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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
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.
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.
GodGod is in her rocking chair,God in Free Verse More Like This
wood creaking as she hums back and forth.
I want to climb onto her sun-warmed lap,
breathe in the smell of air dried dresses,
May breezes caught in her floral-print skirt.
Her hands are gentle as they stroke my hair,
her knitting going still when I rest my head
on her knees where her yarn was.
She holds me as I cry.
Burning HeartWe built a beautiful pyre,Burning Heart in Free Verse More Like This
and in my heart,
I'm holding your hand as it burns.
The sparks could become the stars,
jewels in Orion's belt.
I'd lace my fingers through yours
in a final act of faith
while we stare down the smoke
cradling the moon,
and each piece of kindling
that crumbles in on itself
leaves me a little less broken.
The light flickers,
so do the corners of your lips.
We needed this.
HeavyWhen you let me goHeavy in Free Verse More Like This
by the side of the road,
please remember the string
that you tied to my soul.
I'm the balloon you inflated
just to let go;
the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Why'd you have to cut this
delicate cord,
the thin wire trailing
from my heartbeat to yours?
Remember the science of
the desolate sky,
because the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
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.
Honorary Sun SpotI'm going to tie a stringHonorary Sun Spot in Free Verse More Like This
around the new dawn
and make the sun my balloon.
I won't let go as it keeps rising,
I just need warmth and this seems
like the best way to find it,
the day taking me with it
round the world.
Take a picture of your rooftop,
and I'll wave as I go by.
A Cold RenewalMake me pure,A Cold Renewal in Free Verse More Like This
like today's unmarked snow.
Windows are glowing with warmth,
soft amber lighting that casts itself in
stained glass fragments across these
glittering wastes.
I want release to color me
in that same way,
relief washing me out and
re-painting me in golden tones
that only letting go could understand.
And so,
I unclench my tired hands and
trade bitter sighs for peace.
So Spaceman SleepThe spaceman died on soilSo Spaceman Sleep in Free Verse More Like This
of the planet he was born on
and not in endless space,
open with stars and detritus.
His words were a constant
on promotional posters
and part of the general memory;
a consensus after our boys
were Earth bound again.
The world watched him walking
as he claimed that satellite for us.
JacobThe roundabout at midnightJacob in Free Verse More Like This
under Octobers first moon,
taxis take the turning
and leave their fare on the pavement.
Jacob's fists are bleeding,
he tied a neckerchief around each.
There’s not a taxi that’ll take
a bruised or bottled man.
He takes the night bus to A and E.
There he’ll find weak-kneed strangers
turning bandaged dressings to Japanese flags.
He’s made to wait ‘til morning.
The Inkwell ObservationThe Inkwell ObservationThe Inkwell Observation in Free Verse More Like This
The broken branch is now a wood stump
Bitten at both ends by dogs,
It reminds him of rigor mortis
And how birds fall
When they die in flight.
He studies the harsh lines
With his paintbrush
And black Indian ink
That runs on the damp page;
Beneath his sleeve
Is the skull and cross bone tattoo
He did himself at age thirteen.
Crossed legs go numb
And as he unfolds himself
His easel tips against his knee,
The painting with it.
She sees this from her kitchen window
And goes to help him.
Salvaging his cartridge paper
From the ink filling
The cracks in the pavement
She smiles at his style
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.
How Soon She Found the SeaThe hooks in the tool shedHow Soon She Found the Sea in Free Verse More Like This
are made naked
by calloused hands
and fingertips dipped in ethanol.
From peroxide to ebony
by way of apology,
there's sense in change
where absence affirms affection.
Two swelling ships, her lips,
weigh anchor with port
to starboard bow –
between the sea and salt
and guilt on the rocks.
ReverieReverieReverie in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm told by creators
That she is an android,
No more real
Then the dream that contains her.
Still I kiss
And attempt to reprogram
The binary of her mind.
Tenderly with her lips
And not her tongue
She touches me,
I know I've succeeded.
And so as I sleep
I see
Her hair
Falling from
A pony tail
And her pale skin is smooth
Needing my uglier palm
Against her rounded cheek.
I think of her eyes
And hope to return
But cannot
When I close mine.
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
Change as CartographyChange as CartographyChange as Cartography in Free Verse More Like This
My face is changing.
I feel it when pressing fingertips
Into my cheekbones
And where my bottom jaw
Meets the twice pierced ear.
