Was she
Greta Garbo
or Katherine Hepburn
or Ginger Rogers.

Should I kiss, fight
or dance with her
Intimacy was never easy
it still draws blood…

Women on stage
every moment of everyday  
the Contradiction of
Spring summer winter
or fall is that
there is always precipitation...

Sweat or One's tears
of joy
of laughter
insanity or pain

The passion was not in her hair but in those eyes,
the finger snap
or that tone!

Watch out beware
be careful young man
knives have never been sharper or so close to life's edge.

It Burns the Heart
Sears the Soul
to beg to worship or pay homage to such a vain idol
where you kneel on bended knee
To honor to love to cherish
in your sickness of health
and poverty of spirit.

I too ...
am grief stricken
& wanted of wear
I'm still haunted by
that place ...
where the Truth lies
& Souls be ******
without hope
or care !!!

A Poet’s House
those scattered
letters  & inflections …

Where upon
syntax & words
underneath Ones’ simile
is a place for syllabic prose
to rest & hide…

Dactylic upon memories’ shelves

Casted cacophony
reflected back
In pentameter’s youth
upon Our mantle
where crisp corners
of parchment turn
set a fire
& forever burn.

(26 April 2022)

We                                                                              
Casts portraits
centuries more than a day;
captured pieces
of Life eroding away.

We found beauty in its decay
& impressions sublime.

Isolation
Whispering
amongst the ruins
& congruent lines
abandoned by Time.

Vestiges & Echoes
of that which cannot
& did not last;
memoirs, records
or mementos of a
once distant past.


Symbols
Grey
Lacking luster, or rust
changes of color,
flaked peelings
crumbled into dust.

Cobwebs
gathering moss
bent over branches
Roots extended
dried out
from thirst
spoiled soiled

fallen
brown leaves,
scattered twigs
& broken glass.

Revealing a different
age from long ago
& eons since
have now grown old.

Where a River
once knew
the darkness
that reckons
& beckons
a mortal
twilight sky.

& I alone
was left to see
in its spaciousness Die.

(8 Sept 21)

Water or blood
It’s raining !

A baptism or sacrifice

It washes somethings away
Makes it pure...
Makes it clean...

Blood between the thighs
Does it make one pure?

It cleanses
the Body
or  the Soul...

One’s attitude
To Change.

Brokenness
begets
One broken
Healer
begets
One healed.

Call it Cruel

Wrenching
One's Heart
Where
One Cannot
Breathe
for want of
Kindness

feels like I'm
forced to
kiss a corpse
beneath a shallow grave
covered in
winter's snow
buried
a long time ago...

The feeding
The violence has begun
tearing & ripping
away at our flesh.
carnivorous piece,
after piece …
blood upon their lips
The horror
& muffled insatiable cries,
the screaming
hunger & thirst
carried off/ taken away & gorged
At first recognizable
then indistinguishable
Scattered remains
& the smell of
Rot begins
Our Elder dies.
Psjwebber
(14 Oct 21)

Exile
a supposition
of pretense
in isolation
granting vices
permission & unwelcoming
circumstances,
as choice
to do or die
Alone...
another SUICIDE...

Arrogance
to control
that which is not
YOURS
to govern
to protect
A LIFE
choice  ...
the immoral
PROPOSITION
to demand
who can live,
propagate
marry
or relationship
pro-choice
maybe pro death
YES !!!

Gay, Lesbian
Bi-******
Trans & queer
being one-in-the
Sameness by default
Nonetheless
Equal in result
FREEDOM
or the other
word GENOCIDE
for want of
Pride...

Psjwebber
11/08/24

God gave us a home,
a place to stay
man cast his yolk
& stole it all away.

I rather be:
a placid, clear lake
or a mountain
touching the earth & sky;

Fluid & deep
or Seeing far & wide
all around,
further
than the eye ...

Cacophony
Cracks the silence
as phantom pains
& unseen wounds
overwhelm one's floodgates
torn open by unexpected loss
You knew not existed...
(30 Oct 2024)

The mind
a priceless gift
immemorial,
however,
flawed
the spirit without
cannot lift.

Pictured
Remnants of my past
twisted by a storm
heat, frost refined
is how grew or formed.

children scattered
every fall
& blown about
like straw...

gates & fences
Up & went
changed the lines
kept what was within
only to be torn down again...

I saw the landscape move,
*****, erode and enclose
so my feet held on
& spread deep all around
trying to find
what's left of ground

My friends
were cut down
sown into pieces,
traces of them
here & there
maybe found.

loneliness & noise
has crept in...

there's only,
so much I can bare
wishing it all gone
cannot be a sin.

Snow breaks
Amongst a warmer
Cloudless sky,

Streams of tiny rivers
Down one’s window paine
& remembering
What is left
Of last winter’s angel wings;

Where soft straw
& twisted overturned twigs lay
beneath moist darkened
earth strewn across like hay,

Revealing mixed patches
of budding marsh green,
the new color scheme,
as itself Life decides
in of itself, in Spring
to give it another try.

I am grateful
for the blue in the sky,
melting snow
over its horizon,
its impermanence.

(8 April 2022)

When the Body
befalls a pathos,
a virus
a or germ

Symptomolgy
emerges ...
vesters
of sores & pain
discomfort & fever

Addiction
craves toxicity & poison
& hallucinations
delirious choices
vetted

Is Loneliness
a phantom of emotions
belonging to
anxiety & delirium?

A mental illness
of the Soul
Depressed...

that echos
against the tongue
rendering one's voice
silenced ...

a disease sickens
Nonetheless.

Prince S.J Webber
11/08/24

Count the rings
they will tell you my age,
On the Day
Her wide eyes spit venom
Burning my Soul
to the bone and searing my heart closed forever…

As she walked away,
I no longer existed to her…
I was no longer there in the passing-by
And moving-on left me invisible,
Ignored and condemned;
Left to learn what is meant
To be
Unforgiven….
(22 July 06)

Inside
is where one's Truth
lies colorful uninhibited
doubtful creatively hesitant

where I'm inappropriate

& remorseful guilty
painstakingly obvious,
but nonetheless honest
& Real.

A subjective
relationship
sinking fast
& choosing & deciding
distinctively to deceive
ourselves too...