StuckYour empty gaze was the crack in the road,
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
AcheIt comes and goesAche in Free Verse More Like This
like an unwelcome houseguest,
leaving me with messes I don't need,
and it never shuts the door
to keep the cold out.
I tried shutting off the lights
and closing the blinds,
twisting the key in the padlock
and boarding the windows,
but as long as light can
seep through the cracks,
this shadow will follow
and dig its fingers into my shoulders.
I bruise easily, it knows,
and it revels in watching
me shift in discomfort
while it grips me.
Like a ghost,
it won't let go.
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.
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.
AdriftRun headlong into the wind with me.Adrift in Free Verse More Like This
We are only ships on this endless blue,
without anchor, north star, or compass spinning.
Find me as I lose myself with you.
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...
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
My father once told me
the heart's a bandit.
He never mentioned
it wore different masks.
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."
SeparateYou are on the opposite sideSeparate in Free Verse More Like This
of this window.
Press your palm against the pane,
The heat of our fingers will
fog the glass,
and in this mist we create,
we will finally meet.
More Than KismetThe world was a quiltMore Than Kismet in Free Verse More Like This
and we matched corners.
Somewhere in our patchwork
was the same thread,
It did not matter
that we weren't quite complimentary colors...
border to border we matched
and that was all we needed.
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.
EasyWas there ever a girl so strange?Easy in Free Verse More Like This
Smoky hearted, grabbed at the waist
by the next passing breeze.
She keeps one foot stuck in
the wrong side of her conscience,
the other grounded in nothing.
She replaces men like lipstick, she
wears her promiscuity like
last night's perfume.
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
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
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
SymphonyIt's the measured breathing of someone on oxygen, here in the small hours. I don't know where it's coming from. I hear it beneath the white noise of the air conditioner.Symphony in Free Verse More Like This
It's the faint jumpiness of a phone ringing, a monitor flatlining on a loop in my memory.
It's the droning in my own ears, the hum-buzz of the tinnitus, the electricity and insect sounds.
It's the whistle of a train, much louder than it should be. It soars over the top of it all. There are no trains nearby.
It's four AM again. The silence is not golden.
EastMy window faces east, I sit at my desk and stareEast in Free Verse More Like This
at the headlights crawling west past the backlit buildings
Sometimes I watch from the roof, looking west
just to get a different view, but it's all the same
Days come and go, nights come and go, but I stay
There's a place by the ocean I dream about, early morning mist
grey water, grey skies becoming blue, solitude, stillness
I keep a key in my pocket with "love" written on it, and wonder
what it might unlock; maybe trade the city dust for ocean spray
Someday, one day, but not today, it's never today
I close the blinds against the rising of the sun and go back to work
But the key in my pocket is warm against my thigh, it says "fly"
But I wait; fate will find me in the right place at the right time
It always does, somehow, and my brain whispers to my heart
to be patient, good things wait, but farther down the line
Illinois TwilightWords freeze and hang in the chill air, until they are broken by the returned silence.Illinois Twilight in Free Verse More Like This
I only wear black now, a nod to the crows who carried you away.
If you cannot speak, a sign, then.
Something to give me hope.
A warmth to melt my words instead of having them shatter like glass.
It was warm when you left, my tears flowed freely.
Now they only crust around my eyes.
The cold clutches my soul, and squeezes.
I remember sunlight, green days, days when my soul took flight with yours.
It shivers in my ribcage now, held prisoner.
I never knew twilight could last forever.
