicism.
I spoke of Columbine
And prescribed my own thoughts
To those poor boys.
An Overcast EveningAn Overcast EveningAn Overcast Evening in Free Verse More Like This
The swan flies
To protect its offspring
And the hound howls at the water's edge,
The lead is lost to his owner.
He jumps into the reservoir
And sinks beneath the surface.
In shrub cover, a young girl
Drinks red wine from the bottle.
She mispronounces Rioja as she stole it
From her parents cellar.
While her pink lips discolour red
Her tongue twists against the taste.
She finishes the liquid anyway.
A white sky threatens rain
And makes the sun appear grey
Like an old man's defeated eye –
It'll blink to blackness at dusk.
A young man looks for his dog,
He is whistling and sees the mutt
Underwater an
SedativeI dismiss your despondent lipsSedative in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that I’ve seen smile
too few times.
I must shiver
when I’m with you;
there’s no warmth left in your face.
Inhaling the exhaust fumes
of retired buses
forced back into labour,
I feel myself slipping
into the unconsciousness
I cannot find at night.
I dream of you,
it does not surprise me
the way it did the first time—
I sit and think
while I try to eat my breakfast.
There’s a homeless man
standing over me when I wake.
He asks me for money,
I’ve still got my wallet
and give him what’s inside it.
A pigeon with broken toes passes,
you’d have wept.
I follow and f
CelsiusThe feel of the surgeon's handCelsius in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
On mine
Is comforting.
No other touches me like that.
Her fingers were sheathed
In latex,
I felt like weeping
Because of that fact.
After my dripping vein
Was stitched behind my palm again
I left A&E.
My hands were gloved against the cold,
I watched the snow threaten,
Though it didn't settle.
I shivered that night
As I slept naked,
Despite the winters chill
Outside my window.
Cosmetic SugarCosmetic SugarCosmetic Sugar in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For our coffee
I painted my nails over
To cover the chipping polish
Already dried beneath.
I sit and fiddle with my hair clip
Belonging to bangs
Far longer than mine.
It flakes and falls
Rusting from my scalp.
I unbutton my shirt cuffs
And show your
My forearms
To watch you pupils dilate.
You take your coffee
With milk and sugar,
I wonder whether
These things matter
And yet you said
I judged you on your order.
DisembarkDisembarkDisembark in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The forbidden fruit that is her apple
Has been bitten so many times
She remains a core,
Yet is the most tempting of the fruit
That grows from the tree.
The skulls in the curtain grin at me,
The water bubbles in the tank
Like laughter against the glass,
It becomes my lullaby
To tease me into dreaming,
It cannot come
While she sleeps
In a bed that's not my own.
There are men outside
Building a home
Where I will never live.
They watch me through the window
Acting out a pantomime
In the grey shades of this place
But grey was the womb
In which love grew,
And was cut in caesarean section
When I left with my suitcas
Postmark, BureaucracyPostmark, BureaucracyPostmark, Bureaucracy in Free Verse More Like This
With abashment he stands
In front of vexing canvas.
The stench of oil paint is invading
So he takes a deodorant can in hand
And sprays his chest and underarms.
It was a habit formed and practiced
Before he was sixteen
Unable to afford cannabis or LSD.
He sprays a rag with anti-perspirant
And empties his lungs before inhaling.
With the head rush he sees the colours spin
Like watching a washing machine.
He picks up the brush and palate.
While the paint is drying he looks up sometimes
As he fills out an application form
For an art course she insisted he complete.
He fills in the blanks with an 8B pencil,
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 se
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.
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.
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.
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
Harem GirlI am a harem girlHarem Girl in Free Verse More Like This
[one of many].
I belong to a man,
but he tells me he loves me.
It isn't his fault.
In this world
that we live in
there is so much beauty.
It isn't his fault
that he appreciates art
with his eyes and
his arms wide open.
And it isn't his fault
that he was born
with too much passion
for me alone.
I am a harem girl
[one of many],
but when I am close to him
he tells me he loves me.
Not DanaeGold, foolish and false,Not Danae in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
pathetically transparent.
the locks are now changed.
Humility is
the key, so you can't come in.
You failed to dazzle,
bewitch and enchant
me. I am not impressed by
your shimmer and shine.
The Science of LivingWe are water and ichor,The Science of Living in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we are air and memoirs,
we are fire and ore
and clay struck by stars.
This is the science of living.
We are arsenic and porphyry,
we are helium and spirit,
we are mercury and malady
and neon and kismet.
This is the science of living.
We are roses and riot,
we are daisies and sanguine,
we are bracken and velvet
and amaranth and omen.
This is the science of living.
