You're present when I hear this song.
As if the moment in time
and futures unknown
simply belong.
One hears the sound of water
that you hold so dear.
Washing away regret
and all that you fear.
Its rhythm flows
over worn thresholds,
to sand life's splinters
and to level down time.
Just as you ebb
from your story's past
to contain its pain,
you propel past rocks
and aspire to climb.
Its tempo is
upbeat,
firm,
urgent.
As your gift to others becomes
more evident
more
more fluent.
Its tone is carefree, deep and abundant.
Just as your voice reveals its depth
and your view shows its vibrance
onto its own.
The song takes its time to bring us through.
As you savor moments
seek significance
in everything
you do.
C. . .
I hope you
like this song,
this poem,
Oh, I hope I got it right.
I felt your presence,
heard this song,
wrote this poem,
just tonight.
America, the beautiful
Home of the brave
Or so it used to be
Before it became
Home of the selfish and lazy
From sea to shining sea
Once a cape of good hope
Until the tidal patterns shifted
And eroded the shores
Of her dignity
Born American, patriot by choice
Is how the saying goes
But what's a patriot really
If patriotism is measured
By the size of one's collection of faded bumper stickers
(As if bumper stickers would revive us)
Land of the pilgrim's pride
But on this trajectory
We'll soon be
Land of the pilgrim's regret
From every mountainside, let ignorance ring
I cringe to think of what we're reduced to
A hollow shell
Made of fashion and fake money
Nothing keeping us truly alive
Each generation weaker than the one before
Please, no more.
Someone speak for all that's good
Do what our leaders never could
My country, 'tis of thee
I plead, awaken, open your eyes, and see.
Day three of my A Poem A Day project. Written 5/16/2013.
He wields his hammer
without mercy
bring
the
metal
d
o
w
n
time and space
e x p a n d i n g
crushing metal to earth
to vibration to sound
my head snaps to the left
vibration through earth
through atom through drum
a fire ignites...a fire BURNS...a fire smolders
nostrils flare
apertures contract straining to focus
heart valves pump unnaturally
oxygen is scarce
knees weaken
and i s
i
n
k
arms of steel
guide my hips...
(keep breathing)
strands of gold
brush my neck
(open your eyes)
kisses so light
turn to a force of nature
(by the forgotten gods,
you are beautiful)
teeth playfully snap
eyes shine
(breathe, woman, breathe)
our neurons are mirrored
our pheromones agree
now comply...surrender...submit
your cape is irrelevant
the crimson does not impress me
you do not need it to take flight
your armor is useless
i can pierce it simply
with a look from my blue eyes
what of your hammer, Thor?
it is all of what you are;
heavy with burden
spinning and light with hope
crushing the earth with music
raised high to lead
with a steady hand
hailing a booming storm
light electrifying
be assured - your hammer is your own
i do not desire to take what is yours
to smother your light
to limit your branches
i only wish to see you grow in strength
in beauty
in music
in light
and so i will wait...
for the thunder of the hammer
crushing the ground
calling me home.
"I hope you find happiness"
Are you saying I'm not happy?
I'm angry
But I hope that is what you're saying
Because it would mean someone is paying attention
Someone notices
i feel constantly betrayed
constantly abandoned
constantly FORGOTTEN
LEFT
USED
by everyone.
everyone
besides me
gets to leave
gets to get away from this fucking town
these fucking people
our fucking problems
but no
little red
has to stay.
someone has to take care of dad
and it's always going to be her
because she is always there.
dear
sisters
i delight in the day
when i am not there
when the knife is not just dug into me
but into you
then YOU
will have to stay.
i hope you enjoy
feeling every little thing
that i had to feel
for two fucking years.
i hope they
carve wrinkles into your face
scars into your arms
and legs
i hope you write thousands of tortured poems
i hope you never get any better
and most of all,
i hope there is someone
who gets to do EVERYTHING you EVER wanted to do
and then never even
visits you
or thanks you
for taking care of dad
and for keeping their mind
crystal
fucking
clear
of guilt.
sisters,
i will glory
in your suffering
when i leave
for good
which i pray
will be
soon
because i want you
to hurt
You taste of cigarettes,
it disgusts me to no end.
But still I come back for more.
I can’t help but crave your poison.
I’ve grown addicted
and accustomed to your influences.
Your kisses send me into frenzies.
Each time I am filled with
self hatred,
loathing,
and pity.
I hope that one day I will be able to escape
from your constricting hold.
But for now
I will stay content,
just within the reaches of the dangers
playing around with you bring.
I am in quite a dilemma
and it is all my fault
I fear that you avoid me
and I continue my assault
I hope I didn't cause trouble
in my foolish hopes for you
I blame me and only me
and you should blame me too
My love beats for you as
the drummer boy beats for war.
My hate for her
bubbles up and smothers love in
sweet promises and faux futures.
Though I am ignorant of most
feelings,
this I cannot ignore.
I hope for nothing more
than for you to slice her open
and toss her away.
Hurt her the way I have been hurt.
Glorify her body in words of hate,
carve them deep into soft skin.
Then when you're done,
and all you're anger is diminished
come back to me
and love me 'till you're finished.
You aren't naive because you believe in love,
Not childish because you want a happily ever after
It just shows that you know how to dream
And love
And hope
There is nothing wrong with that,
Because I would damn well rather have hope
Than be hopeless.
flashbacks make me nervous
not daring to go further
knowing what is underneath the surface
lurking right around the corner
terrified of what my mind holds
about the secrets that I keep
about what thoughts could unfold
when my soul falls deeply into sleep
I am running out of distractions
finding the only way
to not feel insane
is to walk barefoot in the rain
circles of obsession
always coming back to you
so many nightmares in succession
what has my world come to?
we never were in love
how could we have been, really?
with no trust, respect or security
full of lust, but lacking peace or understanding
with all of everything that happened
just like a tornado
destroying everything in its path
and left with no where to go
I feel I should know better
most certainly by now
but something still keeps creeping up
those circles going around...
I wish I knew just what it was
that keeps on coming back
when there was nothing good you brought
your heart nothing but black
part of me will never be able to forget
not without lack of trying
you will always have that piece of me
that seems to be frozen in time
it is all I can do not to wake up screaming
have only ever been blinded by tears
telling myself nothing is what it seems
but still faced with the sheer fear of searing pain
I am careful with my movements
as to not rock the boat
as if I am still on water
as if I am still filled with hope
I would have never been able
to see things the way they are now
but at least I am finally stable
I always find a way somehow.