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
I Took the Blue BusYou didn't put the phone back, left your pills on the tableI Took the Blue Bus in Free Verse More Like This
I went thirty minutes without thinking of her
You made cookies I didn't eat, watched movies I didn't see
I went thirty minutes without thinking of her
You talked, then you didn't, then you talked some more
I went thirty minutes without thinking of her
You took the elevator, she took the stairway to the stars
I went thirty minutes without thinking of her
You swept out memories, wrote a manuscript of dreams
I went thirty minutes without thinking of her
I had coffee and cigarettes alone at four AM
I went thirty minutes without thinking of her
She took the stairway to the stars
I took the blue bus to nowhere
Mild SeizuresI went by that place today, the one with the sign like truckdrivers mudflapsMild Seizures in Free Verse More Like This
It was boarded up, no more 'girls, girls, girls'
Where are all the hapless young men and hopeless old men now?
What new prison have they found?
I dreamed that I was playing eight-track tapes on my computer, r&b, and
hitting all the right keys without looking
I saw all the drawings you left for me.
The lady had to go to work. I shifted, and fell back to sleep.
I don't work anymore.
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
Fields of Golden WheatMy fingers travel through your hair, fields of golden wheatFields of Golden Wheat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your lips have the taste of an ancient salty ocean
My childhood dreams of blue birds and their heartbeat
The delicate fragrance coming from eastern lands
The softness of a delighted soul and your sunlight
The black wings of a sad night and my heart in your hands
I listen to you, the language of birds, the mystery tone remains
I hide you, inside my eyelids, between the layers of my heart
Where you choose to live; mixed with every color in my veins
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
When Your Lover is a MoonI love you, aware of my exile, your exileWhen Your Lover is a Moon in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Between us; clouds, wind, lightning,
thunder, ice and fire
Glad to tear myself apart
just for your eyes,
and sew you a cover from my skin
When love is big, and the lover is a moon,
do not tremble; one bird in winter nights
The tender sky touches all the scared wings
And cares for the wonderfully pale lilies
I walk on dry leaves, everyday
I create hope from that rainbow
I talk the language of trees
And I make a country from roses
Every day, I want to ride the sea,
every time they say no sailing allowed
Everyday, I build a home for our birds,
every time the floods take it away
I love you, until the day they put me out,
with eyes as wide as your skies
Until I disappear slowly, slowly
down the purple cliff
Until I feel you become some of me,
all of me
I love you
Heart Shape PetalsThe broken flower travelsHeart Shape Petals in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
From the green abyss to the corners of my eyes
Sits there, waits the heart shape petals
Your angel suffers, a dying bird on my cheek
On my palms he drew the map
Don't follow me , he said, my heart is your light
When the sun comes up again, throw the ashes
Where the broken flower lives, as it lives no more
Where words dance, each in a different dress
Take my heart from the book of prayers
And let the river of sadness pours into my eyes
Thank you for your love, my last miracles
Thank you for your love, where God's secret lies
Where the world makes senseI let my head on this pillow, everytime I sinkWhere the world makes sense in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where all the heavy thoughts rest and the heart sings
Between the world's pain and my agony, there is a place
I close the eyes, I breathe, I rise and I'm there again
I am the same child again,chasing the summer breeze
Carrying all the colorful dreams on my shoulders
With eyes as big as the waves, and a heart where birds nest
There, where every butterfly takes colors from my palms
And the thirsty deers come drink from my spring
There where the world made sense
I am there, and the restless mind is home for peace
When you told me joy had features and a face, my face
I touch the sandy beach , and one heart is never enough
I eat from every daisy in the white field, I drink the morning dew
I cover my cold skin with sunlight and sunflowers petals
