The Dark mist, it beckons,
It curls its manicured tip.
I twist, no, I resist,
Pleas die softly on my lip.

I conjure my life's images,
Of decent well adjusted folks.
Crumpets, giggles and tea bags.
Pinks and yellows that it evokes.

But fragile as an egg shell,
The cracks they show some more.
Lust and desire bubble forth,
Crimson lies sprawled upon the floor.

I'm told that I'm the Good Girl
Of frocks, and poise, and grace.
Yet the cracks they draw me in,
Fingers touch velvet and lace.

The Good Girl she suffocates,
In deaf silence she screams.
Awake she hides the gaping cracks,
Plays freely in her dreams.

So, Good courtesies in the light,
Smiling pleasantries at the fore.
But with heads turned I come to life,
Filled by the Dark I fight no more.

Two lives I live in parallel,
Soft moan sneaks past my lip
I am the dark, I am home,
I curl my manicured tip....

the crescendo
and it takes me a
lifetime to reach
I said before in lower scales

the peak
further in life i understood
the melody the ambitions
the why's

I saw the waves building
the might of nature building slow
then strengthening

in the *** of the sirens song
the brash of  lust
her basest instincts

the sun rising the crust
of the earth rising volcanic
me

I am and you are all that

rising above mere
existence

Sometimes
Some people place
A strange
Priority
On cats
Sometimes
Some people place
A strange
Priority
On dogs
Sometimes
Some people place
A strange
Priority
On trees
Sometimes
Some people place
A strange
Priority
On lakes
They all seem to take
A higher priority
Than humans
To some people
Some of the time
I always find
This
Upside-down
Order
Of prioritization
Somewhat silly

    Sean Hunt  Oct 22 2016

just about now I heard
the wind music sing again her loathsome song
among the cloudy songs
saw the sky breath
and sea *******
the horizons
innocence
Just about when I thought
i might expect to hear it
so, I might be playing it myself
I have  been known to before,
play songs along the rim of existence
saturating with hope
the unknown
in that central thought in my central
heart soul
I always wandered
in my head along the rim the abyss
teetering
right before
falling in

A poem can be a statement,
A poem can be a song.
It can be a piece of music,
Playing all night long.

First we have to go up,
Then we must go down.
Then we have to go all around
To find this ****** town.

Poetry is music,
Singing us a song.
Any way you choose it,
Bing, bang, ****.

Assonant sounds assemble,
Alliteration lilts our lyres.
Raps and rhymes are pulsing,
Kindling all those fires.

An orchestra is playing
On this very page.
Letters and words are strumming:
It’s a Golden Age.

Choirs of Angels Singing,
Guitars with a twang.
Ear that piano playing,
This may or may not scan.

If a pawn’s the soul of chess,
As Philidor did say,
Then letters and the sounds they show
Are what brighten the poet’s day.

So get those letters running,
All along the page.
Those sounds are our chess pieces,
Ready to engage.

Paul Butters

You might not be an astronaut
Never be a king or queen
Never meant to be the president
Or walk the red carpet scene

Won't win the Noble Peace Prize
In science or literature
May never find that mountain to climb
Or discover the colds elusive cure

You may never make it famous
In the circles that you move
But you can always count on the one thing
You are good at being you

You may not step into a room
To the roaring of applause
Or have the Paparazzi follow you
Taking pictures of all they saw

You may not be a rock star
Filling stadiums at night
Among these and other things
You may never do in life

While the above for others
May all soundly come true
You can always rely on the best part in life
And that is in being you

You may take some things for granted
Seeing green on the other side
Wish that you had made it
Much further in this life

You can take it all to the bank
With holdings firm in your belief
That where your ship has landed
Isn't at all where you should be

But when your lot is filled with haven't got
All you can do in life is lose
Just stick with the plan that is at hand
And do the best at being you