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My mama’s shoes,
Fit my feet too snug, now,
For me to look cute, still, slippin’ them on.
I’ve no need of her lipstick, nor her raspberry rouge,
To make my face look, more, like hers does.

I’m a big, daddy’s girl, who has known the world,
But, not quite enough to really fit in.

--

I still heart,
Sunshine and rosies,
And, playin’ with mah toesies -
Eatin’ froot loops and pokin’ at roly poly’s,
Makin’ colourful cupcakes, covered in sweet gummies,
To eat inside forts filled with last winter’s lights,

Too,

Eatin’ Caramel Delights, sneakily,
Stolen, in spite - of the weight,
I was fightin’ so easily.

--

Perhaps,

When the adults are all done - playin’ house, for fun,
I’ll bring my cookies from the fort, to the table.
We’ll have coffee and speak of the stats,
For the week and laugh about,
Hart's becoming unstable.

And, I shall wear loafers,
That pinch at my,
Toesies that fidget,
Crazily,
Beneath my seat.
WIP
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
Chances are, you'll fly right by,
But, lesser chances arrest me.
The chances in your silence outweigh,
The chances in your hug goodbye.

But, the bigger things and realer things,
Keep bringing me back to you,
To accomplish some things and unravel some things,
On my way to being with you.

Catch me in my swift decent,
Into something so lovingly new.
Take my heart and take my hand,
And, I'll gladly belong to you.

*05.2011
I have yet to learn
How to relay my swollen
Thoughts in such a small
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
I saw the familiar
rose-flush dust
shoot from my
fingertips,

the day
I finally
decided
to snap out of it.

I had forgotten what lived inside me.

I snapped again
at the
worrywart hut
I'd created
for myself
to live in.

And again, once more
for all time
gone
to my mind's

incessant banter
and going-on's
with
the
flirty,
too flirty,
doubting Adonnis.

The fog was heavy,

in its resilience against my
needs
to get it right,

overtaking me in confusion,
making me forget

the reality
that lay beyond it.

Its grip was choking,

sending me reeling
through a
soul-tainting realm

I hated
I knew so well,

grasping

for anything
to hold on to,

anything that
looked
like

Life.

So,

with the moon
tonight,
I weep

for the many suns
sacrificed
to
Unbelief

and
the parts of me
permitted to be
plagued
by

poison
and
malpurpose.

Though,
with the same tears,
I will thank my God
that I can at least
see
what lies
within me

and again, once more
while the moon is still bright

for the gift to feel
remorse.
Sometimes, I cradle Sir Moon in my arms,
And half-whisper him to sleep.

I haven't seen that man in his own,
For too long.
So, when he's blue,
We nap together.

Sometimes, the moon melts,
Into puddles on lakes,
And ripples out into forever.
Hadn't smelled a ripple,
Until that very first night.

Smells like ink would - I think
Were the ink frozen.

But, every so often,
The moon is fine,
Full, after its harvest of,
The month's reverb.
And, on that night,
Is when I dance in full-flight,

Crazy, in the moon's elixir.

---

The night makes us mad.
The moon makes us loony.

Perhaps, that explains a lot.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
I guess,

The world that burst forth
From my tender red womb
Is maniacally clawing
To get back inside,
Now,

Or am I pulling it by
It's tangled hairs?

Afterall,

I am flustered
With it wrenching
The brush from my hand,
Each time I reach out
To unravel the mess
It's made,

(Or, I made?)

Either way,

I'll let bygones be bygones,
Even if it means
Being carried away -
Lost in sterilized hair strands,
Sleeping wordlessly,
Amid

Insanely white teeth.
Apparently, this piece has been a riddle for some...so, I'll leave it one!
Clue, however, it is "not" about my nonexistent child.
Ha
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
why bother
with relaying how
your words
somehow
seem akin
to mine,

if my words
would be
better off
at home

.
Much too ambiguous...WIP
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
My bowl is empty.

Bits, spits, and washed out leaves.

The curling twig swims through circles,
Drowning in broken squares that look like triangles.

Crying in Spanish dance halls,
To the smell of jagged smiles.

Leave me a piece, a whiff, a touch,
To sigh, sorrowfully, with sweet incense.