Every now and then, I let my head sink, I let the world sink
I go back where I can hug the sky and walk on foamy clouds
Where I can be a little bird, that small daisy in a white field
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
MotherMy longing for you weakens my heartMother in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All the birds are silent as we grow apart
Will you leave me to my destiny
Will you come and find me
I spell your name in fear to remember
Scared to feel thorns in my pulse, burning rush
Your radiate face is more than a figment
Yet, impossible to touch
Mother,why didn't I kiss your hands everyday
Do you hear my prayers mother, they are all for you
I send them every morning with drops of dew
What words can do, when my all is still so few
You are here, when it rains on those hills above
When I imagine your laugh and feel your love
When the pink clouds come by, stand by and pass
You are here when my heart is a pile of shattered glass
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
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
anniversaryShadow slides back with sunriseanniversary in Free Verse More Like This
the text is revealed
That one day of the year
when sun penetrates the chamber and
lights wisdom from the side
to bring it to the seeming of relief
The god in bedrock smiles
The fools have returned
Ten thousand times
Lancelot Price 2013 November 26
oneThey were goldenone in Free Verse More Like This
All those summers
Rolled into one
as I remember
Green and fresh
we innocently played
Everything was a game
and no one ever lost
flameslost lovesflames in Free Verse More Like This
we call them flames because we burned
we were oxygen
we were fuel
and when the fuel was gone
we were ashes floating
rain took us down to earth
mushed remains together
and when the sun returned
the dry remains
piled into something that had never been
alone as something new
of the seaof the seaof the sea in Free Verse More Like This
I came upon an old tired city
on a coast of ocean
on a beach of old white sand
Caught between the forces and the forms
it aged as humans do
built and rebuilt
in different shapes
Events followed one another
and at a change
the humans fled
As life flees a body
and the mind dies
so the old city stands empty
Now it waits
chancethe chance at lastchance in Free Verse More Like This
a rainy day on lake's grey water
there'll be no one sailing but us
left by the lazy and weak of spirit
for fireplaces and cozy chairs
and reading lights
only the truly alive and willing
lightly clad but afire with joy
could find this day of quiet beauty
disguised in cool and wet
a place of opportunity
Lancelot Price 2013 N0vember 15
Things passed.Things passed.Things passed. in Philosophical More Like This
I used to live somewhere else. Back there we had true autumn. On a foggy fall morning, just ahead of me in the mist, I could see Christmas, that time divine for its softly decorated trees and beautifully wrapped presents, quite ungarish. For some years, all was well, but then we moved South and Fall and Christmas were gone.
It was still winter when we moved in early January, so at first I didn't notice, I just thought that spring had come three months early. Everything was so different from the old place that I was completely caught up in adjusting to it all, and enjoying the new things and ways, but when September had gone by, and then October, and everything was still warm and bright, I began to notice that things were different here.
"The rules are different here." That's what they liked to say, those people who had lived here for more than my few months of habitation. Then November passed. And December. And still the sun was bright. It was then I r
thenIt came like a slow glass hurricanethen in Free Verse More Like This
Broke on us
green roseThe green rose glories in the forestgreen rose in Free Verse More Like This
hidden from all but the subtle eye
Winding about the trees
Guarding them with supple thorns
Its simple five blade flower
makes a pentacle of magic
a ferocious quiet protection
for the beings in the wood
I walk freely there
rhythmrhythmrhythm in Free Verse More Like This
The rhythm's the same
It never changes
But as he dances
he always changes
with the synths
The drums beat fast
The drums beat deep
He sings a song
and lies to self and all
And finally he lies
Down and dies
But the flashing lights were fun
The sounds and sights were beautiful
It was worth it.
And so was I.
