Life is tender and tasty
Ignite the fire of your imagination and
Grandeur is only limited to the
Height of the ceilings of the page
Thrive in the glory of its grip
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
A family of trees
Stays true to its roots
Sinks deep to quench a thirst
Ancient and insatiable
Determined to be stable
As well as free
Branch these crooked fingers out to the sky
And the sun shines a smile
On each weary leaf
Glistens a energy
That livens up each stem
They stiffen to attention
And soak the wisdom in
The very core of their being is lifted
levitating
Rippling out into new possibilities
The struggle and competition
For nutrients is endless
But the urge to live is powerful
Graced with rain
The dew spheres dance
swaying and swelling in the cells
The spacious forest
Turns to thickets
Location gives advantages
The privileged grow greedy
And the rest grow weedy
Flexi fibers lack the strength
To stretch upward any longer
Their core too encumbered
In the absence of the sun
They begin to live in the shadow of another
Their limber bodies swoon
Curving down to the ground
The weight of the world
Resting heavy on their tense shoulders
The rest continue to gravitate to a ball of fire
Like a moth to a flame
Absorbing a lovely nectar of truth
But soon the heat begins to penetrate
Deeper and deeper into their thick skin
Scorching
******* out all that love within
Fire breathes into the family
The dragon gains speed
And feeds on the dead needles
Before leaping into the canopy
In unity they stand tall
Individually they fall
But even if you burn this down
And a phoenix grows from the ashes
The cones would not spread life
Without the aid of a fire breather
And the cycle of life begins once again
Every tree germinated and reborn
With new eyes and open arms
Ready to let the wild nature of life
Back into their souls
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
Running down the riverbank
The moss is wet and slippery
The willow trees whisper in the breeze
As I dance with the wind
Smells of sweet honeydew and rotten leaves
Paint a smile on my face
The water lilies and narcissus bloom
White pedals in my wake
Ivy leaves like snakes do slither
And trap me in their grip
Tangle my flighty feet in its long fingers
And I meet the icy arms of the creek
The splash is loud and the slap is hard
But how I love to swim
It is cold and calm and I hum along
How it echoes in the deep
My feet are numb and my lip trembles
My battered clothes catch on reaching branches
tug me farther in
Like childrens hands excitingly pulling me close
Before too long all my troubles are gone
the restlessness finally settles
Blue blood like ink
pops out of my paper skin
I close my eyes and succor my speeding heart
And there I am, frozen and ******
From my seaweed hair to my dead white feet
The nymph of earth, water, and air
I relinquish this life of pain
Of empty pernicious words
Flirtations will no promises
Hamlet, Father, Laertes I am no longer in debt to thee
Ophelia my sweet, come from the waters deep
Thy flesh has grown so cold
Soft skin wrinkles into old
A bitter bark stains my tongue
Oh god what have I done?
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
Like a desert longing for the rain
My mouth is left parched and dry
The sweet sticky sprinkles of salt
Lingering from the long lost sea
Filling me with melancholy
You are like a sour punch to the face
Sweet and sour to the taste
Visions of green and pink
I love you my sweet
Though I know you are no good for me
There's only so many blows I can take
Before my heart strings break
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
Mother me in this maze
Blood transfused in your gaze
The flood is high in confined quarters
your eyes shimmer like coins on dying days
The passage through unknown waters
The light reflects white through our barters
My hand extends to a friend, briefly
we make amends with the alignment of lines on our hands
Bull and battered man combined brute force with a weak mind
but even your unkindness inspired warmth in my eyes
Tears tear holes in maroon silk
Blood red rubies fall from the slits in our faces
The salty seas add insult to injury
transport power from poor workers to hungry eyes
We are mere travelers blessed with wooden cognizant hearts
Secretly teasing the embers of life to ignite our hearths
There is more to see than raging seas of empty flesh
Crimes of passion and tears of possession are weaved and liquidated
Run after the river of your ancestor's pursuits
Bright and beautiful lights bouncing off the mirrors
Enticing secular exchange in specular reflection
The same mistakes are made for eternity since antiquity
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
Stomach acid spouted a collection of frogs from my mouth
Saying all the wrong things
They leap and hang on my lips
Jumping with eager limbs
And reaching havoc on your plans to flee
I scream a prayer
And wait for people to not be so quiet and angry
This silence is the greatest oppressor
And he has settled in you and me
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
Your voice is like a virus
Infectious and deadly
It invades my thoughts
swims into my nervous system
your malicious words manifest in me
and overcomes my benign state of being
manipulates the cells into a chain reaction of shock
