I will probably stand you up on end,
the way hair rises for
electricity
uprighted, sure,
though not exactly how it’s supposed to be
I’ll play the current
and you won’t be what you were,
or at least always have been

And whether that changing
and charging between us
is right or wrong
is up for interpretation.

And speaking of interpretations,
you could wind up trying to read my signs
even though they won’t be signs,
unless I make them signs...
like warning signs,
or danger signs,
or maybe the kind of signs on old road posts,
weathered and worn,
and illegible

or maybe the kind of picket signs
that tells you all the ways
from which you can leisurely choose
on some sun dusted road
with your options spread at your eyes
and your feet
and hopefully, your heart
and you could choose whichever direction
that you think you know you want

And my words will most likely make you strain to hear,
though it may be a song you don’t understand,
like those of birds flying together distantly,
whom no matter how you concentrate,
are still a different species,
singing a foreign tongue,
who make you feel
and make you know
with a sadness or determination or both,
that until a melody is made solely for you,
you will always just be dropping eaves

And speaking of dropping,
I could cause a loosened grasp on things
the things you can touch,
and the things you can’t
and the things I can’t
will all be forgotten,
dwarfed,
at least, seconded
by my growing presence in your mind
you might imagine me as an Alice
oh my poor, shrinking wonderland
you didn’t stand a chance.


And it’s possible those things,
you know,
the ones that you let drop,
will clatter to the ground,
from your forgetful, or, unconcerned fingers,
and when they are grounded,
discarded,
leveled,
lowered to my toes,
that I may see a higher view

But, perhaps, just maybe
you’ll find that,
though they fell,
though you let them fall,
that I didn’t let them b r e a k

perhaps you’ll see I will have made for them a haven,
cushioning, cradling and made up of only the softest matter,
six thousand thread count kind of stuff,
likefeather down,
eyelashed cheeks,
inner cloud,
your words,
and my kisses


And when you finally come down from my initial high,
it’s probable that you’ll be so dazed
and dizzied
that you must look at your feet
to make sure that you are still standing
and that is when you will see
that in the moments when you forgot
the importance of your things, that I
did not
And I could not let them
clatter, shatter, smash
and that though they dropped,
because of me,
they are still intact
because of me

and when you see your things,
ones you loved but forgot you loved,
that they are all
unbroken,
is when you will know you can love me
wholly

I don’t think I love you anymore.
I give up on trying
I can’t bring myself down enough for you
I am already nothing

My heart is a piece of paper, crumpled again and again
There are only so many times you can look passed the wear and tear
The water stains from the words you say
The small rips, with no intentions of destroying me completely..
but doing it ever so slowly..

What was once written upon it is no longer legible
No longer easily seen
Maybe the words have already faded
Maybe I can’t get them back

And I have already forgotten what was once written there

-Asterisks indicate the necessity to pop your cheek with your thumb.
-Answer the two questions correctly and I will give you a hug.

He fell asleep while traveling time
where a true name
becomes everything else.
So please give me a minute to explain myself
through the doorways
that I see champagne on a windowsill
walking across the room with blue
and fine china feet
saying again and again
drink me.
Until somehow
the words become a song
singing and swinging the bottle like a dinner bell for thirst.
A kind that we've settled to quench
with television
and somebody else's dream.
So don't pour my drink.
I'm trying to uncork it with my thumbs.

POP

It's flat
and I still have a tongue
so I will use it and I
I will use my thumbs to push back time
until hitler
becomes a baby.
Dr. King becomes a baby.
Until the left and the right and every dead genius in between
becomes
a baby.

Tiny feet trying not to crush the wet salad of the lawn
because it is green,
like my heart
that has learned
how to break fine china.
From experience,
let me tell you
it's a lot more tiresome than a blue dream
but he fell asleep on a boxcar crossing Germany
where mustard gas
drowns you in your own lungs
and he tries to breath between the joints in the track

the

click
...                             clack
click

as years
hurtle by.

Asking again and again,

"Who killed me?"
           &
"Who am I?",

until dinner was served without grace.
Until my head becomes stiff and bubble shaped
having been conditioned by
their
piles
&
piles
&      mounds

of
ob        cation.
fus

So we should tell all the baby hitlers,
that become children
that become us,
that a lie
is what you become
when abusing language to distort a reality.

And when you make a fist
you are handing lies out at random on a silver tongue.
But I still have one
and I still have thumbs
so sorry to burst your bubble but,

POP.

Child,
I don't mean to put

barbed wire

between us.  
I know it hurts
to have something so precious as the world
taken away.
But walls hurt worse
and through them only muffled sounds are ever heard
until your world is made of mute prisoners
that have forgotten what silver
really sounds like.

Blessed be
for I also have ears
so give me second place
and I will throw the medal against your walls.
Ringing out,
the universe doesn't look like an ebony tub,
with knobs we can't ever see,
full of infinite shining marbles to everybody.
Your mind
is a library of language,
so free will isn't a book written in english.
And tourists,
those know nothing infants trying to travel,
belong
where
           ever they
are
                             going.

Belonging like this medal bouncing trying to sing
off your wall
and
falls

into


your world.

Where again it will ring,

we've all been runner up

and somehow
we still get annoyed when another doesn't enter our library
instead of trying harder
next time.

So,
let me say grace.
Let me set l o n g tables
with the gruel that's been given
served on b  r                     n.
                         o
                           k  
                                        e          
china,
spooned
with sterling silver.

Knowing what and what not to say is painful,
never knowing the outcome.
The wonder in our words unspoken
echo across exposed skin.
Trying to hide the truth may not be the way to go,
but can be inevitable if it wants to be found.

Sigh and empty your invisible wounds,
lay them in this kiss.
They will forever be forgotten
and never will be missed.

The pain felt by others may be my only weakness.
My empathy overpowering.
Used to hiding the emotions I steal
in strange looks and heated kisses
My mind and soul are hidden, even if not for long.
If only I could keep it from those who are there.

Sigh and empty your invisible wounds,
lay them in this kiss.
They will forever be forgotten
and never will be missed.

Time is passed as we  grow stronger,
but the agony we bare remains.
This confusion entices me, telling me to give in.
Who can I turn to?
What can i do?
Nothing is helping and i wont go to you.

This pain is mine alone.
Not for you to see.
my purpose now is to run
And make it all unknown.

Is there a shadow to my thoughts? Smudges trailing behind..

Slow moving snails, sticky trails straggling along behind my train of thought...

Frightened by bright ideas, cowering in corners....

until they are forgotten...

The moment I saw you
We shared a look
And the look told me
You needed me
You wanted me

I have waited for that glance
For a long long time
For a chance
To make love mine

And your face
So sweet
And your smile
I wish I could keep it
And carry your love around with me

Since you are not with me
You are oceans away
But my love for you
It remains

In the deep blue sea
That runs through these
Very veins

I do not know you
But I really want to
I want to keep you in my heart
Until my return

I have not been able to write a poem
About a love
Because I never needed someone

Like I need you
And I need you there
Because you bring out a laugh
Inside me
That comes from a childish part of myself
That I had forgotten

And you make me happy
Your smile your eyes
You're lovely
And I know it

I hope you realize this too,
And hopefully I’m special to you

Because I could laugh with you
For hours
I could talk to you for days

I love it when you look at me
As if you are going to say something
But you don’t
Because maybe you are afraid
Of what I might say

Don’t be
Because I am all for you
And I’m a lot more free
In your arms

Can you believe I miss you
And I barely know you
I’d kiss you if I could

I’ve been waiting a long long time
To make love mine
And I’ve been hoping
It would be through your eyes

I won’t need to compromise
Since I see you in my dreams

Quietly you wake me

We are older now,
And you tell me I was laughing in my sleep
I tell you I’d been thinking about us
And how we used to be
So long we have trusted love
You say oh dear “I am the one
You are still dreaming of?”
And I reply
with my head
titled
on your shoulder
“ It has always been you,
from our youth
That knew how to make me smile
It was always been you
That I trusted with the truth"

I opened my eyes yet again

To see I was dreaming once more
But this time I am alone in my bed
In an empty room
I look at myself in the mirror
I have aged lines on my face
His love is here written in the lines
That made me burst out into tears
That made me laugh
Over the years
And I look down and hold my hand
Tightly against my chest
I then remember
he is here.
In my heart.

I awake a third time
They say it’s the charm
And I am in my room
Still young
Still twenty
I’m breathing so quickly
I look around
Nothing has changed
And i’m ok

The moment I saw you
We shared a look
And the look told me
You needed me
You wanted me
But for now I must sleep
For promises to keep
That bring us to life
Lose a fight
Start a love
Goodnight .