---

Sunflowers and posies,
Nuts and bolts,
Painters of all things lovely,

“Circle my heart,
Cut it deep, with an ‘x-‘
Your riches are buried forever.”

*06.2011
I see your wings have sprouted, dear,
And, they’ve lovely colours of every sort.

The greens that meet with shimmering blues,
Golden yellows that rival the sun’s,
Reds that yell from teeny corners,
And oranges where the yellows are done.

But, your colours can’t sing from within that jar,
Muffled so loudly - your song.

Though, I see the notes,
So, I know - I know,
You can’t stay in that jar for long.

*06.2011
Halfway through yesterday are the words I forgot,
To stash inside your closet.

Lost hallelujahs for your too charming smile,
Halt, just shy of, "In a minute!"

You would like those thoughts -
Those full, careless thoughts -
Forever slipping into,
Politeness.

The too-telling giggles,
Hidden in slick eyes,
And smuggled in,
Feigned aloofness.

Meet me at your mind's found corner,
In its lipstick and hot-combed hair.

We'll share some words,
That we've never heard,

That will sneak us off to whenever.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
An addict still has sense,
And if he’s wise,
Still, wisdom -

It is his will
That stands in question.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
The elephant took me
beneath his ear,
nestling me in his
wisdom,

and

moonlight spilled into
the space I’d created,

highlighting my
soft, light breaths.

I caressed the
round
of the full moon,
with the sighing
of my eyes,

and his light flowed
out
before him -

a familiar hello -

spilling
slowly,

into
the ends
of the tusks
of my elephant.

I marveled

at
how his
ivory tusks seemed
near bright as
Sir Moon,
himself.

And the ground
trembled
beneath
my bared feet.

I felt my elephant
quaking.

I felt my cover
move back from me

as he lifted his head
and
spread
his grand ears
across the sky
I could feel him
let go
a deep trumpet
that proclaimed
his heart
before
melting into
the night

Questioning whether
the elephant could
sense the moon
in me,

I breathed again,

smiled to myself
and walked
lightly the
pathway
home.
Trying something a little different :3
There's a sea-gem in that sand you're in,
Buried a ways away.
She beams so loudly, in that way that she beams,
Whether the sun smiles at her or not.

There's a tree-gem in that sand you're in,
Fallen from her green-top loft.
Sweetly, she glows at the jewels that she's grown,
That, now, sing of their granted agendas.

She's a free-gem, that tree-gem,
That, sometimes, calls herself sea-gem,
Quietly, carrying out her duties, with smiles.

But, she longs to be found,
That green-gem, some rounded,
By you, poking at rocks and dry clams.

*07.2011
What better place
To keep a
Secret
from
Those
Within
The Light?


I've been through
the shadows
in the
Valley of Darkness

So
I know,

You've been there also.

We live in a world
Wherein
Several of which
Reside,

-this realm
to shelter
the Treasures of
Those
Still,
Hoping,
in their
Transition.

And
While I was there
To uproot the
Despair
I'd stored,
For my
Too stern
Pride's

Veil in Recovery,

I saw yours there
Also,
Your Mane,

-shaved,
Leo,

Attached
to a
Sliver-cracked
Ego,

Hidden
Amongst both
The
Gems of a gypsy
Glowing
in the dark,

Winking
Smiles
At my
Treks,

In
&
Out,

The
Crumbling treasures
Of
the tragic,
Troubled
Someones,
Nearly
Forgotten

in their
Trying Tribulations.

Shadows
a desperate
Shelter
from
the
Thoughtless
Impunities
Sometimes
Rampant

In
The Light.  

The Darkness is
Dark
In that,
It enabled,
Evades
what
Light does
Simply
by
Nature.

And
I saw,

You saw this
Too.

--

Once upon a time,

Without the
Spots of
Darkness,
That we
All
Have
Stolen away
To,

To let out
Free
Your soul,
To just

Be,

On our way
To seeing

What's
Needed.

Without the
Soft Cloak
of the
Shadows,

My blood,

We,
The Imperfect
Become
We,
The Vulnerable.

--

I saw a soldier's
Heart's longing,
Becoming
Worn
by a
Chafing
Of a
Strong, strong
Courage

A young girl's
Freedom
Too tightly
Gripping
Like thorns
Sweet Yearnings
for

A Love,
Truly
Everlasting.
--
Not all wielders
Of Light
Are servants of Light.
Some use Light
For
Their own
Devices.

So
by Cause,

Weak or strong,
Pain fresh
Or long,

We all
Have been acquainted
With

The Darkness.
© 2015 Elephants & Coyotes
in the darkest part of my mind,
the dingy loony bus idles.
curiosity has foggied up my gray cells.
leftover bits, orange scented peels,
many questions i've left unanswered,
hide in bleak obscurity.

in the darkest part of my mind,
urges to be the me i’m not,
whisper their desires for freedom,
into the static air,
while lighthearted memories of kisses ago,
crumble under the weight of worry.

in the darkest part of my mind,
I cower in the shadows of intimidation,
over papers due in the morning.
bites and fights drown in an overflow of sweet burning,
with discarded pencils and bottlecaps,
and memories lost in laundry.

in the darkest part of my mind ,
the logical makes no sense.
swirls of confusion, reason,
love and distress,
faded memories seeping through gaping cracks,
hair strands sleeping amid teeth.

in the darkest part of my mind,
chewed and smoked tobacco leaves,
taunt their slaving victims,
as cherry blossoms fall from their branches.
empty words twitter back and forth,
hovering between the breezes.

in the darkest part of my mind,
the heart I adore and adore and love,
sours before I know it.
touches have lost their savour.
words and their meanings duck and hide,
the novel falls open to a new page.

in the darkest part of my mind,
friends laugh their laughs and dance.
mom screams at broken dishes,
dad sings his song his song his… tale,
and I write my soul away.

*02.2010
i keep peeking around
these curling corners -

dashing away from
the finger-waggers
who blink
only
when i'm not
in this predicament

when i'm not
kissing the sides of this
yellowing frame -
still holding fast
to that
ensnared moment
i've deemed
too late to make
unholy

unabashed and tall
in the courts of
low-faced jurors
who **** their teeth
at my soiled apparel
and glare down
over horn-rimmed
frames

demeaning demeanors
in mean-streak persons
demand dumb perfection
in too black

tattered
robes.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
Shimmy wild
Shake down -

This is some
Railroading
Existential
Trolling
****.

I’m plugging in-

A glaring glitch
In your singular
Reality.

You’re completely
Right
If you think I’m
Taking advantage of the fact
That you
Think
We’re all just
Programmed players
In your
Sacred
Existence.

My iridescent snicker
Isn’t what’s up for debate
Buddy -

I know there’s a coyote
Lurking about
Somewhere
And I’m gonna let that
*******
Chuckle & buckle
Up
Until I lose it
In the
Trippiest corners
Of your mind;

Whistling like
Whispers
Where words
Sound like
Wonders

Bathed in
Confusion
At its best.

I’m gonna make you
Wonder
If you’ve ever
Waken up
At all.

--

Gear hopping
Daily
From your
Native system
To
“What the hell’s
Even
Going on anymore?”

Don’t worry
Though
Darling.

I only switched
The blues
And the greens.

You’re only sleeping
If you believe
You are.
I've been adding more green leaves
And flower buds to my mask,
Lately,
I even cut away, a bit,
To reveal the scar above my eye.

Though,

I had to paint on more smileys
With glitter,
The other day,
To counter the angled eyes
That cut right through them.

But then,

Someone ripped off
The string on the right.

So, now, it,
Occasionally,
Swings -

Back
And then forth
And then back
And then forth,

Unless, I make a pointed effort,
To hold it up to my face.


But,
For now,

I don't give a
Cut phone cord.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
It might have been
the
old lasagna
that reminded me
I was happy -

at last.
So tartly particular,
About picking from treats.
Throw them all up -
See which lands at your feet.

*07.2011
i am singing soft pinks,
after my too bold reds;

i mean,
maybe, my great, round bursts of
clumsy heart
didn't bruise as sweetly
as i'd hoped.


i haven't a thing against
climbing to middleground;

my lips are left
less chapped.

