Randy Vera: Favorites

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

wandabitch

strange day in the mile race
to fade into the headlights and cold blue
all my life I've been waiting on a line
to guide my path
defining the night

others have gone now
seats hollow at dinner tables
and New souls take hold
of my love strongly.

what a ride in the drivers mind
traveling back to the other half
crossing dying mountains once again.

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

Sleeping flowers hibernate well

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

wandabitch

Sleeping flowers hibernate well

birthday *** comes once a year,
both are feet mismatched and
the embrace fits well--
With ankled earrings.

winter has froze us in.

The grocery crammed survivors
Of comfort --as if it were Black Friday.
Honey ham, French bread, shredded cheese.
Another white out-- a piece of cake.

By the time we climb out of bed
It will be spring, and there's nothing to eat.

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

Caffeine attack

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

wandabitch

Caffeine attack

What the hello!
Columbia coffee------------- makes my head spin
                              Out of              my mind
My stomach sick
My cheeks chewe(d)
Like Ice
been ****** up  up  up
into a Splenda brew
                 Pinched straw
                    my nerves
                       a mess

That's why I don't drink coffee....blast the cold for pushing me to it! Do not understand coffee junkies at all.

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

wanderingrace

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

wandabitch

wanderingrace

exposition of my position
connecting epic art of
scifi legend extraordinare
frank franzetta.

from my back to distant Barsoom
A princess of Mars is my captive muse
to a story of a pale blue dot.

where an archer's bow points
her lady-ship has no censorship
unbiased in crowded eyes.

blinking aeons of information
torching elemental tables
undisguised for public record.

unforgettable this ticking thought of self
Converging lines and tectonic season
Moving over earth with pilgrim miles.

I'm 22 today, and this sums me up perfectly.

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

Mingle With The Light

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

Doni Marmer

Mingle With The Light

Summer sun was gone into nothingness
Bitter orange, sour salt, and hummingbirds
All gone, dissapear into endless loop
My hand shiver after what I thought today is the end of the world

Mosquitos massacare season ended
Flies strikes into all of those dead memories
Cats having *** without blind folded
Dogs barking without any remedies

Sun, where the light goes?
Following the rights of moon to say darkness comes so fast
My seatbelt tucked on what's it called serenity, because
I need to mingle with the light, all of them mass

Lift me up so high
Watch me fly away
Choose me becaus I'm right
And throw me back away, because you don't want me to stay

Let's mingle with the summer light, grieving light, light with thousands of hope

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

Your Feet

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

Pablo Neruda

Your Feet

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your *******,
the doubled purple
of your *******,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

The war

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

The Noose

The war

In my veiny skeletal  hands, is a war
One which I did not start
Just a innocent bystander
Watching my solid foundation turn into powder
Reeled in involuntarily
Siding with one party
Making an enemy of myself to the other party
A war which wasn't mine
A war I was not shielded  from
A war that ended long ago
In my mind the war is still alive
I know not why I carry it with me

Like the scars on the  flesh that covers my carpus
The scars in my mind run deep
They will never fade

In my frail heart therein lies memories
Of a past ought to be forgotten
The memories I cling to
To fuel my hatred
Like pouring diesel into a burning fire
Sustaining this fury that burns inside of me
Lugging resentment like that massive suitcase too big for you to carry

Forever the oversensitive one
These overwhelming emotions are taking over
From here on now rationality  has been lost

This war will be my demise
Bitterness in an incurable sickness

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

Senseless witching hour ramble

Dec 2013 Randy Vera

The Noose

Senseless witching hour ramble

I tried to jot down a poem, no actually I tried to force out one
All I got was a splatter of lame **** lines in the memo bit of my ****** Samsung which has definitely seen better days

Imagine if one were to try to **** a cactus or something resembling one
That's what forcing out
any piece of writing feels like
of course I would not accurately know as I have never **** a cactus before (has anyone ever)

Anyway, I cracked my skull
Trying to get my emotions to that zone where it flows naturally
A good poem is one that stems from the heart

I'm probably talking nonsense right now it's 2:20am, I have red wine running through my veins
I am at this very moment questioning the notion of the existence of a correlation between writing and alcohol consumption
If there is indeed a correlation then in this state of intoxication I should have penned a poem oozing with sheer and utter brilliance, surely

2:40am and I am done rambling.