blues oneblues one in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Blues One: Internal, Literal
The vision of youth -
out on the playground,
it was there and we saw it
coming and going
hard fast and magical, spherical -
pitched between two knuckles
by big authority
with a slippery spit release
and it just happened that the sun was high
and you said you were blinded -
and you said you were wounded -
and you struck out by a mile
with only the swoosh of air between you
All small miracles gone in an instant.
The innocence of cracks in the concrete -
and how an insect was a day at the theatre
if even for a split second -
and everything was new
every sound, every sight -
every dirty word -
every lie so perfect in its truth.
And now you're a thirty-something
and even though no two snow flakes are the same,
no two rain drops alike,
every stone in your well manicured lawn
is left unturned
and the tribes under them wait cold in rot
for your hand to reveal them -
to see them and to realize:
there's more to this existence
four years of neverAgain, as before,four years of never in Free Verse More Like This
this is one of many nights
I've wanted you here, Dear Friend.
The warmth of your body next to mine
to keep the shadows out of my veins,
the passion of your words
to keep my mind from drifting
into our difficult night garden's
You see, Dear Friend,
the dead have been gathering
outside of my door
as my memory begins to drift
into places and times I never wanted,
where uncertain future
failed to bind them into submission.
& tonight I want you here,
for I have laced my boots with fire
for the war against my own
and require your steady hands
to help us reclaim the love
that fills our empty tomorrow.
destination oneIf I get out of this life alivedestination one in Free Verse More Like This
I'll defeat new ends
Creating a mind
that mimics the heart;
ah, now there's a war
(for a goal).
tomorrow's rock gardentomorrow's rock garden in Free Verse More Like This
Tomorrow's Rock Garden
What has man become
but a misplaced tombstone
in staggered rows of arrogance
resistant to the chisel of common sense
and smiling like sheep
with granite teeth
polluted to perfection
on chemical lawns
casting a stubborn shadow
over dead values.
head to rome, child21st Century restroomhead to rome, child in Free Verse More Like This
tells all who enter:
the urinal is a miracle,
a fountain of youth.
I only see filth and fallacy
through 20th century eyes
as Orpheus plays
America the Beautiful
with his ass
in a stall two doors away
and record industry executives
pile in flapping contracts
Seagulls on the shore of
beautiful Lake Creativity
now gone dry.
And this, I know,
through 20th Century eyes,
is static modulating
21st Century minds
from wherever here is,
they are -
and to uncertain eternity
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
DownfallDownfall in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
An Army Of Artistic PurposeAn Army Of Artistic Purpose in Free Verse More Like This
Graphite floods of abstract calamities,
Varying shades of grey burning gently,
Aging and softening, eroding in time.
Paper rolls from memory to thought,
Image to scripture
It breathes the air of free reign
A melodic sense of purpose
Carrying on to
Absence of eraser use
Just scribbles and dashes
Running along the accidental collisions
Of poor thought processes brought together.
The novels that &
They're Just HopelessThey're Just Hopeless in Free Verse More Like This
Frangible lives sitting in catch-22s,
Proclaiming nothing but self-pity,
No one notices a cloudy day in Oregon,
Another thing to look through,
People know better
Kids dont' know sorrow at age 16
Just drowning themselves in a symbolic bath
Of ignorance and self-regret,
The new trend of today's youth.
Dressed in black like
an emotional funeral,
Listening to punk on MTV,
With scarred wrists,
Bleeding over a dead cat.
Smoking just to be different,
Or to cover incessant body odor,
Two birds are killed with one stone,
Love for harrassment
And loving themselves when they put their head in an oven,
Unlike rapid-onset brain tumors
It's all preventable
LustImpulses and sin surges drive me full throttle 'twards adultery,Lust in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Young and beautiful elegance in the movement, it was raw poetry,
Curses for my illegal social stand point and banded ball and chain,
Hopes and wishes followed my dreams and obsessions to fill the brain,
Everyday I show up at the same place to see her sitting,
It's an addiction and every day I tell myself "Soon I'll be quitting".
Heroin and methamphetamines depicted the lesser of horror stories,
100 percent of my being is filled with lust sick as mortuaries,
Words spill of false whereabouts to loved ones and friends,
Feelings process into OCD disorders and mental health descends,
Questioning myself constantly with shifty eyes and a damp palm.