Lancelot Price 2014 January 16
firetrapfiretrapfiretrap in Free Verse More Like This
Once, there were hardwood floors in stores
even in the sixties
Bare of finish, and very real
Texture of life
Sound of footsteps that show we're here
In tiny stores run by Mom and Pop
like something from the Old West
or the Old East
and in modern streamlined outlets
run by nameless executives of something soon to be K-Mart
The seventies happened
The weak and cowardly
riding in their motorised walkers
armoured and armed
avoiding personal responsibility and personal Death
make a new rule on the spot
ignoring fifty years without a flame
overhead sprinkler systems
and the Firehouse two blocks away
filled with experts at stopping fire
Everything must be metal and glass
including more and more rules that cage life and freedom
And yet despite cages
and all of their armour
despite all their padded
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
After The RainAfter The RainAfter The Rain in Free Verse More Like This
Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me
Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end
And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell
To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all
The Golden FeatherThe Golden FeatherThe Golden Feather in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Midsummer nights revive old tales
And magic long forgotten
Mayflies above the lake play scales
Clouds reflect fields of cotton
Cool soothing breeze tangles the hair
Of green carpets on meadows
Where butterflies and poppies share
Kisses nestled in shadows
So lightly, barely touching ground
There hand in hand walk lovers
Two hearts by velvet sunset crowned
Reign over fragile flowers
Like ancient phoenix earth is burned
Each evening in sun's tether
For us, fools, meant to crave and yearn
Stays love - a golden feather
A VisionA VisionA Vision in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Celibacy of thoughts
Hurts mind just like broken glass
From violated window panes
Makes sore feet bleed in extasy
When all the effort put into
Melting sand and cooling it
Is turned to waste
By just one kiss of
An eager stone
On a million perfect flaws
Of what once was
A single flawless perfection
Disturbed dreams dance
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleep
DilemmaDilemmaDilemma in Free Verse More Like This
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?
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
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
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
At First SightAt First SightAt First Sight in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love at first sight
Gives you a right
To cross the street with eyes shut wide
For having fun
Just to hand in hand come undone
Chest light with glee
Give smiles for free
On your affection's spending spree
For each sweet crime
You find a rhyme
Your only judge remains the time
Ribcage SymphoniesRibcage SymphoniesRibcage Symphonies in Free Verse More Like This
Passion has no taste
It just burns your tongue
While fingers compose symphonies
On nameless ribcages
Black widows don't label their pets
Other than with dull numbers
Making disappointing engagements
Worthwhile episodes of a life wasted
On selfish charity, superiority
Damage of clarity of human heart
Dwelling frightened, cracked and murky
In its fragile shell
Soul is a carton box
That implodes in heavy rain
While rays of sun in a marmalade jar
Mean a miracle, if piled up carefully
A man says he met God in the subway
What most don't want to listen to
See, mirror is the one true friend
As it always smiles back
A horse's eye mutely reflects old days' glory
Unnoticed by those who just recklessly ride
Into sunset full of screaming colours
At dusk that for a change might not be followed by dawn
StainsI.Stains in Free Verse More Like This
You burned the eggs and wrote scripture
in the shadows of a lunar eclipse.
I haven't slept for years, but it took the far away
scream of a siren to convince me that
the moon is a liar.
Body bags are filled with better men.
There are rivers of oil where I can't seem to break
The mirrors that flaunt your reflection.
You couldn't dare me to walk across that bridge.
You couldn't ask me to sit through a full sermon
and still remain humble.
I'll never be home before the street lights come on and
you'll never hold my hand in the day time.
We're both clinical fools.
"The only difference between poison and medicine is the dose "
Yet, our intentions were never good.
Lately I can only focus on how many days we have left
before ash blankets the entire sky.
Before my free will is no longer an issue.
I feel the most sympathy for the birds.
The ones who will fly across an ocean to find nothing on the other side.
Just a life boat buried in the sand.
