Four horses’ trots pierce the stillness of the night
They gallop on the wind in luminous moonlight
The carriage wheels seem to float up in the air
It’s past midnight and not a soul is there!
The large white mansion in the depth of night lay
With none to warm its rooms had seen better day
When breeze along its driveway the four portly horse
They stop and emerge a man his face wearing remorse!
The shadow in soldier’s uniform briskly walks into a hall
Through the cobwebbed dust resting long without footfall
With a dignified bearing reflecting his royal class
Moves about the rooms possessed by intense purpose!
He sifts through all the papers in a state of frantic mind
Pursuing an obsessive search seeking his precious find
Somewhere must be lying in dark corners out of sight
The black bureau and within its drawers cure for his plight!
This night of New Year’s Eve shines bright the firmament
But the shadow grows pale pining for the prized document
For that only can salvage his pride light once more his face
Protect him from impeachment become his saving grace!
He flurries through the staircase reaches the upper floor
Needing to search all nooks behind windows and the door
For time for him is running out his glories are at stake
When moon goes down west arrives the daybreak!
In soldier’s dress in red and white at the back the folded tail
He walks each room the long corridor leaves on dust no trail
The night turns dead stars go out still empty is his hand
He gets back home disappointed in the faraway distant land!
I don't see how u can talk to someone off and on for over2 yrs and follow their every keystroke and see what and who they talk to and listen to them thru the speakers on the computer and if I didn't cover the camera would be able to see us also.....and then see theyre on a dating site and either u had a profile already or made one up to meet me. That is a lot of following and listening and reading their online happenings...only to meet them from the dating site. Which how u even knew that id date you is odd unless u were just hoping. I realized that when my brother died last year.....that was you I was talking to wasn't it??? Do you know how special that is to me and my heart? I didn't have anyone to help ,me thru that and you were there. I wanted to thank you so very much. I don't see how u can do all these tracings of my actions and talk to me at the most horrific time of my life thus far and then not tell me that its you..... I will never under stand why u didn't tell me.... I so wished you would have cus the things would have turned out so much different. I just thought u were some dude who was a cheating pig....and wasn't thinking too serious about anythg cus I knew u wont leave "her". that's why I never asked u too and or even brought it up cus ive seen the shows where they say they'll leave but never do so why ask? but if id had known u were frozen heart and soule shawn I would have looked at things differently. I would have taken things and rearranged them to fit into my life better. I owe the person or man who talked to me and helped me get thru each day when john died a lot..... cus If it wasn't for u I don't think id been ok. Also If id known you were the holder of my heart and would have told me things instead of not saying much....it would have ended up in the way u wanted it to be. Not this way where I will be sad and pissed yet upset for not knowing u were the one who makes me happy cus to me you are perfect and perfect for me as well... God I miss u more then u will ever know,,, I wish I could hug and kiss u.... and sit and talk ....but its not gonna happen and it just makes me want to cry but I keep getting headaches when I cry....so I don't like to.... Im so grateful that I was with u for the year and a half we spent together.....wish it would have lasted for ever though instead...cus I wont ever stop wanting u....ILY!!!
I hate the way time took you
the way it takes us
we float slow on this river and grow buddha fat in our complacency
and then the current picks up and rocks and wind and waves spring at us
their gnawing teeth and tearing fingers
and before we realize that we haven’t been breathing
shifting like the sands beneath heavy feet
falling away from us
like you fell
Now I look at him and I’m more scared than I can speak
fear isn’t an icy cold finger
it is a beating heart, it is a quickened pulse
and it is knowing i’ll fail him like I failed you
Someday, maybe not today or tomorrow or whole years
Time will walk casually up to my door
comfortable as a mailman, quick as a salesman
and silent as Death.
