Lost in thought
Swimming in my own mind
The waters are deep and dangerous
I can't breath
The thoughts drowning me
Causing all to go numb
My brain is on fire now
Humming with the thoughts I can't keep at bay
Sleep can't come
Rest is hard as my body fills with fire
I am afloat in a sea of needles
So much pain
So much pleasure
Every feeling amplified
I can not shut it off
Thoughts of it
Disgust grows in me
The bile is rising
My mouth goes dry
Can anyone hear my yells
No stoping it now
The power
Being a flamed in the sea of needles
I can't move
Frozen in terror
Why is this my mind
Will anyone save me
Drowning now
One last grasp
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
Closing in on me
The pain and tingling
The sadness envelops me
Can't breath
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
*she slides her slender
white fingers down the
branches of his spine
her eyes melted like
glaciers and lips as soft
as freshly fallen snow
skin lustful, but heart
unforgiving, exhaling
his every intention
she is autumn in his
palms, her trees bare,
the leaves rust fallen
flashing indifference,
thoughts plucked in
shades of violent rose*
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
Watching eyes and telling lies
That's what little boys are made of
Tiny tops and ***** on the rocks
That's what little girls are made of
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
Sweeping me up
Carting me far away
Lost in the Flow
The ebbing grows
I'm lost
In comfort I float
Smashing down
Trusting in
Take me
Make me
The ****** is so strong
I'm opening wider
Crash into me
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
I wait in the sunset garden as planet grows
it's auburn scarf.
s
u
d
d
e
n
l
y
I hear
heart monitors slowing
down.
Everything receding.
People come home from universities tapping their feet
to tenor conclaves, palms
rubbed together for a spark
because clouds have become
air condition systems.
Layers are now a necessity.
Soft sheets glow to those enlisting
in another year of the continental war.
We ENTER A TIME OF WAITING
the moon is murkier and light thickens like
EPHEMERAL AUTUMN VAPOR.
Masayoshi Fujita makes Victoria
seem more methodical at night.
(the one man xylophone orchestra)
There's non conventional furniture everywhere!
(Candle in a fishbowl)
But isn't that us all?
especially this time of year?
wax
to
water.
Comfort is rooftops under
HEAVYRAIN.
Spurs of ((isolation)) can be therapeutic.
On another note,
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND CHILDREN OF ALL AGES"
Think hard on that, just think is all I ask.
As a poet, I am blind in the same way you are not.
Accordions are the instrument of the universe.
I'm personally a fan of elevator
m
u
s
i
c
TOKYO seems an appealing place to visit
as any.
I crave a certain spontaneity, an abruptness
S L O W L Y.....................
soaking
thru those leaves
who's moment has come
to pass.
Alarm clocks fizzle
where the weary lay,
letting their hair go it's own way
(to enter a new era where sunglasses serve no purpose)
......I'll wait for that time, like a true Buddhist that holds his
patience in front of him.
A daisy wilting into gold.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 4:10 AM UTC
Crashing, wet
Hard and powerful
Crash over me
Take me down
Floating into nothingness
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC