It smells of rain,
the air; thick with it.
Uneven sidewalk has morphed into a bed for worms and filth.
Debris obedient to the wind land in the pond that fell from above,
The island floats, swirls, and bobs,
Its summoned toward the edge and is lost to the abyss of the gutter.
The path has turned into a melancholy lake,
juices of the soft earth devour my feet,
hills evolve to swamp.
Trees grow heavy with the gift sent from above,
so heavy they turn into second hand gifts for me.
Leaves fall to the ground in random precision,
Piles of butterfly wings blown by the wind.
This field is a palate from the artist with the dark face that hides in the sky
I have longed and longed,
For what I cannot say,
To get rid of whom I cannot comment.
But a relief is desperately in need,
A relief from the disappointment,
A relief from the sufferings and fighting.
Relief only comes in the form of tears,
Tears that carry away the words my heart wants to say,
But my mouth cannot bear to bring to life.
Burning bridges light the road to your destiny,
Selling the real estate of my heart you once owned a large part of.
Upbeat and positive;
But no, the ache will remain.
There I stood.
Body trembling, hearing only manic depressive echoes.
On one side, mournful cries, on the other, sheer harmonics.
There was a feeling of dream-like reality.
Some great force enveloped my body, compelling me to stagger forward.
With no realization of the whereabouts of my being,
I conceded to follow my feelings, as I always did.
With each step I took,
I could see and feel and experience a new part of my life that had already happened.
It was a chronological walk in time.
The conflicting noises ahead continued to get louder and more distinct.
On one side there was a gnashing of teeth; screaming and yelling ruled.
It was riotous, and strange looking people were festering about.
They scowled and spat at me; the smell--repelling.
On the other side, there was a great feeling of unity.
Great stillness and serene calmness.
An entity secure within itself.
There were much fewer on this side.
I chose to walk close to this side.
My knees buckled, but I miraculously remained standing.
There I stood; facing the Creator.
Anticipating God’s words, I prematurely smiled expecting open arms.
God, in all His righteous power, simply pointed at me and thundered;
“I know ye not!”
There I stood… body trembling.
Cotton painted clouds in the winds they do ride
Upon depth-blue skies
The warm bronze sun is fixed
By stagnant breezes’ matrix
Surely, there’s no tempest to compromise
Majestic mountains with proud protruding cliffs
Unblemished beauty, no buts or ifs
The water a certain green blue
So crystal clear its sea through
Look about, there are no shopping eyes
Surely, there’s no havoc to compromise
There’s no fear in which to wallow
Hallowed is this enticing hollow
It’s me in perfect harmony
With the universe you see
It fevers me!
Its mystical fog rolls in and out like the tide;
calm and restful or merciless and destructive,
this sea can be a blessing to man,
but it has also hardened many hearts.
In this serene state I can comprehend how long the universe is,
the time involved in eternity,
and the grains of sand in a googolplex,
The windswept countenance is breath taking,
a stepping stone to the heavens,
the exhilarating panorama exalts me,
then humbles me because of its magnificent beauty.
It demands reverence for it is glorious.
The brute beauty of what I saw before me consumed my body,
I couldn’t look away.
A long narrow winding path of gravel and dirt,
Surrounded by hills of blueberry patches on either side.
Sanctuaried by the cold familiar wind.
The storming sea sat in front of me roaring against the rocky beach,
Listening to harmonious thundering of the waves,
The sun darted across the water,
As I lie back in the grass.
Unable to read your convoluted smile ,
I trusted you with the undiluted faith of a child.
Lightly forsaken, a new fetish of the hour,
Yielding to a physiology of morals.
Your degenerate love travels though me like influenza.
As you fall into your drunken sleep,
I’m just a weary dancing girl,
Snorting the pieces of my heart for one last high.
Regulating my hatred for you,
Ill leave it to fates spite,
As I walk out the door.
‘cause I live in
A pretty house I don’t
feel pain and haven’t felt things that
than my happy
smile that meets your eye.
Been told “I wish I aborted you”,
on the kitchen
floor. Caught her with men, caught
her with women, and watched her walk away
I’ve been lied to,
abandoned. So don’t cry to me and
you had my life.
You don’t know me. I’m not
Time to be free,
to set my mind between a world of sense and one of joy.
A two tab kind of day.
Tiny white papers in my pocket made their way under my tongue,
I sat there for a bit,
chewed and swallowed.
Waiting for my body to sink,
to hit that deep bottomless interiority;
I sat fixed on the horizon.
Tall beautiful pines towered over the cove,
casting it with shadows of remorse.
Serenity, peace dropped slowly over me from the veils of darkness.
Longing for the visitings of imaginative power,
to set me free from the pit of my own mind.
Butterflies left the sky above and made their way to my body,
soon they fled from my empty gullet,
oozed their way to my hands and feet;
the tingles embraced me.
You, you dirty fool, you, you
Sit there with your slicked
Back black hair and a fine ripe ass
In a comfortable chair and
Read your sexual poems to
A class full of women who
Want you so bad, but nobody
Wants you more than me, you
Dirty dirty fool you
You mysterious man, you
Lounging there with your chiseled face
A smile so warm,
That draws us all in,
Making me long for you,
That’s what you do
Oh how I do want you