You made those clou
Acid Girl 03Take a breath. I don't remember having lungsAcid Girl 03 in Free Verse More Like This
We found each other in the worst kind of alley
Philosophy majors get the concept of a dumpster
Between Zhuangzi and a blowjob,
there must be a difference
I woke up in reverse today
Any nice guy has a shot with a stripper
Conversations with the creature in the corner
He's excited that my skin is melting
She meets me in the pretend hotel lobby
Concrete, turn around, ants at a picnic
Adult drinks for breakfast, semi circle dinners
I'm in love with easy veins
She picked out her bride's maid dress at Wal-mart
I was dead for six whole months
First day back, Lazarus didn't change
House wives walking their cats on a leash
They wish their brains were as stained as mine
I still remember how to use a phone
It can't be winter without a fatal car wreck
We went to church last year
She thought it was a movie
Turn around and no one is there
I paid for the double feature
Campfires on the windowsill
Lightning strikes as many times as you want it
Memories of b
Acid Girl 04She once told me that Mexican nights were shorterAcid Girl 04 in Free Verse More Like This
With enough pills, October can be one long day
Those eyes never promised calm waves or Novocain
There's tequila in our mouthwash
The problem is I don't see this as a problem anymore
Nine out of ten dentists recommend swallowing the worm
An air conditioner is smoking somewhere downstairs
I breathed in the cold second hand and the minute stopped moving
We're only alive part time- cashing our rain checks in rubber boots
On the weekends, she doesn't know that it's the weekend
I'm always aware of footprints in the mud and snow
If they take the trash, it's Thursday
The puppy calendar on the fridge says 2009
Someone drew dicks on September's golden retriever
But this way, it's always three years before the Mayans ruin everything
The kitchen ants drown in the kitchen sink
One sheet of fly paper hangs from a horseshoe in the doorway
The stove can only been used to light roaches
A needle in the night stand makes a guest appearance
The liquor cabi
CruxI’m only sure of two things:Crux in Free Verse More Like This
I still carry pieces of your cross on my back and
lilies were your favorite flower
Those last three months-
A silent drive home from the mall
purse full of stolen makeup
Dinners with my family where no one
bothered to make the conversion
Endless hours spent looking at paint samples
and I was smart to not buy the brushes
The line at the liquor store blended
with the lines on the road
At the same time with you
Then it was summer and you talked me into a country drive. We stopped on the side of the road to watch a cow giving birth in the center of a pasture. But, the calf never rose to its wobbly legs or felt the heat of the Indian summer….it never tasted dandelions.
The mother stood by the calf’s body
long past nightfall
and I stood by yours
long after that
Was this what we meant when we said forever?
The Stroke and the Over DoseIThe Stroke and the Over Dose in Free Verse More Like This
This is the second time that I have ever been in an ambulance.
It is sickeningly winter outside. This time the roads are too
icy to speed on and the siren is off. This time it is quiet.
The paramedics are noiselessly saving my grandmother's life.
I'm riding up front with my ear pressed to my cell phone. There is
no room for me in the back and the driver just laughs when
I ask him to turn on the radio.
"We're so proud of you. You did the right thing."
Nobody knows that she begged me not to call 911.
Nobody knows how slowly I dialed those numbers.
Your spirit materializes next to me and you take the steering wheel.
We drive through the snow storm and talk about our nights
spent on lake Erie. Your dad had a boat and I always got sick
in the water. I preferred throwing you down in the sand.
We took a bus to Presque Isle State Park in early September.
Fall was on the horizon and we had nature to ourselves for one day.
The sun pulled away fro
High WaterIt took eleven weeks for my stomach to stop turning.High Water in Free Verse More Like This
White water reality, broken hands, splintered paddles.
If you ever felt inclined to place your head against my chest again,
you wouldn't hear a heart beat over the roar of water in my lungs.
If you ever desired to wrap your arms around my waist,
you would find that there is far less warmth to hold onto.
For now, we drown in the perfect darkness of canyon waters.
Like infant gods, we chose to carve these wounds into
the very foundation of our fabricated universe.
Deeper than the initials of youthful lovers.
Further inward, past yellow bone and soured marrow.
We've been forever spoiled by the idea of our own greatness.
(But when my body washes upon the shore, I will always try to find you.)
PlyushkinLosing you-Plyushkin in Free Verse More Like This
It wasn't the same as throwing away an old couch.
We didn't peek around the curtains every hour,
half expecting to see someone lifting it into their
truck bed secretly hoping it was still on the curb
Stillness was in the air because the house knew
something was missing. Something is always going
to be missing. We can manage buy more things. I know
we are lonely consumers. The more the merrier.