DARKEST STARShe exists in an inevitable vacancy, a Dark StarDARKEST STAR in Free Verse More Like This
shining beneath my skin, frayed by these undone
laces of Pain where only emotion-broken and liberating
-climax my secret heartache with the tears of a
lifetime and circumstances that still leave their
shadows inside me, stalking my Dark Star where
she writes...but her last rhythmic blow of light
guides me outward to align my vulnerability with
the blood-ink of the Universe, and there my soul
sips the starry spill of the Milky Way as I stretch
myself from Star to Star, searching to pluck out
the words where they imbed themselves in me, deep-
seated nettle and lyrics of white, I can f
IN THE ROOTS OF WINTERIn the roots of Winter I walk, haunting herIN THE ROOTS OF WINTER in Free Verse More Like This
sugarcane soul with the warm white of my inner
glow, the freshly clear air rejuvenates me
with the Purity that I must carefully maintain
in mittened hands, snowflakes fall from the
Sky's open arms and bead my brow ambrosia white,
I hear the muffled cake of snow underfoot,
settling over the Silence...fluttering pale
like pages torn free when Dusk browses through
the shadows that bandage my sorrow, my ruin
she fills with tea and poetry, a candle of Solitude
is all I carry to light my way through her miles of
frosty hue, but I'm not afraid of the gathering
Darkness or the icy evergreen tha
THIS SIDE OF THE MOONOn this side of the Moon I exist, giving kissesTHIS SIDE OF THE MOON in Free Verse More Like This
to your reflection I glimpse in the confectionary
rush of Night, but you don't see me so impending
wishes I fold beneath my skin with the Desire
skimming the surface of unrestrained storms,
oh how I wish I could fall into you like the
soft pelts of autumn rain that fall into me,
dilating my eyes with Starlight, in unstable
upheaval I sit on the brim of a lonely Star
with just a freckle of a dream making me weak
with longing, anticipating the weight of Sky
my thoughts are guided by the moonlit wash I see
streaming from your side of the Moon, and again
I wonder do you wish to pasteuri
WHAT A GHOST KNOWS...And there was a rare rapture in the whispersWHAT A GHOST KNOWS... in Free Verse More Like This
that Winter breathed over my skin-where your
touch once skimmed-now replaced by the kiss
of frost that crept up my spine, decaying
lifetimes and shedding mortality-tossing shadows
on my walls, I felt a presence reveal to me
its vague veracity as I assembled myself to
accept its fever upon my psyche-touching and
not touched-my thoughts traced an invitation
into the shivering gloom as I felt Winter
slowly settle over me, inching up my vertebrae
one by one until the Silence thrusted her
tongue against my palpable soul, against my
moonlit mauve lips she offered me a cup of
blood for my bl
THE SILENT SWANThe Sea's blue breathing womb gave birthTHE SILENT SWAN in Free Verse More Like This
to all creatures, giving life to Silence,
speech to the Unconscious, sight to the
Blind, but something extraordinary also
emerged from out of the Sea's native waters
-a swan emerged, she was the most exquisite
and glorious bird that the Waters of Life
had ever birthed, her Beauty shone like
supple silver, so pure that it stole the
speech and sight of all worldly creatures
who gazed upon her singular greatness,
but this swan was born a mute, as mute
as unwritten paper, she had no halcyon
voice, she had no living note to sing.
She lived with her heart speaking from her
eyes-in her gracefu
DANCING WITH DEMETEROnce, I met Demeter in the furrows of my Dreams,DANCING WITH DEMETER in Free Verse More Like This
golden and gilding where my shade on flightless
wing flew inward, I heard her speak to me, words
of honey dripping into an amber remembrance
"never forget" she whispered, "never forget who
you are", so in the nativity of Solitude I practiced
my art, scribbling poems inked with my blood and
tears, I studied the veins of trees and drank the
blood that detoured from them, diluting Obscurity
with Need, Force with Fluidity, turning Burdens
into a garden of Blessings, I learned to assert
my Femininity from watery temple within to the
socialist Darkness without, I learned to be true
to my
BY THE ASPHODELS...The Night disorders my mind, dusting my griefBY THE ASPHODELS... in Free Verse More Like This
with the sweet recall of her relief, dowsing
my heat with an inner snowfall, I let myself
drift into the shiny sounds of Silence-and
inhale my tears from following me home again,
the rain is all I feel against my misused body
disordered too much by Misery's tearful glaze,
but the Asphodels know what I wish to forget
and they windmill the rain to covet the blue
from my shade...I am bare but not barren...
My heart is all I have to call my own, teary
stained it remembers what I wish to forget,
but the Asphodels won't let me drink from Lethe
so these ghosts I must befriend as they follow
I HEAR THE COSMOS COLLAPSING...I hear the cosmos collapsing against my soul.I HEAR THE COSMOS COLLAPSING... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Black space exploding, my imperfect face imploding
into a million skinless Stars, screaming into the
palpable Silence that has been touched less often
than even I have, into the abyss and the blackness
that beckoned me forward I stared, shapes realigned
the perimeters of my reality into a new glaze.
I felt the gravity slip away from under my feet.
Do you remember the time you poured liquor into my
virgin glass and made cocktails from the universes
spinning under my skin? I said "cherish me, please,
this gift that was mine" you said "why" and laughed,
you didn't see the tears I cried, m
Sir's TheologyBlack, grey, and blue in the rainbowSir's Theology in Free Verse More Like This
And pink and gold in the rain,
Bloodied and bruised at the wedding –
Cleanliness oft dyes the stains.
Rose-fashioned cheeks on the corpses;
A child who reeks of cadaver.
A memory upsets the future
And backwards we tumble thereafter.
A scientist hollers, "My God!" as
A preacher cites psalms of Einstein:
"Science without religion is lame,
Religion without science is blind."
Truth is assumed by believers
In ignorance masked as blind faith –
"An angel!" he clings to the lie
When, truly, his reaper's a wraith.
These murkiest sources reveal
What mirrors so often condemn,
That hindsi
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