It protrudes with clenched teeth –
In anger; in awe; in hiding tears in public.
The muscle comes and defines
The angle of my head when I tilt it.
The hair on my top lip darkens.
It gives the razor an excuse
To know my face.
The skin seems younger
Stretched across my skeleton,
It has now discovered my age:
I am twenty.
Each morning I shave
And note the growth.
I'm used to the stench
And the feel
Of disinfectant and bleach.
And bleach on my hands,
The scent clings hour
Somewhere in ScandinaviaShe stands barefoot on broken glassSomewhere in Scandinavia in Free Verse More Like This
and precious stones,
wearing white cotton
with crumpled cuffs and collar.
Unbuttoned at the neck
and the leg,
her shirt billows with the wind,
making shapes of her silhouette
that exaggerates the size of the space
between her thighs.
Under a conifer tree
in a forest-full of them,
she feels the frost on bare breasts,
and in the black tangled length of her hair.
Her vast dark eyes are sunken
and stare in one direction.
She swore she saw a man there
standing in the freezing wind
that turns her pink lips pale.
With her HandI have always thought less of the leechWith her Hand in Free Verse More Like This
For needing another's life force
To sustain itself.
I have corrected this assumption.
I need her lips on my forehead
And her hand in mine
To keep depression more of a conversation topic
When we are together.
Feeling sleepless is bearable
If she's there to share my bed with.
It's like thinking, except there's responses.
That state is a kind of conduit;
Sex then is communication,
A heightened sense where we confess
Ourselves to one another.
As she lays on hands
My mind and spirit feel the benefit also.
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
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
Celebrating tomorrows
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleep
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
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?
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
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
Beyond HorizonBeyond HorizonBeyond Horizon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come, take my hand, sweet little boy
Let's run as fast as lightning
To place filled with laughter of joy
From nightly visions frightening
Keep creepy shadows on the walls
And ghosts behind the curtain
Go with me soar through open door
To where there's no more hurting
The morning star will bless our skies
No vicious smirks of demon
Dust on the road will heal the eyes
And poor wounded heart bleeding
Don't be afraid of anything
Hidden beyond horizon
Just make sure to not loosen grip
On hands of angels guiding
Where Storms Come FromWhere Storms Come FromWhere Storms Come From in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In these arms of mine you would
Have searched for light of dawn
But in the game of love
Every king becomes a pawn
Knight's shiny armour rusts
And burning passion chills
What previously saved our lives
Now recklessly kills!
Who is now to say to me
Oh, sweet brother of mine,
Where storms do come from
And what truth dwells in wine?
Love - both punishment and crime
Slowly fading away
A riddle meant to stay unsolved
Until our dying day
Chorus:
Tell me how to stay whole
When it rains in my soul
Things go out of control
After first teardrops fall
Fears of past standing tall
Bleeding wounds they recall
W
The Sixth DayThe Sixth DayThe Sixth Day in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What if the sixth day was a huge mistake
Chariot of fire without a brake?
A vision gone wrong, attempt ruined by hand
Of the bad seed, the ungrateful man
The twisted breed hastening their own fate
Born of lust, then only brought up to hate
Shallow caskets given too much free will
Beasts on two legs always ready to kill
Heavens keep looking for righteous souls
But madness is getting out of control
Clock's ticking louder than conscience and fear
The horns are blowing when end's coming near
Night is hungry, graves are burning
The bell tolls for death returning
Its slaves will rise
To blind the eyes
Of filth been
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
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 be
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
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
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 a
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
Le
I am a PoetYou ask me who I am , where did I come fromI am a Poet in Free Verse More Like This
I say: I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words
My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation
I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret
I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill
I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world
The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers
The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow
I create my words from the tissue of my veins
I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids
I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines
My word
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 l
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
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
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
too late
Show me something good in the world
Something not monstrous and vile
Awake, drained, attuned to the noise
Note: see shrink Tuesday, call doc
re pain
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
next class
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
insanity
Rusty Scissors 1Run with rusty scissors through the bleak October nightRusty Scissors 1 in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams have turned to nightmares and the end is now in sight
Wildwood spirits free-fly through the limbs of screaming trees
Screech an October tune, a mindless howling for release
Summers dead and so are the leaves that lately were so bright
The world is now an old movie, filmed in black and white
Nocturnal creatures' eyes stare, waiting for their feast
Fall upon the scissors and satiate the beasts
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 m
A Dirty FloorThe yellowed linoleum is stained with uninterpretable patternsA Dirty Floor in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps ten thousand nights of decadence, maybe ten thousand days of happy children
Thin sunlight through dirty windows shows only battered confusion
Leaving traces of lives that never meant a goddamned thing
No more than abstract patterns on a dirty floor
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
Moonlight KayakingDrip.Moonlight Kayaking in Free Verse More Like This
Drip.