Make the walls happy. Spring for the surround sound.
Maybe I won't hear your permanent laughter
resonate from the kitchen. Haunting.
I want to know what the spider was thinking
as it crawled across my IPod.
How many electronics can a man fit into his soul?
There has always been a compulsive need to own.
Nobody reading this is free.
Not by Eastern Windows OnlySitting on dark roofs,Not by Eastern Windows Only in Free Verse More Like This
their lips were stained with bits of ash.
The garden was there to remind him
that he would always be in love.
Between her skin and the wildflowers,
he understood the evening lights.
Her black eyes were once as green as August.
Though he can't remember if it was
yesterday or long ago on a summer night.
He can't avoid the first snow fall.
Vie NoirYou were the promise of regret,Vie Noir in Free Verse More Like This
destiny wrapped in an egg shell,
something that temperance would not allow.
And you looked at me with cloudy eyes,
sipping your excuses while choking on tomorrow.
(We were the privileged few that God chose to endure the hopeless)
And you cursed my name while confessing every lie.
My borders grew as you clawed for the limits of absolution.
(We were the privileged few whose skin was hard to pierce)
And you loaded that gun with false bravado and ill intent.
The world was watching as you aimed it at the future.
(We were the privileged few who never forget to empty the chamber)
And you stared into the nothing, hoping to find me there
One FateShe steps softly in the spring time,One Fate in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
trying to avoid landmines till fall.
She tells me she's afraid of dying,
but I know clocks scare her more.
That tick tock sound feels like a countdown,
to major cardiovascular event.
She calls herself a time bomb.
Her tears fall to my skin.
When all I can do is try and comfort,
maybe push her to walk
another mile or two.
I remind her to take the medicine,
determined to see it through.
Never have I put much faith in god
and even less in Man.
I have no faith in her willingness to fight.
I know the answers don’t lie within.
So I turn to her with much optimism,
reminding her, this is not the end.
For we will know only one fate in this life
and this is simply not it.
Boulevard of Lost HopeNothing in these pocketsBoulevard of Lost Hope in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But a five dollar bill
And a pint of whiskey
In a crumpled up
Wife beater on
Carpenter style Dickies
And a ball cap
Sitting on a road side bench
Watching cars on the fast track
Doing eighty five
The boulevard of lost hope
Paved in broken glass
And ill repute
I grew up
Not far from here
I came to celebrate life changers
And wake up calls
Sold my dreams
Even in the worst of places
The world seems brighter
The Impatience of MotionI'm named after my father, the middle part anyway. I carry his name in a scrapbook, where the past continues to breathe. He tried to give me the world once; told me he never did it any good, but you never give to a dreamer, they end up drowning in the rain. So I let it fall just as he knew I would, same as all who came before me. Now he's a child who has grown old and I suffer the same fate.The Impatience of Motion in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's funny how the clock winds faster, as the years increase. Some may see it differently, but I feel it with each passing day. It's the fatigue brought on by the impatience of motion, the ever-growing disinterest in the echoes of the world. It's the creaking sound as the machine begins to slow. It's the lines that crack the skin.
I know I'm growing older now; I saw angels flying over Montgomery the other day. I didn't fear for my own passing, but then it wasn't my ride to catch. I think one may have smiled down on me though, despite all of my sins. For this I can only hope, when my time comes to a
Harvest HomesShe says, you can tell AmericaHarvest Homes in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
from the rest of the world
by the color of the wallpaper,
or lack thereof.
That southern hospitality is refreshing
after so many years in London.
The stuffed animal in her grasp
is named ‘Dog’.
When asked why she says,
"are you blind, it is a dog after all."
When the aide handed her a night gown
she asked if it was for sale.
He told her it was a gift,
but she could not accept it.
However, if he wanted to lend it to her
that would be “lovely”.
The aide was actually a woman.
When we told her so she replied,
“Well, she was a man
when he gave me the gown.”
