I am hollow like the fragile bones
of birds soaring through the sky
I am numb as the anesthetics used in a surgery
I am quiet yet loud
I contradict myself
from my words and my thoughts
will you still love me when I break
time and time again
will you still kiss my lips
when I retreat into myself
to escape the pain I have seen
the pain I have experienced
I put my thoughts to paper
because my mind is to cluttered to hold them
thoughts spill out in a furious waterfall
of unspoken words
from my closed mouth
see the world as I see it
sit back and observe
the complex emotions, stories, lives
of human creatures
my mind never stops
I go on and on
I have nothing to say
I have said to much
I am not perfect
I am flawed and misused
I wish to inspire brilliance
but I do not know what to say
take my words away from me
do not do so
I may suffocate and die
I do not know what to say
have I said to much
of pointless things
I have said to little
I like to question the universe
will you still care for me
with the burgundy notches
on my hips
and the invisible tear tracks
on my cheeks
or my uneven teeth
and my eyes that are to large
or do you even exist
will you care for me if you
are not real
this is it
I have lost my mind
bury me with patchwork canvases
of art from long lost lovers
this makes no sense
I make no sense
common sense is creeping into
my raging brain
I need to go to sleep
i've felt the presence of both the holy, and the extremely
i've experienced sorrow of the greatest kind; the kind that hinders the heart and relentlessly leaves you in a river of your own tears.
i've experienced pain, grief, remorse and brutality.
i've experienced love of the grandest quality; the kind of love that leaves you with a belief in
i've experienced the ecstasy that coincides with feeling another person's touch on your skin.
i've experienced the holy grail of your being and the complete blasphemy of mine.
i've experienced what only i have been able to interpret as greater than this universe.
i've experienced so much in a short while, but that does not discount from it's power.
i've experienced you and me, all in our most naked form.
i've experienced a life that was intended and created for a very specific reason; a reason that i am connecting to more and more each day.
i've experienced hatred and scorn, but i've also experienced love and praise.
i've experienced more than sometimes i feel i should, but one day the answers will unveil themselves to me.
i've experienced all that i have and all that i know, and while i know that there's a long way to go, i have experienced what i believe was meant for me.
and i'm certainly more than fine with
like a storm from out of the Kansas dust
she blinded my eyes to the truth
no one scared me so as she took me higher
how could I not know she was a liar
she picked my pocket so completely clean
just as she picked my heart so completely dirty
her long black hair down her back and dark eyes
her lips on mine my heart's whispering crys
her magical spell cast all over me
everything I see is just an illusion
the touch becoming increasingly cold
her advances into my mind increasingly bold
that I wanted needed more of her was true
I could not break the chains of lust
the pounding inside my head tempo off beat
the pounding of my heart faster in retreat
get away from this ghostly figure was the cry
or she will bring you down below the earth
if I awaken will I remember will I still know
this Black Mariah she scares me so
Gomer LePoet ....
Genius comes with revision
Like the way the best line in a poem delivers an emotional punch
That can't be described, only recreated
By other poets with their sharply focused emotions filtered through words like a camera lens.
Take your poem and photoshop it. Add in blurred edges for
Vagueness. Adjust for context.
Revise, revise again.
I want to revise the way I feel about you
Put it aside like a short story and return in a month with a red pen to make corrections
Love is for people who can't focus
Love is for people with bad photoshop skills
Who keep moving the eraser tool over and over your picture but can't seem to make you fade away
And the images are saved to a permanent file in my heart's hard drive
I want to delete the way I feel about you
It's the wrong extension, and a more experienced photographer would know not to make this kind of stupid mistake
Don't let your emotions get in the way of a good picture
Don't let a good picture get in the way of a major revision
Hold the pen in your hand and deliver an emotional punch
I want to punch the way I feel about you
Crossing you out in every stanza
Until revision makes me a genius
A poem with red lines over my heart.
I want to wash away the filth from your withered heart,
I want to watch our feet imprint the sand on the beach,
I want to watch the birds swoop down by our deck,
I want to collect rocks to remind me of each day with you,
I want rocks, never ending rocks,
I want everything marvelous,
I want every emotion of you flowing in from the Ocean,
I want it to consume me
Let the marvelous emotions of the Sea consume us
Let our hearts become one
For I know true happiness in me,
Lies in you
Because of Adam we are dust and return from which we came
But at the cross Jesus conqueror the grave...
So that's not where we remain.
Fly like doves in heaven the eternally saved
Death often brings pain and thoughts of rage..
Like how he die so early..
Yet we know he's in peace .. in heaven there's no surgery
On earth lives are at stake..
The gift of birth God gives but the flesh is limited so the Spirit he takeneth away
So Donnell's life was a gift..