you monopolizes every motive
I have no other defenses to call upon
my movements become slowed
you settle into the control room
and shut me down
I force a wall of white cells
to guard what little I have left to salvage
but I know it is futile they replicate in a frenzy
with the pressure of time as motivation
to curdle my cells to a pulp
my mind is racing and hot
sending signals but getting no response
searching for a way to help
Everything inside me boils
The heat contained beneath my skin
is like a furnace releasing heat waves
visibly manipulating the air around me
like acid moving across the thick tracks
of an oil painting and instead of steaming out of my pores
most of it stays trapped inside trying to mend the attacked tissue
putting my inside into an endless world of hell
but once you are defeated
You will be apart of me
I will know you inside and out
I'll be immune to your type for life
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Gather your mind, let's fall
take the very last of your ink
and paint the stars in negative space
I'm here with you
I'll be here with you
I'll hang on even when we crash and burn
and there's nothing to salvage
and in the crater we'll lay for eternity
staring at the dead light above
and digging our faces in the ground
when the sun's rays return
common as stars seem here
they never fail to amaze
I can't stop staring
I feel like I'm in a beautiful world
a bubble of endless beauty and wonder
speechless. thoughtless
full of nothingness yet filled with hope
though I know in the light
and bustle of day
in their absence
I can't see beauty without feeling the importance of action
here all you need is to walk with your head in the stars
not caring what happens
no use bothering with the ground
and the dangers that may lie ahead
walk alone
slip into the night
mountains wrapping you up in their arms
encompassing the silence
as utterly alone in this world as you are
there's no need to be selfish
involved with self-absorbed worries
you're still a shelled seed
but how can you expect to change
when you close every open door with a spiteful shove?
I'm nothing but another blur of flesh and color
the cold nips into your pores
making breathing sting
and the wind caresses you much too hastily
reminds you that you remain anchored
to comfort and the day to day routine of feeding into to wants and needs
living from one commercial structure to the next
little support comes from within
I look to the stars and feel the serenity of being invisible
we rely upon the external to get us through
I pay little mind to the world's aches too absorbed in my own
but the stars remind me to feel blessed
and relinquish the false pain I hold on to
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
My heart skipped a beat
Shaking hands won't let me sleep
I feel my labored heart
Popping in and out of my chest
My murmurs mean nothing
The hunger is hard to communicate
so I let the rhythm of my desperation
play out in Morse code
as my blood pumps at amazing rates
Your skin is salty and sweet
the perfect solution to my tasteless life
but they claim my way of survival is inhumane
My body begins to eat itself
the muscles and fat I harbor
disintegrate from armor to fodder
I eat away my insides with eagerness
Trying to beat the tape worms and maggots to the finish
I know I brought this on myself
When I bit off more than I could chew
My greed overpowered my need
I over-worked the fields to cinders
And only thought of providing for my own
I cursed the gods for my adversity
The buds of rice began to turn to stone
The fields no longer receive love
or the gentle touch of forgiveness
The gods favor those who wait
Those who expect nothing from their efforts
Those who do what is virtuous and selfless all on their own
Those that demand are met with empty hands
for they are but pretenders with no faith and no compassion
Panic and starvation plague their families
The beating of their hearts like a symphony of crickets
Go rampant through the night
Only to stop in the coldness of the sunless morning
Cholesterol clogging their hearts
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
I am a jar long over due for some orange juice
with gaps and crack that hold me back
from the sweet sunshine hack
that is orange juice
this sticky sweet substance
this sun streaked pulpy mess
stays bottled up
with a smile so diffident
challenging me to break the rules
and let it out of its transparent cage
to clog my insides
with its smooth sweetness
but no
not me
I resist this instantly
I throw the bottle in the junkyard
far away from my periphery
where it remains hidden
sweating in the sun alone
left unkempt in neglect
unloved and harshly blinded by the rays of light
the sun beams penetrating its body
stabbing
leaving clumps of tissue
and sweating tears
but who sympathizes with an orange
once it's beaten to a pulp?
yet I still cannot avoid the sun-sucked gunk
or keep it out of my mind
for it is a part of me
it nurtures
purges me
I feel so naked without it
and eventually i give in
to this titillating temptation
I may not be smooth or secure
or able to hold you or keep you from harm
but will you take a chance on me?
and be able to forgive my malice
and come back to play
a role in my empty jar glass?
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC