thoughts, caged in solitude
like the wild lion, once free,
pacing,
waiting...
for one of the Many locks to loosen
its grip, always
forgetting that upon escape
euthanization inevitably follows...
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 12, 2011
Landlord
Just call me G and my body
Shakes like a quake at sea.
You have no desire
to close line me on a wire, but
It don't matter if the rent on intent
Is paid. Fuck it, I'm still livin' it
unless she evicts my ass!
Shit! I'd hit it if I had the damn key.
But that don't matter, there's always
Whiskey and the shine of the moon.
That ain't just a line, girl
Come here, let's give it a whirl.
I know you're listening.....
Shakes like a quake at sea.
You have no desire
to close line me on a wire, but
It don't matter if the rent on intent
Is paid. Fuck it, I'm still livin' it
unless she evicts my ass!
Shit! I'd hit it if I had the damn key.
But that don't matter, there's always
Whiskey and the shine of the moon.
That ain't just a line, girl
Come here, let's give it a whirl.
I know you're listening.....
Dec 9, 2011
Flatlined
...they weren't just words. (FYI,)
but 2 nights ago, maybe 3?
I took a blow
BAM! right in the gut,
Everything stopped. (my heart,)
It wasn't because of that girl, but...
duffle bags?
hm!
I'd been considering
a yard sale.
I've been trained (please note)
My mouth now
zipped. (is yours?)
Please, no?
I'm afriad of
what a yard sale sign (...for the taking!)
is gonna cost
you know, in case
I get strapped.
but 2 nights ago, maybe 3?
I took a blow
BAM! right in the gut,
Everything stopped. (my heart,)
It wasn't because of that girl, but...
duffle bags?
hm!
I'd been considering
a yard sale.
I've been trained (please note)
My mouth now
zipped. (is yours?)
Please, no?
I'm afriad of
what a yard sale sign (...for the taking!)
is gonna cost
you know, in case
I get strapped.
Dec 4, 2011
Incessantly Aware
Not a touch or a glance,
but your sheer
existence, like origami
curls a toe or ten.
Hell, just the sight of your name
sets me aflame, period.
And well, not even 9 hours without ac
in hundred degree heat, birth
more wetness in me, from just your aura
again and again.
I can't even imagine
what more you could give me baby...
Without any effort at all, you've
given me every
color in existence, in a world
that for me,
was always black and blue.
I don't know how you do
what you do,
only to say, I'm grateful
that you are.
Dec 1, 2011
yea, whatever
Dreams,
they buzz
like a trapped fly
beating its head against the window,
being taunted
from the beauty that
LIES
outside.
they buzz
like a trapped fly
beating its head against the window,
being taunted
from the beauty that
LIES
outside.
on a diet of strange
eyes shift
with regrets and Lies
never spoken Or
even whispered
but swallowed, and absorbed.
with a hallow Vulnerability.
Even
purging, a constant failure.
Like A Slippery rock,
It drops
Emotionless,
just below the heart
right in the gut, where it
grows into a massive mass
of
broken dreams and promises
...becoming so full, there's
no room for dessert.
with regrets and Lies
never spoken Or
even whispered
but swallowed, and absorbed.
with a hallow Vulnerability.
Even
purging, a constant failure.
Like A Slippery rock,
It drops
Emotionless,
just below the heart
right in the gut, where it
grows into a massive mass
of
broken dreams and promises
...becoming so full, there's
no room for dessert.
Nov 29, 2011
Perpetrater
I only need look up to the skies where
her eyes are the seething storms, passing me by.
Those lips. OH, you must know
they rip me at the core, leading me.
needing.
pleading. For a score.
Those fingers, HA! Just one
caress from those fingers lingers
a decade, or four. But who's counting?
Because with
Just the thought of your breath, well... it keeps me
at the depths of a plea that will never hear me.
And you know, next comes the pleading
of no more goodbyes at the meeting of
her thighs. Holy High Hell!!! The Beginning
of the ending, and back again in a slippery slope.
In a pervasive haste, if
you need the body of mine against yours,
meet me at nine, leaning back
feeling it in the rhythm of the universe
calling your name. and mine.
her eyes are the seething storms, passing me by.
Those lips. OH, you must know
they rip me at the core, leading me.
needing.
pleading. For a score.
Those fingers, HA! Just one
caress from those fingers lingers
a decade, or four. But who's counting?
Because with
Just the thought of your breath, well... it keeps me
at the depths of a plea that will never hear me.
And you know, next comes the pleading
of no more goodbyes at the meeting of
her thighs. Holy High Hell!!! The Beginning
of the ending, and back again in a slippery slope.
In a pervasive haste, if
you need the body of mine against yours,
meet me at nine, leaning back
feeling it in the rhythm of the universe
calling your name. and mine.
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 8, 2011
2 4 1
No matter how hard a ball is thrown, it will always find stillness if no one is there to catch it….