Drip.
You kayak in the moonlight
Black sparkling water
Smooth and easy
I dream of you as the liquid
in my IV slowly drips
My fevered imagination speaks to the moon
And is answered in a strange language
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Waves of silence turn slowly
I see you from the shore
Reach out to you
But you're too far away
The swarming stars are friendly
And tell me there'll be another time
For moonlight kayaking
Sing.
Sing.
Sing.
Love overcomes.
Dream.
LionA lion paces beneath my window,Lion in Free Verse More Like This
occasionally looking up.
Should I let him in?
The day is bright and mellow,
he looks harmless enough in this light
What do you think?
Oh. He's eating the postman.
Nevermind.
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
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
I Don't Even Know Where To BeginI don't even know where to beginI Don't Even Know Where To Begin in Free Verse More Like This
Shall I start with your hobbies
Or where you've been?
What's your middle name
And what's your favorite sin?
The list goes on forever
And I don't even know where to begin.
Do you like long walks in the park
And day dreaming in the dark?
Do you pass love notes in class
Or do you carve them in tree bark?
There's so much I want to know
And I don't even know where to begin.
So let's start with what I know...
I know you rock, and I know you roll
I know you're shy, not afraid to cry
And I know your heart
Is as pure as your soul.
You're as infinite as the sun
And I've only just begun
St
Oh May This Cloud Never RipWhat is this? No lonely, no need for mind?Oh May This Cloud Never Rip in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where am I? A dream, a heart-bound bind?
It's both breathless and breathful, wild and kind.
Stress forgotten, no need for remind.
Truly unreal, for i feel the sting
of this mild pinch and i hear a sing.
Is it the crows abroad with aching wing?
They scream harsh words, with screeching ring.
"A dream! A dream! Ignorant sense.
All fiction and blank, these ladies and gents'.
You dream! You dream! of false resents.
Your so miniscule, weak, for a mind so immense."
A pop, a crash, a crumble, and rip.
A hope now lost, I begin my trip
back down to Earth where my body let slip,
so given to me a
Shooting Stars Aim For The Heart-Dear Father TimeShooting Stars Aim For The Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Don't mind to rewind
To a purer part
Of an end with no start
To a time without rhyme
Being guilty without crime
To a time without rhyme
To a time without chime
With no repetition
To a time without time
With no sublimination
And elimination without justification
To when peace came in rations
When land was the ocean's corruption
And when floods were solutions
When our dreams meant absolution
-Yours truly, The World
A Word or Two for the Girl I LoveYou,A Word or Two for the Girl I Love in Free Verse More Like This
More captivating than the midnight moon
have made me happier than I've been in years,
Lost for ever so long, you've walked me through this maze,
you've banished my doubts and fears,
With a love that is anything but wrong,
let our love song sing on through tears,
Because every morning,
of every day,
You
are the reason my sun appears.
I Love You Babe <3
The Last Remaining StarThere must be silver liningsThe Last Remaining Star in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There must be a shred of hope
Is all in all, all we see?
Just painfull ways to cope
But not of death nor sadness
just tis the human way
to believe they're more than dirt
as the world drips away
To claim that one's alive
means to call your own self dead
while the rivers run vertical
into the sky that burns red
and when rain turns to ash
I will fly my way to you
I will lift you off your feet
to hold you, and feel renewed
Watching your dreams fall
I cannot bare the thought
So why not fall in love
and ignore the world we forgot
because an angel among this Earth
you have been and always will
so as
shallowit's not your beautiful faceshallow in Free Verse More Like This
that i love
it's how you ruin it
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i'm too soft and rotten
now
to enter
into anything:
closets, contracts,
secret orders'
sacred blood oaths,
or thresholds; a frozen inch of face
the same as light years, oceans,
never meeting
i'd rather brush my mind with pills
and stick these artifacts of wealth
hard inside your origins
and keep the grass
from living
long
(it is not a dream if it is everyday)i no longer have the gall(it is not a dream if it is everyday) in Free Verse More Like This
to write letters to my universe.