The moment I saw you
We shared a look
And the look told me
You needed me
You wanted me

I have waited for that glance
For a long long time
For a chance
To make love mine

And your face
So sweet
And your smile
I wish I could keep it
And carry your love around with me

Since you are not with me
You are oceans away
But my love for you
It remains

In the deep blue sea
That runs through these
Very veins

I do not know you
But I really want to
I want to keep you in my heart
Until my return

I have not been able to write a poem
About a love
Because I never needed someone

Like I need you
And I need you there
Because you bring out a laugh
Inside me
That comes from a childish part of myself
That I had forgotten

And you make me happy
Your smile your eyes
You're lovely
And I know it

I hope you realize this too,
And hopefully I’m special to you

Because I could laugh with you
For hours
I could talk to you for days

I love it when you look at me
As if you are going to say something
But you don’t
Because maybe you are afraid
Of what I might say

Don’t be
Because I am all for you
And I’m a lot more free
In your arms

Can you believe I miss you
And I barely know you
I’d kiss you if I could

I’ve been waiting a long long time
To make love mine
And I’ve been hoping
It would be through your eyes

I won’t need to compromise
Since I see you in my dreams

Quietly you wake me

We are older now,
And you tell me I was laughing in my sleep
I tell you I’d been thinking about us
And how we used to be
So long we have trusted love
You say oh dear “I am the one
You are still dreaming of?”
And I reply
with my head
titled
on your shoulder
“ It has always been you,
from our youth
That knew how to make me smile
It was always been you
That I trusted with the truth"

I opened my eyes yet again

To see I was dreaming once more
But this time I am alone in my bed
In an empty room
I look at myself in the mirror
I have aged lines on my face
His love is here written in the lines
That made me burst out into tears
That made me laugh
Over the years
And I look down and hold my hand
Tightly against my chest
I then remember
he is here.
In my heart.

I awake a third time
They say it’s the charm
And I am in my room
Still young
Still twenty
I’m breathing so quickly
I look around
Nothing has changed
And i’m ok

The moment I saw you
We shared a look
And the look told me
You needed me
You wanted me
But for now I must sleep
For promises to keep
That bring us to life
Lose a fight
Start a love
Goodnight .

he's been running
running away all of his life
he's run from his parental responsibilities
he's been running for many years
he's a father of neglect
his children he did reject
he left them at a young age
he showed not an iota of care
he was so self absorbed
in running elsewhere
he's run a marathon
all around the globe
covering his tracks
should he be found out
he's used deception
cunning and guile
to avoid his children's smiles
his primary concern has been for himself
he's so in love with himself
he's had two families of children
and their mothers
had to fill the role
of both parents
while he was chasing
another piece of skirt
to satisfy his wanderlust
he's not a man
he's a mouse
he's run
well away from his fatherly duties
he'll die alone
and he'll be easily forgotten
as men like him
are very very rotten
he deserted his children
abandoned them
he had no love
in his hollow heart for them

Cascade along the midnight street
Allow your feet to lead the way
Past shuttered shops and lowered blinds
And let your mind be led astray
Although some time meandering
And wandering bereft of cares
You find you've stopped and there you stand
Beneath a strand of marble stairs
 
You brush your hand along the rail
As you assail the stony flight
There, at the top a door of brass
And crystal glass reflects the night
A counter cut of fretted oak
Unique, bespoke and petrified
Encroaches on the lobby floor
With doorways on its either side
 
Within them dwells an ailing stage
All worn with age and polished black
And facing this are rows of seats
With velvet pleats and to the back
Resides a heavy curtained box
With silver locks and tapestry
Scenes of the earth and all above
Of love and whimsicality
 
Inside the hall, the lights are out
Yet all about an echo bounds
Of lost applause and orchestras
And raucous, energetic sounds
It's here and now, upon the boards
The darkness hoards a pool of light
Where mingling in motes of dust
And arm is thrust from out of site
 
A quiet amid the hush befalls
Along the stalls, a faceless glare
As set in shades of darkest dim
She glimmers like a solitaire
Her dance describes a careful tone
Each every bone at her command
Her feet tattoo a silent beat
The rhythm meets her open hand
 
Her features null and desolate
Her lips yet to convey a smile
She draws a story with her grace
With shapeless face and all the while
She skips across the empty floor
A dead score from an vacant pit
And through a haze of burning lime
From distant times her dance is lit
 
A swan song of a life cut short
A fable wrought in liquid gloom
Lamenting talent never proved
A bud removed before it's bloom
Its loss a crime against the world
A shadow hurled towards the sun
For such a life slip the hands
As dry sands through the fingers run
 
And now she stands at center stage
A gilded cage she'll never slip
A single tear is seen to leak
about her cheek, across her lip
She stoops a solitary bow
And dips her brow to those unseen
A cacophony of aphony
For her, the girl who's never been
 
A ghostly veil wavers free
As slowly she dissolves in light
Her sparkle spreads and dissipates
Evaporates from empty sight
She never takes a curtain call
No flowers fall about her toes
But still she dances for the dark
A tiny spark of spirit froze


reposted because I'd forgotten all about it