Love's Memory
8 days or nights
or both, more
than 16 moments
to rest in your
bosom
The clock ticked
I didn’t notice
the tock
leaving time,
breathing in
your divine sensualness,
again.
my soul
resting in your hands,
the awakening of you,
me, us…
the taste of you
playfully dancing,
lingering
beyond 8 days or nights
or both, more than
16 moments,
I hope
or both, more
than 16 moments
to rest in your
bosom
The clock ticked
I didn’t notice
the tock
leaving time,
breathing in
your divine sensualness,
again.
my soul
resting in your hands,
the awakening of you,
me, us…
the taste of you
playfully dancing,
lingering
beyond 8 days or nights
or both, more than
16 moments,
I hope
The Last Fall
Fightin’ my second cold
in as many weeks.
.... it’s gettin’ old.
Things are lookin’ bleak,
feelin’ numb up and down
.... my spine.
Feeling rather inclined
to leave it all behind.
There's gotta be a way,
.... to stay
when all I wanna do
is get the hell away
....from you.
in as many weeks.
.... it’s gettin’ old.
Things are lookin’ bleak,
feelin’ numb up and down
.... my spine.
Feeling rather inclined
to leave it all behind.
There's gotta be a way,
.... to stay
when all I wanna do
is get the hell away
....from you.
Stranger Friend
She gives and takes away
the same gift
in one quick gesture
without knowing
she did either one,
simply
by saying hello.
the same gift
in one quick gesture
without knowing
she did either one,
simply
by saying hello.
Shame
because I’m here
in disguise
her whole life
is nuts.
she can’t quite grasp
how I take over
when you come near,
just like any other.
I’ve spent a lifetime
convincing her I’m real,
now she knows
and so do those
who let me in.
in disguise
her whole life
is nuts.
she can’t quite grasp
how I take over
when you come near,
just like any other.
I’ve spent a lifetime
convincing her I’m real,
now she knows
and so do those
who let me in.
The Blue Starred Journal
Carly’s song plays
in my head
everytime
I pick up a pen
and begin to write.
My words
unshared
cause even though
it is written for me
you will think it’s not.
It really doesn’t matter
what you think,
cause only I
know my own code!
The blue journal
with a star
that was sent from afar,
knows all there is to know.
It doesn’t have an opinion
one way or the other
whether what I wrote
should have been
or not.
in my head
everytime
I pick up a pen
and begin to write.
My words
unshared
cause even though
it is written for me
you will think it’s not.
It really doesn’t matter
what you think,
cause only I
know my own code!
The blue journal
with a star
that was sent from afar,
knows all there is to know.
It doesn’t have an opinion
one way or the other
whether what I wrote
should have been
or not.
Sep 11, 2011
tuesday mourning
The following poem was written many years before 9-11-2001. 3 years or so after 9/11 I was cleaning out my desk drawer and came across an old notebook with notes in it. When I used to be an avid writer, I kept a notebook with thoughts and ideas that would come to me so I could later write a poem or story. You can imagine how I must've felt when I found the skelton of this...
late summer morning
tuesday, like any other.
sun shining...
suddenly
CRASH, CRACK, BURN
FRANTIC FAST FEET RUN,
SCREAMING ALL ABOUT
people stop, stare...
CRASH, CRACK BURN
again
FRANTIC FAST FEET RUN,
SCREAMING IN DISBELIEF
GASPING
CRASH, CRACK, BURN
again and again
lives lost
souls torn
heroes made
we’ll never forget
that
late summer morning
sun shining
stillness
gasping
disbelief
in one moment
UNITED WE STAND
HAVE WE FOGOTTEN?
late summer morning
tuesday, like any other.
sun shining...
suddenly
CRASH, CRACK, BURN
FRANTIC FAST FEET RUN,
SCREAMING ALL ABOUT
people stop, stare...
CRASH, CRACK BURN
again
FRANTIC FAST FEET RUN,
SCREAMING IN DISBELIEF
GASPING
CRASH, CRACK, BURN
again and again
lives lost
souls torn
heroes made
we’ll never forget
that
late summer morning
sun shining
stillness
gasping
disbelief
in one moment
UNITED WE STAND
HAVE WE FOGOTTEN?
Aug 19, 2011
the poetry of growing old...
The other day, one of the teenagers in my life was telling me something great about their day.
To show great, short winded, enthusiastic support, I snapped “Awesome!”
What I heard back was, “Oh no, you did NOT just use that word!”
“What word?” I asked.
“Awesome! You’re too old to use that word.”
-----Insert sounds of me laughing, HYSTERICALLY here!!!-----
Oh, right…. I forgot I'm past the age of awesomeness.
"Okey dokey, GOLLY GEE THAT SURE SOUNDS NEATO!” I said instead of the very efficient, but most appropriate word, awesome.
“Well now you’re just being sarcastic”, comes the reply.
YA THINK?????
Golly gee growing old sucks! I know I'm not past the age of suckiness!!!
To show great, short winded, enthusiastic support, I snapped “Awesome!”
What I heard back was, “Oh no, you did NOT just use that word!”
“What word?” I asked.
“Awesome! You’re too old to use that word.”
-----Insert sounds of me laughing, HYSTERICALLY here!!!-----
Oh, right…. I forgot I'm past the age of awesomeness.
"Okey dokey, GOLLY GEE THAT SURE SOUNDS NEATO!” I said instead of the very efficient, but most appropriate word, awesome.
“Well now you’re just being sarcastic”, comes the reply.
YA THINK?????
Golly gee growing old sucks! I know I'm not past the age of suckiness!!!
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