We laughed and she said, “Oh lovely then”
and laughed with us
while clapping her hands.
I can’t tell you how old she is;
anything beyond 80 will do.
I can’t tell you how crazy she is.
I imagine more than a little.
Needless to say,
I liked her immediately.
Save it for your PriestForget the fallSave it for your Priest in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's the landing that hurts
I should've started fresh at thirty
Put aside childhood love
And just lived a little
I guess I'm stubborn that way
Only now it seems
I can't run fast enough or far enough away
Distance is key
But some people don't want to be left
If she loved me
She'd let me go
How's that for a cliché'
Instead I have to push and pull
Tear myself away
I know what you're going to say
Save it for your priest
But I don't talk to God
And I don't read the horoscope either
I never trusted mine anyway
I write instead
And not unlike yourselves
I've learned a lot along the way
Lessons old and new don't feel the same
Because after you've been burned once
It just doesn't hurt as much after that
Setting your own fires becomes easier too
Trust me on that one
I bleed over collateral damage
And let fate sort out the rest
Wish It Would Stop RainingIf you could erase meWish It Would Stop Raining in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I think I'd hand you the pencil.
That forty mile hike
from Montgomery county jail
really put things
and nearly killed me,
along the way.
It seems these days
all I do is fight:
this morning it was the car,
tomorrow the mortgage company,
and the next day
it will be
Like the saying goes,
when it rains it pours.
Well it's been pouring
since I came screaming
out of my mother's womb.
She hated me too,
so why should you be any different.
I just wish
it would stop raining.
Still-LifePerhaps now, I can finally write of romance; a tale with a story book encounter and all the stereo typical heart felt babble that goes alone with it. Probably not unlike many you’ve read, but I suppose it’s all relevant to somebody.Still-Life in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I suppose it starts with a name; not as cliché as one might think, but appropriate. Willow understood the words, their meaning. She was all too familiar with the stone-throws of life and their impact. Bright eyed and insightful, she was a true student of human nature and she learned it well. Perhaps too well for someone her age, but then again, eighteen was enough for me, so twenty-seven was probably enough for anyone.
She had a real eye for magic, a taste for still-life; capturing rare moments of raw uninhibited beauty with the snap of her finger. Now, I would never fancy myself as worthy of such an eye. The world can be an ugly place and sometimes we grow ugly right alone with it. So you could imagine my surprise when she took my pictur
Existing for the MomentMaybe we're love struckExisting for the Moment in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
or just freaks with chemistry.
Maybe we'll exist beyond tomorrow.
I don't concern myself
with such things.
I exist purely for the moment
as it beckons me to see:
locked doors and fantasies,
searching for extremes.
Discovering limits to push beyond,
fulfilling the wildest of dreams.
With no laws from governed society,
no barbed wire to get in the way,
no keep out signs or rules to abide by,
just instinct and a will to play.
So follow me over the edge,
let us thrash and wreck the way.
All I ask in return:
a pleasant distraction to ease the pain;
something to cloud my thoughts and mind.
Let me escape the day to day.
Secret AngelShe would come to meSecret Angel in Free Verse More Like This
in the failing light,
shortly before dawn.
Wearing only a nightgown,
her body swayed
gracefully against the gloom.
With an outstretched finger
to half startled lips,
she'd remind me
not to wake the others.
with the most captivating smile
this damaged form of mine.
Her confidence shined,
gently rocking her body
while reaching for the heart
of a lost soul.
She was my secret angel
come to bring me peace
in the night.
What A Boring RideThe door slams shutWhat A Boring Ride in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to the sound of clashing metal.
And the pull of a chain,
as gears turn
to seal the way.
Time passes slowly
with no sky over head.
Inside, night and day
are the same.
What a boring ride,
yet I bide my time.
is a virtue
Still I hate that smell
like a hospital,
The tank grows cold
as the bodies fade.
