I learnt that
When you lie
You show obvious telltales

I then started to notice
That you did too
I noticed that you shuffled in your seat
When you told me
that you weren't scared that one time
we sat down to watch that horror film

I noticed that you bit your lip
When I asked you
if you were okay that night you stumbled in
at 1 o'clock in the morning

I noticed that you fiddled with your fingers
When you saw that couple walking down the street
and I asked if you knew them, you shook your head
I later found out she was your ex

And I noticed that you looked down to the floor
And the corners of your mouth twitched down
When I told you I love you
And you replied with 'I love you too'

We poets are teachers
The artists, the leaders
The dreamers, the weavers
Of minds of the infinite
Wisdom conceivers
The gods that you worship
Were made in our image
The heroes you envy
Are born of our wrath
To walk in the steps
Of our off-beaten path
We are mythical martyrs
On whimsical quests
To tickle your fancies
And beat in your chests
When you lock it away
We are there with the key
And a piping hot cup
Of divine empathy
For we feast on your pain
And we dine on your pleasure
We bask in the sun
Of the stormiest weather
And none may deny us
The power we hold
Not an ocean of greed
Nor a mountain of gold
Can stop us or touch us
For we own the skies
The angels you honor
Composed of our songs
Yes we poets are muses
The Tantalus juices
The shapers, the wakers
Of your inner-peace in this life
We are makers

Does your structure inhibit
the meaning

Does a smile work to cover your
  pain

Does today mean much less
  than tomorrow

Are your messages forever
  the same

Do you write before feelings
  have woken

The letters pretty, in cursive
  review

When your words leave the pulpit,
  unspoken

Do you retreat to the very
  last pew

Is there refuge as darkness
  encroaches

Locking windows where the sun
  used to shine

Is your format now holding
  you captive

And a victim,
—the prisoner of time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Can you pray without a doctrine,
  can you sing above the choir

Can you cast off earthly burdens,
  can you burn without the fire

Can you give, no longer taking,
  can you welcome strangers in

Can you love beyond all feeling,
—your last words to then forgive

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Unicorn fetishes with Fictional Highs,
Magnetic Spells I saw in her Emerald Eyes,
She Bled Perpetually, that reddish divine
Don't let it fool you, Fire & Toxic Cries.
Lucid Screams was Her Plastic Love,
Leeching dreams from serenity Above
Paper Towns & screeching screams ,
Refracting Into An Apocalyptic Dove.
Postcards Of Her Estranged Tranquility,
Diffusing Into Polaroids , going right through me
Rhythms Of Lusts Erupting Obscenity,
Followed her footsteps, towards infinity.
Bluest Shade Of Her Misguided Confessions,
Casted me Aside from her possessions.
Uncharted Fragments Amplifying her Obsessions,
Profane Prodigies Detonating my Desecrations,
Unicorn fetishes with Fictional Highs,
3D Symphonies Inside Her Crystal eyes,
Purple Streams Translating her fires
Real eyes ,Realized, her Real lies.
#Polynoid #TeREequiro

Shoot for the stars
The ones
You cannot see
They are out there
Faith is the proof
Of the unseen

Don't fret over
Silly perfection
God always lets weeds
amongst his roses
More attractive to
Bees, birds,
And butterflies

Worry not
for morrow's arrival
And watch your
Load of baggage
Traveling lightly
As I have told
Your brother

Love all you do
Take love too
For it will
Guide you
Straight outta
Any kinda hell

©  2017 Jim Davis

Youth takes my hand and holds me back,
  as old age points the way

Unwilling yet to leave this Spring,
  as Winter calls my name

The image in the mirror fresh,
  the one my eyes now see

Of Lochinvar and Lancelot,
   in dreamlike fantasy

The children see me older though,
  their children older still

My spouse afraid I can’t accept,
  what time and seasons will

I hold on tight to wings that splay,
  o’er fields both green and gold

And shun the backstairs of my fate,
—refusing to get old

(Trumbull Connecticut: February, 2017)