and the music left babe
so I did to.
the notes drifted, listlessly,
into my heart. they wrapped around
every vein and muscle.
it moved me, closer to the edge.
I swayed softly,
and sauntered over to peek.
to see you and my ending, all neatly
written in. the chorus was sung.
I picked up the tempo, and got
the beat down pat. I missed the steps,
couldn’t fall in line. but your grip
steered me straight, and I followed the lead.
I danced to our song, and uttered the line
you fed me. the whole world rejoiced and
sang in it. the house was full of chimes,
and they played background to our laughter.
but slowly rust invaded, the notes quieted.
my veins were strung tight, and the chorus
didn’t match the tempo. the grip tightened,
and the lines I said were forgotten.
the music left me in house empty of life.
chimes were in my nightmares, and the songs
stopped me. my ending was erased when the
notes drifted out.
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 11:32 PM UTC
The only thing I did today…
I will never be one of the great ones.
She proclaimed, “Mediocre.”
I have licked the lollipop of
mediocrity, the sweetness pulled me in.
The never trying harder, became easier.
Laying down, lying about laying down.
I will go nowhere, and nowhere will
welcome me.
For I am as mediocre as any member
of nowhere can be. The machine of
dull people will **** me in, another
cog in slow motion doing nothing.
I will never be quoted, nor doted upon
by any hero. Never a leading lady
just the shadow around the spotlight.
Mediocrity is an evil friend,
one who I welcomed into my head.
No matter how much I plod him,
he never pays his rent.
Me and mediocrity are fated betrothed,
but no matter because I’ve forgotten
what light looks like. And striving to see
is forbidden by mediocrity and me.
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 10:09 PM UTC
one finger grips your life, and your
teeth grind together,
like the stone below, grating.
inside your heart the head is
beating, screaming to stay together.
but your green eyes,
they slip to the right and down,
"dont look, please baby."
I know you'll do it anyways because
they truly were my downfall.
and you exhale slowly, the sight
of death so close.
his warm breath, turns your cheeks
pink and your eyelashes flutter.
A final smile spashes your face,
the finger slips and you let go.
the black whole ***** me in,
sickly sweet it feels.
"The faithful will always wait."
the sentence you whispered,
in your death, to me.
tightened my face, it stopped
my heart. it made me miss you
and leave you in one fell sweep.
but I wait for you in faithfulness.
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 12:08 AM UTC
You buzz around my face
black fly.
the enemy retreats
and BACK again you come
to torture me on this glorious day
shoo fly don’t bother me
may I use your thousands of eyes fly? for
I have a pest that
wont leave me be
if you were me and I was you
fly
would you swat and swing at me?
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 9:55 PM UTC
Seasons
have become clocks
tick tock
heart beats
dancing through the
veins of ancestors
rhythms
beat the drum
boom boom
spring forward
fall back
to the music
of nature
of life
of past, present, future of
seasons changing.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 9:51 PM UTC
Branches grow but do we see them
Twist and turn
Which tree do you belong to?
I ask.
Which tree do I belong to?
I ask.
The scene of love transcends through
all beings
Passion filters up the new bark,
falling and filling each crevice.
I dance in my own wind,
I turn
I cannot tell whose branch is whose
Smiles play tricks on mouths
The trees know,
they must.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 9:50 PM UTC
Nights eyes wink
and twinkle watching me
The man with a cat grin
surrounded
by miles of black sea
I know this man, he has
been watching my whole life
always above
capturing
the dreams that
surface pop and fizzle away.
feather headed and stuffed among
crumpled clouds I lay
What do you see man?
You have been looking for so long
and every night I wait too,
to look myself.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 9:48 PM UTC
Of fate and fury
behind blundered blurry
down the trodden plight
to night
will be one of fancy fine
feasts set with the best wine
dance my young fertile
friend for it will not last a long while
don’t fret
but place your bet
on the previous past lives
that’s how they got their wives
its time to grow and become a man
set the pace and take it, you can
implant yourself deep inside
let it ride
yes, finally the scene is set
now the women are left in debt.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 9:44 PM UTC
Crisp, sweet Macintosh, the word
flushes cheeks and brings smiles along with
flavors of apple sauce and pie.
Memories swim through thought along with taste
Fall leaves surround the trunk the
sweet smell of orchards, giggles surround
the rows of fruit.
Fresh appreciation rolls over taste
buds of flowers producing barrels of
golden delicious ready for picking in mid-October
firm crisp sweet and juicy
reach up into the leaves grasp firm
with a little twist and the gift
from above is one of a kind.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 8:08 PM UTC
The poetic hands shake and wrattle
and roll
move move move move move move move move
please do
They dream to type and dance and write
a merry trail
they tapped and diddly dapped along with
the pet moose
who ran after a goose and left left left left left left left
right after
the chance I got to see him lasted a squirrels second
wait a minute
don’t leave me mr. moose
but he was in love with a pet goose.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 8:05 PM UTC