--

I am a
yet, wild queen -
learned-head bowed
low.

heart lifted

-in anticipatory gusts
of questions,
peppered with thanks,
for the inner knowing,
melding into my all-

to the heavens, above,
lifting up fervent
pleas and blessings:

thanks, for the continuing cycle
that continued
long enough
for me to believe
and is continuing,
even still -

this was something
different.

not singing after?
but, softening to?


this feels much,
much more like home.
Need to get these writing juices flowing again!
Toward thinking - thinking toward that newer stuff.

Implicating a newer truth -
More meaning more than ever what meant before.

[Enter eternity]

Dry unveilings found me dripping and drowning,
Ogling the ones who did it better.

Enlightenment, apparently, doesn't come with instructions -
Sorry, Timmy - do catch me when I'm wiser.

Nit pick my tendencies to
Overcome the dumb junk -
Trippin' about all of the dirt that's piled up on my dirt, already.

Each moment that caters to forgotten smiles,
X's out all of the  good times I could've spent passin' the conch shell with somethin' to say - Ha.

I'm itching to perform a miracle.

Settling for truths spilled from frigid lips just ain't my cup of tea -
Thank God.

--

Everything is happening now.
Exhale.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
In the time when,
     A simple toy with bright lights was enough to amuse me,
     An hour in the bath tub was a day of high-adventure,
     An extra cookie, from the cookie jar, made me feel like something special.
    
     In the time when a nap with mom, in the crook of her arm,
     Was the high point of my day.

During the years that,
     The darkness behind my lids squeezed shut was, somehow, brighter than the darkness around me,
     Mr. Teddy snuggled so tight in my arms gave me a sense of impenetrable protection,
     Drawing my feet way up from the edge of my bed assured me that I would not be dragged away.

     During the years that warm milk and a lullaby were my gold ticket to a peaceful night of sleep.

That era is over.

This year,
     Darkness is darkness, such is the peril that lives within it.
     My once precious Mr. teddy has found a new home, in the back of my dark closet.
     My feet dangle carelessly, over that dreadful edge, after all, drawing them up is pointless.

     This year, warm milk makes my stomach turn,
     And, it takes more than a lullaby to drop my heavy lids.

This time around,
     It's the neon lights of the midnight town that send thrilling shivers up my spine.
     I've traded the great splashes and dunks of bath time for flickering candles and violins.
     An extra treat is a starry-eyed dream, for fear of the guilt to follow.

     A chat with mother is work enough.
     This time, I nap alone.

---

I pray for the minutes,
I counted, until,
I heard dad's keys singing in the lock.

I want for the days,
When I'd anger a toe,
And think my world was falling apart.

I dream of the years,
When I'd be hurt by a friend,
And, the next day, share cupcakes over tea.

I wish for the time,
When everything was simple,
And problems were solved with sweets.

---

Maybe, I could pull Mr. Teddy from my closet's corner,
Warm up a nice, big cup of milk,
Draw up my feet, from the bed's cold edge,
And learn to revel in the darkness around me.

07.2008
On some day I'd forgotten,
Three winters ago,
I stumbled across,
Room 8.
Courtiers from within,
Beckoned with questionable smiles,
That stabbed at,
Intently,
Curiosity.

Just beyond,
The garnished door,
Lay carpet so lush,
It seemed to,
Glisten,
With its own beads of sweat,
That met,

The never coming ends,
Of rambunctious, silk drapery,
That dripped -
That dripped -
From the ceilings in reds,
So red they wrestled with passion.

And a peek beyond,
I couldn't keep my glimpse,
From pooling onto the,
Glasses,
That quivered.

Panes that gave way,
To silent,
Slain spirits,

Rocking back,
And then forth -

Spirits who had,
Lost,
Their ***** words,
To emotion.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes

Inspired by the lovely words of, poetess, Lily Mae.
Once, when my curls still tickled, only the tops of my ears,
Mum quietly ironed my daddy's pants - he ate his cold grits and eggs.

She thought I didn't see her see me watching the cat,
Claw at her leg - And so, I just asked,

"Why does déjà vu  only come too late, for me to know what I should do?"
She wrinkled her nose, instead of sayin' and,
Singed her spider-leg fingers.

--

So, I sat there.
Somewhat, unsure.

--

"Baby," she said, as she shook her head, "You shouldn't fret over things like that."
She continued her ironin' - the cat kept clawin',

--

And, I sat there.
Somewhat, unsure.

--

I asked my daddy earlier, yesterday, if he would work late, down at the office.
He began saying some words, but very few were heard,

My attention smelled -
So much -
Like grits.

I saw the wine bottle stolen and my cookies still frozen,
Yesterday,
But, in a way,
Soon after the airport.
Must be missing my savannah home, too much.

© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
(You will make best use of the following words, if you open the Savannah, Within A Month poem, in another tab.)**

It was brought to my attention that I somehow managed to write ALL of the emotion but too few clues in my piece to relay the entire story.

Though, this was done intentionally, due to my reluctance to actually tell the whole story, I do want you guys to be able to read the words written in between the lines, without my losing what I’ve created, by undoing the strings that weave in and about the poem:

In case you missed it, Judy first reviewed my poem commenting on the wistful feeling that appears throughout the piece and the additional sadness at the end. She thought that, perhaps, my father had left us.

Well.
Yes…and no.
This piece is a really twisty thing of a piece that hangs off the edge of, “Oh, I get it!”
… even for me.
But, it’s that deja vu bit that makes it hard to grasp.
So, let me lay out a few things:

The airport bit, at the end, was referring to when I would leave for Savannah
…indirectly “because,” of my dad leaving.

But, it was just a mental leaving, that happened.
He never actually left.

All of the emotion was there, but I chose to write, instead, about me leaving for Savannah, rather than my dad leaving for another woman.
So, I end up talking about what actually went on, but instead of ending the story with, “and then he left,” i end it with, “and then i left.”

I tend to have trouble putting issues I haven’t actually dealt with yet, into words.
I apologize.
But, somehow, talking about a direct “result” of the issue was easier.

But, the whole foreshadowing of his leaving (which is written in between the lines), shows up throughout the entire poem:

The mood of the relationship between my parents was written into the first stanza.

The way mum thought about the issues between her and my dad, into the second stanza.  

Me wondering about deja vu (and indirectly, from my current standpoint, the deja vu i had just recently (that im almost sure i had then - about them splitting)) + Mum’s frustration and the effect it was having on her, into third stanza.

My attitude about her burning her finger bc of my question, in the fourth.

Her brushing me off about all of it, in the fifth.

My attitude THEN about her brushing the question off + my attitude NOW about her brushing the entire situation off, in the sixth.


-Then, actual recent accounts of deja vu come into play-

I asked dad if he was “working late at the office again,” -
But, immediately, i zone out, bc i’m experiencing deja vu,
(the smell of grits, i inserted to, in a roundabout way, say that it was somehow connected to the earlier events in childhood),
except this time, though it felt like deja vu, it seemed as if i foresaw them splitting when i was younger, but i was seeing it…….just then?

(deja vu is already confusing - and this little twist on it took me for a spin!)

Either way,

The stolen wine bottle was from the deja vu i'd had - It is placed to foreshadow an event that WOULD take place (there is a literal wine bottle i need to secure lol),
But also, since it felt like a foreshadowing, in the past OF the past, the wine bottle symbolizes my parent’s marriage being stolen by another woman.

The still frozen cookies symbolize me feeling like I was, somehow, stuck in my childhood, when it all was happening.

P.S. Not relevant to the understanding of the story, but the cat doubles as me, attempting to get the answers I wanted. I wanted her to just "realize" and use her mother's intuition to just "know" what to say to me and how to say it. But, she didn't. "So, I just asked."
Well, this was written yesterday, ephemera.
Looks like today is my day to move on.

© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
We're all human here, right?

Why, then, is my side, most human,
Something bidden I hide?

---

Mockings chant their mocking things,
Swinging from the hinges of reality.
While, sneers and jeers born from,
Overgrown fears,
Leave small ****** in my ripe heart -

Unceasingly.

At the door, my mind assured me, go,
And my feet, those dumb things, did listen.
Went right into havoc,
Wreaked solely by tragic,
Souls, so pathetic, I can't even stand it.

Who's ripping up my soul so darkly,
Save, me and the audience I've made?
Surely, the swift-sounding people,
With valiant battles to battle -
Are too busy to waste time at the gallows.

You dug the hole,
And jumped right on in,
I merely picked up the shovel,
And finished it.

Though, now, my heart aches,
So red and opaque,
Curse you,
For doing you in.

07.2011
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
You're a crazy person,

with your backwards
feet
that keep
finding their lost way
to

me -

an iron-wrought
Stubbornist
with morals
galore,
full of

delightfully
annoying
complexes.

You're genuinely
insane
the way you
brush off your pain
and slide your
arms
around me
anyway,

or

how you
ridiculously
forget
the soft spot
i hit
by the time
the silence
takes over.

One look in
your eyes,

the sound of
your sighs,

the signs,
my love,
are there.

You're a crazy person,
indeed,
to say that you
need

a person
like me

to love.
I've cast my spell on you.
I've cast my spell, so hard you can't stand it.
I've cast my spell on you, from afar.

And, you have no choice but to give in.*

--

"Is this wrong?"
I sidelongingly asked myself.

"Only if you believe it to be so,"
I said.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
Babies are a nuisance.

They require I spend extra time,
Bottling my honesty,
To feed them slowly,
With excessive precaution.

Attention must be paid,
To dribbles on chins,
I must clean up,
When they simply,
Can't keep,

From spitting out bits,
Of it that won't fit,
In their mouths,
So underdeveloped.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
I thought sirens were voluptuous women,
Who sat upon rocks and sang to men,
Who couldn’t think past,
The tips of their *****.

I was sure they had the longest hair,
I had ever seen,
That swore to you,
It had met with eternity.

Through rose-scented ears,
And rose-budded drapes,
I had heard of their full, soft *******,

That breathed airily beneath,
The green beads of the sea,
Speaking, softly, of impending agendas.

"

But, I found out yesterday,
Their hands are great,
Yielding rough spears,
Rather than white sarongs.

They’re not sitting at all -
They actually stand tall,
Looming over you,
With ***** of their own.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
I see you.

Peering through your chainlink fence,
Anxious to see what’s going on outside,
But, not enough to actually come out here.

With your rickety lock and rusty old key,
Ready to lock me to your fence,
But never considering locking me behind it.

I can see the scars you fail at hiding,
From prisoners who got away.

But, why can’t you see,
That you really don’t need,
That fence or that lock,
Or that key to keep me?

Take down this fence,
And, let me step in,
To love you completely and let you breathe easy.





I do have eyes that work.

*06.2011
He likes joy girls,

The ones that spring upward in the wee hours
And smile because the sun is coming soon -
The ones that rise with the sun
And keep right on rising,
Even 'til the sun is setting -
Then they rise on
Into the night,

He likes girls with fluttering fingers
That tingle when they touch you -
Ones with round-eyed spirits
That peek out from the pockets of their irises.

He likes joy girls,

Those "sun-in-my-pocket" girls,
The skipping instead of walking,
The "I'm too tired of talking,
(I'd rather be off singing)"
Girls,

Girls with giggles so infectious
His frown can't help but slip-up,

He holds these girls the tightest to him
'cause his days look much too much like
The endings of,

Late October dusks.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
I never cried at your misplaced words
Though, I felt them,
So carefully,
Gnawing
At
My spirit.

My heart only cried wet, dragging words
That loved hard
And too quickly
After
Your wayward self.

Filthy words spilled from your blackened lips,
Telling of your innards.

But, I couldn't let go
That somewhat glow
I kept glimpsing
Before you shut down.

In the moon's attempt at a soothing beck
Is tendence to insatiable hunger,
Pretending, between breaths, I couldn't hear
My own growlings clawing in your thunder.

Teary eyes and hopeful eyes stare down
Frozen and thoughtless, cold eyes,

Until I glance away
With nothing to say,
Ignoring the impending,
Yearning.
JP: Looks like the long-suffering extended to even today, or that could just be the forgiveness. Either way, I thought the emotion would be predominantly "anger" - guess not. Ha

© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
Pretty little birdy,
Why won't you sing?
Is not the sun's warmth,
A comfort to your wings?
Have not, you flown,
In the untouched breeze,
Beside gales that dance,
Above the crowns of grand trees?
So small and delicate,
Yet, majestic and strong,
Why won't you share,
Your enchanting, sweet song?
Are not, you free,
From the iron of mankind,
From wounds of deceit,
That arrest and that bind?
Do not, you see life,
Through films of purity,
Peering through the mass of lies,
Into the heart of me?
What creature so harsh,
So greatly incomplete,
Would rob nature of its voice,
And, life of its beat?

Pretty, little birdy,
My life needs your melody.
Make my eyes smile once more.
Please, won't you sing for me?

*04.2008
You can tell those
Who have become acquainted
With Life,
For their speech is
Littered with
Memories.
cancel your plans, darling -
we're feignin' tonight.

i ain't tasted your fancy brow
since i last ran up trees.

i know you miss
the way my tossing hair
always filled the air with
moonlit berries and
wild
wild
grapes,

so thick
your mouth
gave way to
tsunamis.

i've got cold noodles sittin'
in my bowl somewhere
because i forgot to remind myself that
that ain't food that's
fillin' my belly -

channelin' me your orange hues
dipped in frustrations so subtle,

but
not
subtle
enough.

your frisky hot hemp dance
is flingin' itself
all over my inside stuff -
curbin' my appetite
for just about
anything else.

i'll climb your tree anyday
sweet baby,
kissin' greens
in your sleeves
on that minxy leaf trip.

carry me to your sneaky cove
and share your spices
and wanton skin graces.

i'll trade you my
fingertips
and diamond
extravaganzas,
then we can take turns
dippin' our tongues
into the blend.

'cause
i've blotted out my agenda
to savour the splendour
so i can remember to
spit it back into
the faces of
the dark
cloaked ones.

this is my defiant-nosed
iron song,
in my steel-toed boots.

see, i'm feelin' mahself
and the randy white cub
ticklin' my sides
in our crazy cahoots,

with our incense and spirits
from the worshipers of
sane things -
who fill our airs
with a long overdue
white haze.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
my fingers were beginning
to love that couch

they loved it so heavily
burrowing deep into
the cigarette burn
that scratched against
the underside
of my thigh

i could’ve been banished
to that couch -
to that moment
in time

for two forevers

and loved it thrice holy.

my eyes were beginning
to love that wall

that blue wall
with its paint racing
so anxiously for
the floor bowing
beneath your feet

the porch

the wood
underneath this
couch, with its
pancake cushions
sizzling beneath
the cool points
we were boasting of
in each other

i hadn’t known it then
but i sure know it now

the birds were singing out
my name

while i shuffled
quickly
and threw out
swiftly
the next card
to be played
in the game.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
Three frozen nights in a row
Remind me that I’m cold.
Dinghy sheets with matching throws
Remind me that I don’t care.

Razor blades and waxless strips,
Tagged, cute underwear,
Sleepless sleeps and cereal—
Marking time.

Come here.

*06.2011
I lost my thought somewhere,
Over there,
Behind my leftover thinkings on time.

To the right of whenever,
I last forgot to remember,
What is was with I wanted to rhyme.

I try to remind myself,
Quite often,
To post stickies to help me recall.

But then the thought to look,
Gets lost in some nook,
And, the whole deal slows down to a crawl.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
I'm not afraid of the galganaut,
Peering out from his overgrown huddle,
Inside his hole in the brook,
That I once mistook,
For the water faeries',
Hide-n-seek cove.


I won't fall for his,
***** ol' tricks,
And bluffs -
That slick beast,
In his feast, on those,
Deserving, the least -

The slow and naive,
Who believe what they see,
But, refuse to see,
What's there.


That cove has eyes,
If you'd just look inside!
Garish and eating,
Your soul,

Before its looks,
Reel you in,
With its hooks,
Of tin,
That you cradle,
Simply, 'cause
You can.


A victim, no more,
To the galganaut,
And his tendencies,
Toward swift,
Deception.


For, what?
I don't know,
But, to me,
He's no more.


I have whited him from,
My reality.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
What has made
this lioness of
the high stars
above-
queen of the
great safari -
cower on
rough,
quaking knees,
before her
mighty throne?

I blame his
brown,
dripping
eyes
that could
so easily
****** away
her roar,

And the
silken sweet way
he plays his
magic flute
as if to
charm
the great
Black Mamba.

He jests
with a heart
so full and
merry,

So light
upon his feet,

I'm to my own,
before I know it,

My heart beating
to his beat.

He's found a power
more mighty
than pride,
more great
than power
itself,

I am on my feet
and to my knees,

Bless Me.


And, You -

For allowing me
favour.
"When a lioness reigns, and a lion king approaches."
Two leos, in one house.
Clicks and clashes, all about - and, love.
Sweet, unabashed love.
Sit still, now, chil’,
While I untangle this mess -
You ain’t goin’ swimmin’
‘til it’s all in braids,

The mo’ naps you got,
The mo’ hair you lose,
I’m ti’ed of strugglin’
With this pick
And flat comb,



‘cause yo hair is too thick,
I’m at the enda mah wick,

And, mah grays are doin’
Anything -

But, fadin’.
Clue 2/3 for "Nails Hairier than Hair."
Responses/Questions in the inbox, please!
=)

© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
the jolly painter came to visit, one day.
he painted smileys upon the walls of my house -

then another and another,
and another until
i was forced
to spread my smileys
about.

now, were they merited -
these radiant
marvelous things -
marking my walls with
their swelling brilliance

or were they,
simply,
of Karma's duty -

blossoms flowering,
just as they should?

whichever, however,
whenever, whatever,
i'm not quite sure
but i like the allure

they bring
strength to my stem
and quiet the mayhem,
i live in,

so i think,
my dear,
i shall take them.
;)
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
Elusive lulls of lucidity linger,
slightly, in my
retrospection-

behind thick, thick sprawls
of stones for walls, built to
defend what I felt, then
most relevant.

Once at escape,

I meet, at random,
apace
tangents
that spin
me gently into

Light,

wherein I sigh
at ease, slow-
ly breathing
in the peace flowing
abundant,

amid
Tranquility.

Lucidity's quite funny, in that
when precious to one,
proves slippery, and when gotten,
too foreign,

to keep lucid, in a state
that, without light, is
forsaken,
to the ever-
turn of

Chasing the Light.
Truth, once desired, can never be truly undesired. Tenured trooper on an Ever-Quest for Truth and Light.
again,

i will bury
your
honeyed
words
down, deep
in between
my *******,

humming loudly
above reason,
muffled by
passion-

by love,
my love-

don't waste me.

my pearly eyes
and heaving chest
are
truths i keep
meaning
to share

but
you harvest
so often
the honey
seeds
you sow

give them time
my love

don't waste me.

i'm your
darling dear
with fluttering
fingers
grabbing at
your hand

to
stay afloat
in this
teeny boat
made

perfectly,

a la
Us.
She sat
A broken China doll
Spurting
Where she meant to
Sing.

Hold her hand
Bite your tongue
And
Remind her
That you're
Hers.
I am singing my song,
Into the eastern winds,
And I know that She will deliver.

And, I am sending a bird,
With a smile in its song,
To massage your soul in its fever.
For Josie
There are bumble bees around the corner,
Waiting to land on the tip of your nose.
Thick, flower nectar, dripping from above them,
Fated, to catch you in your, "Hello."

When the beaming sun beams,
We say lovely things,
And spread them about,
For those near,

To feel it within,
To take part in -

To share it with those
Who will hear.

When the sun disappears,
The moon's light rears,
Sprinkling taboo gems about,

For us to tiptoe and choose,
To place in a ruse,
Of words to enjoy during, Lights Out.

Neither a shortage of daisies,
To pluck from this field,
Nor, unwelcoming nuances met,

Only waves of inspiration,
Covered in chosen sensation,

An oasis for the itching poet.
I love the people on Hello Poetry.
=)

© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
Five-pointed geometry lesson,
Abated in eternity,
Candles beating the shadows away,
Awaken.

Sweet desires sung into whiffs of hearing,
And, questions awaiting answers.

Then a familiar ear turned into a familiar voice,
I’m here, my dear, right here.
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