So remember when there's sorrow there is glory at the end
God knew what we needed couldn't have made another..
To Caprice, Erin, and his other siblings he was a brother..
When he was born Neicy became a mother
To Clarence a nephew to Ms. Cooper a grandchild...
To me a playmate young and running wild
My eyes water while kneeling on the Floor
Praying for the healing of hearts that are sore
But to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord
U with God and the angels now I can feel u hover..
Up in the heavens above us
Face to Face now u can see how much Christ loves us
Walking on gold paved streets...
Like a dream something we cant even fathom in our sleep,
Started writing this with a tear..
It trickled into this here..
Words to my brother in heaven there's Nothing to fear
So God I will not question..
Cause when its time he reveals the answers to life lessons..
Oh the Thoughts of entering into heaven..
My brother at 27..
Walking around in heaven..
When its all said and done God is forever omnipresent
anger is a coal
burning hot within
the angry know this
better than you
cause anger burns
and boils the face red
a physical pain
deep in the gut
the rage of a wild fire
trying with all
gods given might
to tend the flame
punch and lash
and rip and claw
and snarl and bite
at flies and cops
at friends and slow drivers
at women and at children!
anything they can find
just trying to get it out
to find someone
to take their pain.
it truly burns them
and they don’t know how
or why to put out
such a blaze...
so then i wonder
and then ask
how do they stop it?
her eyes deepen
and she speaks
the same way
a wild fire...
she smiles warmly
let it burn…
my blank expression
with eyes now ablaze
her voice a winter lake
it is only a coal
that starts the inferno…
just put it out
on a tea cup
I know that if you have a problem
I'd be there with you
Now that if you had to choose
You'd be with someone new
I would think of your tomorrows
Future will be blue
But sometimes I just be right back and
You'd be someone true
But the futures looking bright on me
Something's feeling right with me
Don't be afraid
To take this all away
Stranger things have happened to me
I know if you sang songs with me
I'd be happy too
Everyday and all those nights
I dreamed of times with you
If it's gone we'll a problem
You don't want to lose
Sleep this restless night away
And I will think of you
But the time has shown to me
That you are best for me
Lets fly away
Our love today
Stranger things have happened to me
The air is damp and fresh,
the scent of new rain perfumes all that surrounds me
and thin mist lingers in the atmosphere.
It caresses my face when I walk through it's path,
a simple, happy path,
like moth's wings on silk, and it no longer stings.
A large oak tree stands tall and mighty, a magnificent display of solidarity -
but not imposing.
It is kind and bare and humble,
and I see that we are both stripped in some way, raw and defrocked.
I touch the last trace of green it possesses,
the last bit of hope and the last reminder that things come back
and that things move forward,
soft moss under the pads of my fingertips, soaked and sponge like,
and just there - clean and true.
I turn up my collar against the wind and tighten the wrap of my coat around me,
but at least I'm shielding myself from the cold.
I'm still allowed to cling just a little, I think. Sometimes we need to cling -
to help us let go.
And anyway, I know that change has arrived at last, no matter how small it is,
because although the only embrace I receive here, aside from the fabric of my coat, is the bitter cold,
I am not bitter.
And this chill does nothing but bring peace,
and somehow warm my heart this time instead of freezing it.
A ruby under the wet russet leaves
is what I see through the remnants of the rain.
Peel away the outer layers so that I can remember what is beautiful.
These colours do not look like blood anymore;
they're a sunset: fading but with a guaranteed return.
Beginnings, endings, departures and returns -
that is an existence.
But a life
is when we look back with both longing and acceptance,
to never forget but never dwell too long
on what has been.
Sweetness, bitterness, sourness:
a weary traveler making his way along a path
with Autumn meadow on one side: tranquility and rest,
and Autumn meadow on the other: Summer is ended and so are you.
I know which side I'm ready to seek now.
For what is taken in Autumn,
is also returned.
And the evidence is in your being on this side of the path with me.
I know - because I see the good things now.
I see only the beautiful colours and the chestnuts and the mercifully short days.
Yes. This Autumn will be different.
My balcony looks into the building next door
Which was at one time an architectural wonder
Home to a family, maybe
Or a solitary man
With too much money to buy happiness
Now its roof caves inward
And the neglect it has felt through the years is apparent in the
Ivy crawling up its walls
Only the moon and the cool breeze keep me company
It's the time of night when
The crowd of young people
Who drink away their troubles many a mundane night
Have been tucked away in their final destinations
And the city sleeps
Fills my ears
Fills my mind
I close my eyes
Breathe in the salty air floating
Pass me on its way from the sea
It's on quiet nights like these
I am utterly