My life suddenly reaches crescendo with eye contact and artificial calm.
Words never sounded so beautiful and feelings magnify,
Never to hear them again as my focus shifts to someone nearby.
A Night On The BeachA Night On The Beach in Free Verse More Like This
Sand and pearls crawling under sunsets,
Mellow breezes stroke across polished wood,
Time whispers into dusk with soft purpose.
Bon fires floating in the sea of darkness,
Stories make acquaintance with one another,
Life depictions and merry banter.
Stars brush against the ebony canvas,
Constellations glowing in radiant bouquets,
Tides shifting under the glow of the moon,
Blankets and embers casting flush shadows.
LostGlass tubes fill on the outlook of mysteries,Lost in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Injured thoughts spill on personal histories,
Serums administered delicately on the eve,
Walls sway like ocean waves while blades fall from sleeves,
Spades, Aces and switches come down like rain,
Suns set on horizons then written upon inside the brain,
Blue hues shiver and course all over,
Cold smears off the skin when I'm deep undercover,
Escort the lost processes through haze and smoke
Virgins choke spitting up money until they're broke.
Trees claw on windows,
Cancer rests on trays filled with grey snow,
Midnight rests on the crest of the night,
Eyes wide open, pupils spread like its bright,
Each moment is a clip, a shake of a magic 8 ball,
Overview of the plot with a glimpse of the downfall,
Temporary insanity falls and rises,
Shadows shimmer on windows with infinite surprises,
Creativity peaks, falters, crashes, reemerges,
Blood boils over when thoughts lift and surge,
A boat on stormy waters, cutting wakes in swells,
Still awake when t
SophieSophie in Free Verse More Like This
I breathe a memory thread in.
A girl with orange hair and white skin
slipped foil secrets into my ears,
She dropped her little pills and spilled herself
like paper snowflakes into my eyes.
Her smiles ran in curly streams
Through injured heart, hands, and hairs,
Our laughter floated like feather-pillow fights
or clumps of cloud.
She deleted my freckles and fingers.
A girl with straight hair and pungent perfume
caught my tears in plastic bags to build an ocean,
She shared my seconds like jars of gold
While I wrinkled hers like apricots.
Her voice rescued me with butterfly nets
chasing dark wings outdoors,
Truth was all she breathed
into my flat lungs and fat skin.
I kissed her mouth and tasted her heart.
A girl with glittered eyes and lovely lips
splashed sunshine into my soul,
She could be a raindrop or a rainbow
with a jug of gold in her chest.
Her hand held mine on paths and streets
blocking seperation's greasy sting,
We used to watch the moon rotate
with stripped ey
Human HeartHuman Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Anti-human voices boomed in the tunnel
in the street, under steel
Carnage dropped from the air into silence,
and all became still at England's heart.
Incapable of feeling anything other than nothing
Someone personified inhumanity again
Without a face, a heart, a voice.
Click - boom was all it took
to destroy too many human hearts.
There is no reason in their world
Only self and slaughter,
They don't deserve sunshine.
Intricately charred by flameless fire
Their minds are blank, burnt black
Composed of muscle and malice
They are weak as a fingernail.
The human heart aches too intensely too often
But it's walls are thicker than skin
And stronger than a bomb fueled by silence.
The soldiers of destruction will never see our white flag
They'll see red on white and know this is England
This is strength, this is louder than their secret silence
And brighter than their shadows,
We have a face, a voice, a weapon;
The human heart is stronger when love filled.
- 8th July 2005.
Lost ManLost Man in Free Verse More Like This
A lost man walked along with me
The road I had misplaced,
He taught me proper walking
With strong boats
The kind that shame my feet.
My lost man lost his will to live
He said mine screamed too loud
Took a part for his own keep
With the knife in his mouth
He doctored my heart and left it spread to breathe.
As my lost man walked my walk
I copied his steps,
He showed me the sun and showed my the sea
We couldn't break from the pace
But broke into running and set ourselves free.
1st November 2005
The Love ShackThe Love Shack in General More Like This
Far away, thousand of miles from here, there is a black mountain. And on that black mountain, hiding in the mist of a forest, there is a small shack. And inside that shack there is a box, and in that box there is a heart. My heart, so no one can ever break it. Not even you. Even if you try, you will not be able to break my heart.