The slippers they give
won't stay on my feet
and this jump suit rides
it shouldn't be.
So I tie it off
at the waist
and tell the rest
to fuck off.
All I want
is a pod and a cot
about the time detox
Now I laugh
at drunks stumbling about
till one pukes
from the toilet.
I'm pissed now
and I want to go home,
but the door won't open
till they let you out.
So here I sit
with arms folded across,
hoping to see a judge
in the morning.
Painting ThunderstormsI will remember you in flowers, dead and never given.Painting Thunderstorms in Free Verse More Like This
We are broken promises and shattered glass.
In your traitorous arms,
I wish I'd never closed my eyes,
You are like all good headaches
in that, you will fade away,
In painkillers and flowers on a grave.
ArcanaOur tower burned.Arcana in Free Verse More Like This
When it was coupled with the sun,
we exchanged broken hearts
and said our goodbyes.
Ten swords later
and my memories of you are
rain and snow and leaves,
I will tell the children not to be afraid
of the devil and death,
change is good.
The near future holds two cups.
I say I love you but we have a problem,
we never held the world
in either of our hands.
Dirt and TearsMy head rested on your heart beats,Dirt and Tears in Free Verse More Like This
the bed smells of you but not of me.
In my future,
I can taste only asprin
dirt and tears.
HeartMy heart exposed,Heart in Free Verse More Like This
I remove the arteries and veins,
tie them in a bow,
and pin the heart
to the notice board above my bed.
Her soul bled from her eyes
into the pool of tears
at her frozen feet.
She is so pretty, they say,
made of plastic, as she is.
Like a real girl,
she can breathe and love and die.
And Now We Are LostYou were a sanctuary, pain and the endAnd Now We Are Lost in Free Verse More Like This
all in one man
I am the tangles
in my own hair.
This is our
past present and future.
And now we are lost
Mercy's DaughterSave your tears for oceansMercy's Daughter in Free Verse More Like This
that bleed for castaways.
Know the knife was calling
for an end to his serenade,
and mercy's daughter's dying
for the sea and its empty bay.
Mercy's daughter's dying
in the prayers of the thrown away.
MondayLines are not neededMonday in Free Verse More Like This
but they were there
all the same.
Sunday broke the peace
leaving Monday uncertain
and I walked away.
Maybe happiness should be earned
or won in a game.
I feel I have been played.
I know you didn't mean for this,
your intentions honest,
you told me the truth.
The truth as always,
is a death sentence
and here we are at deaths doorstep.
Your mind scattered
when reality stepped in
we are too old for fairytales.
I fear the choice has been made
by neither you or I.
These are not our lives to lead,
But a hand or a stop sign
at a cross road,
you must decide.
All I can say is it will be ok,
I am not certain it is true,
but then I never liked the truth anyway.
No Other WayYou were never here to see meNo Other Way in Free Verse More Like This
but petrified decay floating
on waters of a life not seen enough days.
A life within a life, I believe will soon end.
It is not good enough to want to love.
You are not a far cry from your mothers nest
and it is not good enough to want to be sorry.
In the life of the lovers doomed to fail,
I see no other way out but to hate
but in the life of lovers scared of pain,
I see no other way.
To My Arms(trigger warning)To My Arms in Free Verse More Like This
expressed on one body part.
Every mark, a story,
comment or tear that should be forgotten,
but never is.
How else could I make you stop,
If mind burdens me,
then I burden skin.
I see no other way
to be, think,
the truth I know exists.
I am the only one who can stop,
finish it, heal.
But ripped skin never will.
They are marked, scared
GardensYou dig the holeGardens in Free Verse More Like This
and I place the rose inside.
But gardens are not built
on just one flower.
I do not like concrete,
it feels cold and unatural,
but I understand your need
for a path to walk along.
I know you can see
the future of our rose,
But I am happy with today,
I can only see the seed
in your smile.
You need not say
I love you,
I will see it in your eyes.