it’s stony quiet,
all around.
it’s possum eyes in headlights,
abandoned chandeliers
frozen
in Victrola dust.
some tireless pamphleteer
has wrecked this room
with motorized felicity!
there must be
at least
one bill for every breath,
paper
mountains
of indifference.
and now, i see
you are the same.
you’re no magic
planet. i will
get up,
some time tomorrow,
mid morning, when the bugs have died,
and drive to work
and i won’t think
there’s anything
that ever came
before that sun.
and there,
i’ll trade in shibboleths
and type in pointy let
they will alwaysbounding,they will always in Free Verse More Like This
more like hurried floating, these Kublai Khans on little discs.
they ride on hurricanes, one each foot,
which seem to flare in wood grain floors
or else they’re pulled by tiny demons
unexorcised
‘till dinner’s ready.
there’s two chaotic ballerinas,
stage right, stage left, i’m trying to read
but here they blunder
unabashed
at supersonic lightening speeds.
i can’t help but laugh for life
when they steal their silly heads
from silent rooms like fairy ninja
and then pounce and flounder on the couch,
upset my drink,
sadists are people, toothis sun has found its nihilistssadists are people, too in Free Verse More Like This
on cold curbs,
on concrete roads.
everyday, one of them guards the subdivision.
i thought, “a sphinx, a totem piece, an angel of death.”
whatever, my sleepy projectionist.
it’s on my way anywhere.
it’s on my way home.
silver-brown maw, it’s at its ugliest
shriveling inside of possum flesh
in a slow taut hug
of the last empty
promise.
i won't be caught up
listening
for
one.
just lay there
for me.
religionreligion in Free Verse More Like This
nowadays,
Autumn mornings can be like this: near to nothing.
they do not sing
exactly
or hold to land
but mangle in the chimes
as gaslights huddle for permanency
and so, failing.
where have we left our-
selves?
i feign allegiance to it: eyes and dreams
and life, as dyes turn glass to hollowware
and wax to fruit,
as brindle on these bones
makes me your passersby.
but somehow, i still believe in you
like fragments of a mythos
which have calcified to faith.
you’re lingering in setscrews that i cannot touch,
waiting in the code of loins and blood-belief.
and as sudden as October sun,
you will rebloom from every pore
and bleed from
pentadactylismpentadactylism in Free Verse More Like This
you realize
and in so doing
something breaks.
every minute
you deign to make
some unknighted landfall
in a mime
of an irreversible
act;
all this time
wasted
going someplace.
when we’ve gathered up the last
of roadworthy flowers,
touched our final
sundance
in the skull
then
we’ll settle
on leaving . . .
or,
you’ll say
we’re still together
hungering in underboards
dog-fed on blood slivers, whiplash and improvidence.
why
do we pick at moments
to unlock their gnashing
guerrilla war?
i have no reason for what i want
just . . . be my collaborateur
my psalmist
my letterhead
be everything that is outlying and forbidden
the cavus which cannot bear the weight of waterweeds
and i promise to keep you
burning, weeping
or whatever
it is
you’ve
been needing
ever since our funeral
in that godless hollow
of a mind
the shut-inthe shut-in in Free Verse More Like This
where are these keyholes to the Equinox? the stars huddle
like alien nettle,
a gray chime of wrens scaling tree limbs and middays,
jittery
fruit;
Darwin has no lines for me
to speak
of.
i've sheetrocked the blistering ivies and blossoms.
i've glassed out daubers and frightening mollusks
pillowing through mud honey and minute old ruins.
intimate with my quiet desk, my paper hoard
i'm still a coward; the envelopes, Obama glass, the dozen unused spiral
diaries are menacing concoctions, minotaurs of lost dimensions.
i used to sleep in creek-beds.
18 Tornados18 Tornados in Free Verse More Like This
news of the night:
they're madly searching for fresh acts of God
(or quantum luck) on second floors,
scattered tumblers in trailer parks.
nevermind the great uncertainty
leaning down your neckline,
the untelling weight-hood and period-luminosities
they teach you to ignore in school
until your comfortable derangement
can be seen from a dozen parsecs away
as one more animal armageddon.
why don't our hands,
hovels,
and spirits
prove
against our weather?
Jackson Pollock: Number 8, 1949at a certain angle of my dreadJackson Pollock: Number 8, 1949 in Free Verse More Like This
I can see the motion of your hair
glomming onto chaos in furious tangles
slickened with existential after-birth;
i have faith in our confusion.
comtrails of protozoa
desperate for the exit
collide with vectors of a monarch
in a honeysuckle rage
and deep within the forest
of your dark and brittle neurons
i am buried to the eyes,
waiting for a seizure
.
Invisible wingsIdle invisible wings;Invisible wings in Free Verse More Like This
yet to be used.
Far from impotent,
only resting;
waiting for a favorable wind, a tidy stream of air.
Strength was built upon pain,
while love and devotion built devotion and love.
Longing to drink from the rim of sovereignty,
yearning to fly-
we wait, my wings and I;
and dream of the flawlessness found
in deep, soul felt happiness; it's undeniable promise
sustaining.
MutatioI have secrets buried inside of me. Secrets that yearn to break free, to feel the sunshine, the moonshine light upon their lexicon. Some are painful, others are proud. This one is basic; this one is vital.Mutatio in Philosophical More Like This
There is power within each of us to change the world. Scoff if you must, if you are afraid to believe, but it remains true. Because worlds are as big as we live them.
I live mine in grand fashion, yet still my world is nothing compared to some. My daughter's world, that of my sons, are even smaller yet, but their happiness is of the utmost importance to me. I try to be a positive impact, a meteor of safety and love, into their universe da
oneThey were goldenone in Free Verse More Like This
Pure
All those summers
Rolled into one
as I remember
Green and fresh
we innocently played
Everything was a game
and no one ever lost
of the seaof the seaof the sea in Free Verse More Like This
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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
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
thenIt came like a slow glass hurricanethen in Free Verse More Like This
Broke on us
Shattering everything
puzzling inpuzzling inpuzzling in in Free Verse More Like This
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I am caught by tawdry beauty
wondering how this unnatural thing could be
these distortions done with full intention
tattoos on beautiful once pure skin
these warm bodies seen in dusty yellow light
breaking all my standards
my sense of right
the scents and warmth and dampness
cling to me
i fight to leave
yet do not have the strength to go
enclosed in music like a dancing carnival of mirrors
The heat the heat
the fever touch
i'm forced by inner want to stay
desire has gelled the walls that once were air
bottle theorybottle theorybottle theory in Free Verse More Like This
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I throw cola bottles randomly
searching for bourbon and early times
some years i hear a crash of breakthrough
all seems to blend together and make a kind of sense
i nod to david lynch and tell him that he had a clue
to hang on to
i fashion a new atlatl
while eyeing my collection
of bottles not yet broken
Lancelot Price 2012 August 28
film at 11I'd like to retract some pieces in my lifefilm at 11 in Free Verse More Like This
make them run backwards
like a time-lapse film
of an ugly flower that should never have been
I could watch it run from the awful thing it became
back to the beauty it once was
Love and friendship that started well
I'd watch them become more beautiful
interregnumThere was an earthquake here once.interregnum in Free Verse More Like This
Then twice. And then again.
And several more times.
And each time ended
Life came again
building hidden layers on
what had not sunk in the sea
At last, though maybe not
the deep break moved on east
the hole was sealed
the island left in peace
a large high ring
not quite complete
surrounding the abyss of calm cool water
that was all that was left of mountain
It was here we began
to build a home again
to make music and beauty
Even if explosions come again, we had our time
Lancelot Price 2012 May 13
burning homeDaidalos flew the middle wayburning home in Free Verse More Like This
just below the birds
Keeping calm and cool
made it to the nearer shore
Ikaros, his son, the never satisfied
flew higher than Nature seemed to go
and when wax, as one expects it will
ignited by the sun
set Ikaros afire
as Phoenix he flew home
to live in the farthest star
A Sailor's SonI am a sailor's sonA Sailor's Son in Free Verse More Like This
My Dad was in the war
When I was a child
I wore the hat he wore
and the bracelet with the anchor
that told his name and carried inside
that photo of my Mom and me
I see him now in old old pictures
wearing his uniform of Navy Blue
so dark it looks like it is black
White hat on head
he stands so slim
A man so true
He lived on when war was over
worked and worked and worked
sometime drank and turned to meanness
menace
but turned to sober life and play
and stayed that way for ever after
He was so fond of a world ideal
that never did or would exist
Too sensitive to live with others' greed unnamed
with comm
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