Picturesque in their presence, we stand. Sloping hills beckon us to an icon's call to succeed in life. Remembering tangles assailing like addled brains. Sheer pull pushing us on.
sloping hills
take us out of the humdrum
often
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 11:11 PM UTC
my life is a tiny pickle
green, tight, thin skin and minuscule
smiling to lift them higher
but here is how my storm begins
too many tumbles in the weeds
my limbs trailing on shaky ground
lost hold on my everyday path
strangers are first, my heritage
no x-ray vision in my sight
my strength, withered a little bit
to exert weathered eyes here
leaves tiny slivers to myself
all the heckling and nagging
cemented between two tycoons
like gaiety and slavery
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
you left me
drowning in a pool of beer
my core in utter debris
to recede my warmth and cheer
solely roads
waiting anger to recur
hidden from the speech has shone
the backbone of strength I've earned
often lies
fleeing from my hidden pain
from the rain you lean to drive
tired eyes to a big plane
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 10:44 PM UTC
the smell of metal hit the air
permeating eight flights of stairs
door opened just a smidgen
and on the fridge, hands of crimson
walls coated thicker than paint
hundred twenty red pounds minus eight
eight brick red pounds, gone from the room
my partner and I searched all afternoon
one skinned body, open legs lay
next to three others on display
just one missing maroon ball
not found, puzzling us all
burgundy knives strewn on the floor
no trace of other implements in store
no tape, or rope on the slain
tells our brain of one man's reign
maroon pools upon the floor
continuing our cringing even more
just then the call came in
one nut job found, wearing a second skin
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 3:05 AM UTC
if trees drank like men
holding the bottle secure
plunging deep
erasing obstacles
emptying all the liquid
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
through your eyes
lights of wanton and surprise
encircling my soft core
staging four lives of replies
your arms touch
leaves me begging for a crutch
music you keep teaching me
in my chi stands neatly tucked
rapid beats
spring from my chest to my seat
sounds of smiles allay my pain
even rain can't shake your heat
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC
the many points on paper shed
a life's addled grey matter drawn
the substance he beckons to have read
a fore life's solid matter flown
the conjured ideas contests bring
all the schmaltzy addled chatter
many light bulbs are a dancing
to tongues of core and matter
I put captured ideas to paper
stirring alive with every stroke
to find the day I, the victor
the title of writer's note
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
from my lips feathery kisses
on my life line's sun kissed tresses
child like eyes filling with warmth
cherub cheeks robust and rosy
my core lights my place, my hearth
sweet planes shiver with my caress
my paradise, candied silkiness
velvet fields I now uncover
my hands glide slow on my temptress
deafening pulses from lovers
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 2:22 AM UTC
whimsical flights of fancy appear
my heart is all a flutter
light bulbs bright and clear
tempt me like no other
when closed is the wooden door
your impulse cap charges
all lines signal in uproar
extreme escape enlarges
the mundane being, you once led
in chaos has erupted
among grey matter, on paper shed
flights of fancy less corrupted
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
eye to eye feet to feet, my colored eye
visions eclipse, my ideas are visions
placed ideas in you, my ideas I placed
plateau here, stand still people plateau
see my water run, I cannot bear see
ken I matter, as my core can not know
feet on the floor, gravity holds my feet
blocked visions, along a dank path are blocked
stronger arms embrace, the weak made stronger
torment appears, cloud of black dots torment
given over, a cores vision given
lost life covered, clouded in a mist lost
you captured my core, my core captured you
eye full of color, you've given my eye
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