How can you love someone
So far away
How can you say yes to a date
When you just broke a heart
And hurt your own
How can you ever be with someone
How can you ever be in love
With the person next to you
When your feelings change all the time
And it hurts
I have been given absolution
just to praise another high angel
so a month ensures
without being a war child
She will bust my sweet balls
if, if I don't comply
so a whole month of peace
no playing with human kind
My fleet waits for me
my mighty armies of light
yet for my sweet brother
yet at this time I resequence the fight
Just artistic preference she said
no being my war chalices
no war till after my birth date
me, me called to not war
So be it
I by defined orders
or I will show you real wars
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
pigeon blood//glass box (a hundred stitches)
Pigeon blood, Pontiac
Thirty-one in pocket change
Bookstore, a dollar each
Top of the east
Glass box opened
Jaws, heels, toes, rough
202 pages, 630 cents total, item 6
Hairpatches and nurses
Sweetlips, cake and badge fair
My old Maria, so tall
Just as skinny (and the shallows)
48 pages, so she found out.
Pacing, reading, tea
Asleep sitting up
Back to bed 505
Back in her cheeks
Leather jacket, pocket knife
A hundred stitches to close the wounds
It might have hit her teeth
191, ending before the last page.
A feeling of glass shards running deep through your veins;
A Metaphor For Love
when my words come together like glue on paper it is razors cutting my tongue
it is blood trailing these ceramic floors
and i must apologize,
for my mind is coming undone and I know
how silly these things can be,
how love can make you teach a grown man about the way his eyes stump you every single time with a feeling running so deep you felt every bone in your body ignite before they broke into infinite little pieces
And did you know dear
That I loved you
did you know
what loneliness could do?
And you aren't here anymore dear
you left you sweater on the kitchen table and went straight for the door that day
I shut the blinds and shed my skin and waited for the end of May
and i only wish that by August
I'll be able to wake up
to the sun shining a warmth that only you could have given me
that you never gave me
and If you only knew
how I attempted to steal that warmth
when I tried to tear out the thorns in your side
and wear them as my own
even though I knew better
than to walk around bearing someone elses pain
I could not help but think-
it must be terribly unnerving to be cared for by a poet, to think of all the times they stay up late writing metaphors for your skin and how Words Aren't Enough
How I wasn't enough
it's 4 a.m. and i didn't study
those latin conjugations
no, i studied
the last few weeks.
i don't care if i've fucked a thousand men;
i don't care if i've fucked one.
none of you have the right to
make me seem like i'm unclean.
because if i remember correctly
it takes two bodies,
two sets of limbs moving in the dark unseen,
and two resolves to explore
the sensations of their sex.
and i'm expected to sit here quiet and placid
while you throw my sexuality in my face
and make this an unwelcome place
for whores like me.
i'm a person; a human being
and stop playing nice,
stop playing dumb.
i'm not going to pity fuck you
because you were kind to me
a time or two
you pathetic piece of shit.
you came at the wrong time,
when i was already seething so silently,
and you asked again and again
like a kid asking his mom for a new toy in the store.
it's hardly even you i'm mad at:
it's this systemic poison in the great pool of people,
and there are plenty of fish in the sea
but how many are free from this toxicity?
i thought sex was an exploration, a harmless invitation
to enjoy what felt so organic and good
but you're the ones who've made it dirty,
who've made me feel like a slut.
who've made it your personal business to erase me,
and displace me
because i liked the touch, taste, feel.
this is unreal to me; and i'm sick in my heart.
because everyone wants to try and isolate
this one part of me
and simplify who i am into
the whims of my skin.
no. the answer is no.
so fuck you.
i have not felt at peace
in such a long time
i am constantly searching,
for some proverbial sign
for the sky to fall
a bit closer to the earth
for the trees
to turn indigo
for the waters
to rise into the sky
and swallow me whole.
Petals land on dancing ripples,
echos of tiny drops,
each holding stories of
Tiny circles of consequence cross and intertwine
Like two inconsistant lovers,
Crashing and fleeing in beautiful chaos.
Can we come and go so easily?
Each life touched will forever be changed,
The ripples left warped and inconsitant when we go.
But with each new drop, the ripples strengthen, whole again, for a moment more.
Follow through the flow of time as one becomes another.
Kindness through a single drop can change the way another lands.
And such, we shape the future.
O'er these puddles we will tread,
A waltz to celebrate the time we have.
Our days a short and living thing,
Intertwined in rings.