Once upon a time,
She would play with color-
Dancing across the canvas
In dazzling combinations,
Free from rule or limits.

But, now she seeks structure-
A slave to form.

And, that is my fault.

How many words
Need we have as mortar
Binding us to descriptions of passion?
Sad or melancholy, love or ardor-
All fall short.
I find only silence
In lackluster attempts
At worded solace.

I want t...
I want that
I want to know what love is
I want to make you feel wanted
I want to hold your hand
I want to draw a cat for you
I want to fall in love with you
I want to break free
I want to watch this
I want to go there

These words are not for reading.
Not for singing, not for shouting.
Not for saying, not for whispering.
These words are only for meaning.

After all, solving for x
Should always equal y,
And without such instances
Of equilibrium there can be no variance.

The scale must balance
Or the dragon will tip,
And tipsy dragons with their *****
Breath, perpetually drunk off their
Own fumes hunt –

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, TOCK
Out of rhythm -- as appears to be the style--
Or-not-style-or-maybe-style-is-out-of-style.
Oh Bill, what have we become?
These roses have no names!

And their smell is ****.
Emo – Elmo **** – with no hope for redemption.

I must apologize
dear reader
for addressing you so
I'm told it's just not done
I'm told these walls
exist
to stop
my theft of interpretation
and that truthfully
the poem resides within you
But surely there's something
of me
as well
so
dear reader
I must apologize
if these petty little words
have robbed you
but know this
you rob me too

When peace leaves, ever setting as winter
he bitterly tosses all chance beneath
her sun, howling madly while he pins her
mean like a crazy raver with claws sheathed.

What might to live steadfast in raging fire!
Pleading peace and fractions of smoky clouds
up after three, dogged she loves through ire
unrepentant, refusing to be cowed

while he looses logic bared of reason--
thunderous icicles with poisoned tips
cut fully in form ill-timed to seasons
of babies, bills, dogs, cats and sinking ships.

She whispers welcome to the stormy breach
wholeheartedly, forever out of reach.

Wipe clean the memories within my mind;
Take it all and let me begin anew.
Let loose these traps that have my soul confined.

The shade of remembrance treats too unkind
Love's sweet first kiss, so call forth the void to
Wipe clean the memories within my mind.

When sacred vows that faithful day combined
Come not with the giddy rush, then I sue:
Let loose these traps that have my soul confined.

The house in my head was poorly designed.
When my babe's first cry fades, I must argue:  
Wipe clean the memories within my mind.

Even my swelling chest asks to rewind
Those just-passed moments when my child's virtue
Let loose these traps that have my soul confined.

And at the end of things, when life's enshrined
Moments ebb the dark shore, gift me my due--
Wipe clean the memories within my mind;
Let loose these traps that have my soul confined.