What does your passion look like?

May 2014

Third Eye Candy

we have our plots and flotsam
and plod joyless; rain smitten.
we join the heap of foil and protagonists
in the tale of our distemper.
we whimper in the dark of our hard furnace.
fumbling for trinkets of mirth
where no god has birth
even as a dented
trumpet
to a hairlip...

Or a Name that comes First.

and yet we sing. but -
the song is wrong righted. a blight
blighted and a long drum
mumbling benighted
in the silk light
of our simple
worms.

our apples ache. our knowledge, rots .
but our temples, at the core
seed the valley. we famish the mountain
but feed the foothills of our strange
and strum the harps of Oblivion
with our mean thumbs.

constant gardeners of hard loss and flight.
and the Night's Sun.

May 2014

Third Eye Candy

Days are optional. Nights are mandatory

Days are optional. Nights are mandatory
you can eat your fun and spin puns in the doldrums of your fondest plunge
into naked earth. your cackling wheel, spinning geek in the first sun
of a night kingdom. a purged baguette.
a sprig of blunder
where the fumes are nimble
and the heart a lost cause
just because.

May 2014

Third Eye Candy

The Klaxon Carols Of Your Grief

the klaxon carols of your grief belie the golden pipes of your madness.
the cherubs embedded in your lost happiness
slip through cracks in your voice. James Joycean.
the fugue, your discord dims, seeps through the gauze
of your field dress. your wound holds the root note
oozing Rorschach ~ Rachmaninoff
jungian etudes allude
to a deep you at the bitter end
gnawing on sweet bones to marrow sip
from the holy grail and -
a humble pagan ***. i greet you at the airport, barefooted.
found you
talking to a cloud
in your blue sky *****. it was shaped
like an anvil cloud in your iris
watched as you forged
lightning bolts -
fit to hinge
heaven's
door.

we had the same flight at two different altitudes.

and i loved you more.

May 2014

Third Eye Candy

Ten Feet From Each Of The Deadly Sins

Polaris in the eastern sky, intertwined with the gallop of gargantuan and the heathenous whimsy of untired daily life...
the gross note of our chorus, rushed through the tube of time in long haste of a brief reply.
ten feet from each of the deadly sins, we ride. the callous pompadour of our fashionable hate
and the rake in the face gag, with all the right people
to betray you.

an asterisk in the tween of your teeth, with the casserole lights and the marvelous crushtones of your raving denial.
the most goon of your impunity, lewdly. the fresh ruin of your mind in the wrong place for the least why.
ten feet from each of the deadly sins, we ignite ! but yet the breadth of our complete meaning bewilders late
into the hour
of our
hour

by the minute.

May 2014

Third Eye Candy

How We Come By Wisdom

Doubt may serve the quiet one
who reads the deepest tomes
that languish in the hallowed halls
where learned men are known
the one without a master
may seek mastery, of the self -
scanning ancient leather bindings
brooding darksome
on the shelves.
He may comb the beach for pearls
and **** the oysters in the sea
or dive beneath the tide
to pry them open
with his teeth.
he may doubtless have to surface
from his labors in the deep
with nothing more than silt
as fine as motes of dust
to keep.
or treasures that contain the whole
his grain of doubt
conceived -
as lesser to the sum he knew
but now he cannot
see.

This one may surpass us all
and leave us to the beach.

Or scrawl the sort of question
that an answer
only dreamed.

May 2014

Third Eye Candy

WINTERING IN THE TROPIC Of YOUR CANCER

Burn me with your cold star
Singe my wings
if you would keep me
from your lonesome
turn me away
and i'll forgive you
every-time i return
to claim you for mine
and lovingly watch you burn
in Hell

just like you want me too
i'll see through you and say those things
that twist you hateful, and misshape
the way you live...

for nothing

but think it would **** you
to need someone

and then you'll get what you really want
when you let me
ravage you deeply
with your devils taking photographs
of perfect love
you wont be happy until your utter abandon
finds Hope

i'll never tell you how to think of your self as worthless
and i won't let you lie
saving you all that time to spend in truth
more alive with a fire
fed by the Truth
till if rages
scorching the stupid worlds you believed in
before me

before i listened to your sins
i passed you a note in class and the teacher caught me
and had me mad
to stand ahead of the class
and read aloud the note
and i did so
with my demons taking photographs
of one happy boy, happy to meet you
projecting to the back of the room

and out of blue

start to
sing !

May 2014

BZQ

I CRAVE YOU

⠀

⠀                       i crave
                          you
                          next to me.

                          i crave
                          your skin
                          on mine.

                         i crave
                          you,
                          touching me,
                          feeling me.

                          i crave
                          your lips
                          on mine.

                          i crave you,
                          your love,
                          your warmth.

                          but most of all,
                          i crave
                          you
                          next to me.

                          -BZQ

#poem #thoughts #crave

May 2014

Amitav Radiance

Love Blossoms

Passion blossoms into a flower
Spreading its alluring fragrance
The wind is the messenger
Carrying the invitation of Love*

© Amitav (Radiance)

#love #passion #attraction #blossom

May 2014

irinia

"Sentimental story"

Then we met more often.
I stood at one side of the hour,
you at the other,
like two handles of an amphora.
Only the words flew between us,
back and forth.
You could almost see their swirling,
and suddenly,
I would lower a knee,
and touch my elbow to the ground
to look at the grass, bent
by the falling of some word,
as though by the paw of a lion in flight.
The words spun between us,
back and forth,
and the more I loved you, the more
they continued, this whirl almost seen,
the structure of matter, the beginnings of things.

Nichita Stanescu

Nichita Stanescu (1933-1983) is the most appreciated Romanian Modernist poet.

May 2014

BZQ

BEAUTIFUL DISASTER

⠀
             ⠀
               ⠀            you
                   have bright eyes
                              and
                    lips that spelled
                       d i s a s t e r

                             -BZQ

#poem #thoughts #ink #spilled #writings

May 2014

BZQ

BROWNISH OCEAN EYES

⠀

⠀             i thought blue eyes
           were the most beautiful.
             then i saw your brown.
              and let me gladly say
            your eyes are like oceans
               and i want to drown

                            -BZQ

#poem #thoughts #ink #spilled #writings

May 2014

Louis Brown

You're The Prettiest of the Songs

You're the prettiest
Of the songs
I ever wrote
You warmed every lyric
Every note
When I look at you my pen
Pours words that never end
Oh the goodness there
Is more than words can quote
You're the prettiest
Of the songs
I ever wrote