I'm here, with you.
I'm all here, touching your skin, gazing at you naked, inviting as silk.
We're together, but you are angry at me for meeting with others, for not living together. You're angry at me for not telling you I love you.
I can't love you. My heart is far away, thousand of miles from here, inside a shack, inside a box.
You are always so serious. Smile once in a while; don't take life so hard. We are doing all right as it is, aren't we?
No heart. We don't need the heart to have a good time. You don't have to handle commitment with this kind of seriousness.
"I'm leaving you, and you will end up alone" you said. "Good" I said.
"If you want to
Damn that sunDamn that sun in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You may think the sun is all good, but I beg the differ.
I say damn that sun!
It was a plain, regular morning for me.
Woke up, drank some coffee, a latte.
Read in the newspaper of the disaster in some third world country, the murder in a local club, some terrorist bombing and a few killed nothing much. I was beginning to feel pressed with time, and so I ran out to the car, when the strong sun outside caught me by surprise. I was blinded for a second, when I bumped into the elderly man walking the street.
I couldn't apologize more, when he fell down, probably breaking some ribs on the sidewalk, just outside my home.
Damn that sun.
I would have stayed, to see he is Ok, or even called an ambulance from my cell phone, but I was late for work. It's a silly excuse, but it was the sun fault.
So I was driving with the damn sun in my eyes, cursing that ball of fire to the best of my knowledge, when I came to the junction of streets I had to cross, to get into my office parking. It was the
Dead TearsDead Tears in Free Verse More Like This
I am alone.
I am a squished banana
Under the foot of a clown
Peel back my yellow layers
Reveal the soft white child inside
I am slightly mushy
Perhaps you should have eaten me sooner.
Today they forgot to give me crackers with my soup.
I think they did it on purpose.
Why should I have crackers
If nobody loves me?
I sit alone outside the library.
There is no place to sit inside.
It's always like this.
Oh! What a cruel existance is this?
Satan does not acknowlege my letters!
Perhaps I gave the wrong postal code.
Santa does not exist.
The blood trickles down my chin
And onto my inadequately-developed chest.
The clown laughs no more.
--Title In Description--What is a Cafe O'Lait?--Title In Description-- in Free Verse More Like This
Café-o-Lait Café au Lait - that's it
Am I retarded or something?
I don't know.
Is it a Misto?
The fuck's a Misto?
No one calls it that in Italy, do they?
Apparently they call it something in France
Café au Lait
Hoity-toity snub-nosed know-nothings-about-what-I-do
Want some Brévé?
No whip, though, cause that would be piggish
while you're at it, make that sugar-free syrop
Anyways, my shift
a love storyi saw a girl who was in the raina love story in Free Verse More Like This
she was smiling but in truth in pain
then there was a boy who was all alone
all alone weeping on his own
they found each other on an empty street
their hearts sudenly on the same beat
and they felt their souls were connected
all of these they never expected
their lives changed, as if there was nothing bad
they had what they needed and what they never had
their life seemed brighter
and their problems all lighter
but it can only go so far
cant always be wishing on a star
love can be the best thing you get
but bad things follow good, i bet
then it was good but pain followed
without a doubt their hearts hollowed
they thought that they were free as a dove
but theres no such thing as a perfect love
HomeTime is weird.Home in Free Verse More Like This
I spent months in a vortex winding, and winding.
And finally wound in to a tunnel.
Tubular and long, I'm walking through it.
The end isn't a thought or a sight.
No cliche's about light, just tunnel.
And I'm thrilled about it.
Walking straight and diligently forward.
Every day the scenery repeats.
My actions repeat, with mild differences.
There's only one sadness.
Life burns quickly, like the wick of a bomb.
And the tunnel is the wick.
And again there's progress.
Achievement and reward.
An unexpected departure.
I want to find my way back.
I'm scrambling, moving shifting fixing talking screaming.
Sleep is a memory, time tumbles, patterns disappear.
I look forward to returning more than anything else.
With a whoosh, it's back.
The first day is different than the others.
It's particularly exciting to organize the pace.
The next day it's as it was.
And I'm home.