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Jun 2013 · 824
my love
Richard j Heby Jun 2013
Make me naked by petal, walking by vine
and just a seed, two lip pieces, tulip
then bury me in you i know you’re mine
rushing slowly soil, sunk, blossom tip

give me kiss for color, coming on to
you. On you, no limbs but falling leaf
by leaf, bipedal, standing—but bent, you
blow the dandelion dust, white, belief

is something but lust for a wish to come
true. I have to lay here next to you.
It’s spring already, by trunk gold bees hum,
new roots are sprouting from the wish you blew.

Fold you over, fold me bare and red
then dwindle, unkindle, lay your sleeping head.
Jun 2013 · 879
when you love me
Richard j Heby Jun 2013
It nerves me when you love me ‘cause you don’t.
I’m jealous when you tell me, “Never do
anything I wouldn’t” For then I won’t
ever wish I could not be with you.

I do not know the thing’s you do, but know
the things you say you wouldn’t even try.
If I had friends like you do, then you would go,
though you justify every single guy.

I cannot stand this double standard; love
should be a thing we share – not give. And take
my hand. I reach to fingers of
your giving hand, which gives me fake for sake

of your forsaken mind, which loves not me –
then who? – and does your heart? No – not physically.
Jun 2013 · 762
living dying
Richard j Heby Jun 2013
distraught hands, wrinkle face, cracked out lighter
a fire used for smoking cigs and crack;
a burning which you are the only fighter,
but you like the burn, the empty black

inside your lungs, and organs, void of life,
but you are you, still moving, to – crash,
deteriorate, into roaches rife
with living. You are alive, but as hash-

marked-meat, a vessel for the vultures
yelling as crows, with anger in silence
and calm resentment, held with stiff sutures
like a dead doll, button eyes pulled for pence

or dime. Ordained as evil, you are human
I’m here to hear you cries, as hell is moving.
Jun 2013 · 780
bullshit lines
Richard j Heby Jun 2013
I’d love to give you truthful sentiment.
You’d take it as a ******* line again.
I’d love to lie to you to get my way,
and then reveal (magician-like) intent.
You never thought I’d have the ***** to say
not one thing of “I love you” (or the same),
but I avoid this loving lying when
you don’t believe me – think my words are lame.

You will not share in my false love, but I
can trick the brain, the heart, the lover’s eye;

though I refuse to play this trick on you,
though faking it is something we both do.

Together Lies and Love live in a home,
I doubt that Love’d survive it on his own.
Jun 2013 · 466
The Sea
Richard j Heby Jun 2013
I’d like to idle with you as a rock
but you’re the sea and moving constantly.
One day I asked to sit in quiet: talk,
you didn’t want to think, but crash and be

the ocean (thoughtless filled with life), a wave
(a moment on the shore, or rock away).
I am that rock; you taunt me, and i crave
to be the sand swept up in sea, to sway

in your finicky storm. I’m not a stone,
but the sand I wished to be. Your song
is hazardous, monotonous. A drone
of boats I cannot hear sails on.  

You are the silent siren, of the sea
who breaks all men from stone to sand ennui.
Jun 2013 · 2.1k
fisherman
Richard j Heby Jun 2013
Hello lover boy, why don’t you take a look
at my new digs and help me change my socks?
I love your chest and arms, your rod and hook
it’s summer time, i think i’ll wear flip flops.

You can hook me, have me, and admire
but i’ll be flopping throw me back to swim
among the other fish, though on a whim
you were much fun at least more fun than him –
but cut me loose now darling; snip the wire;
I cannot breathe if we go much higher.

Ah! the splash is cool, familiar, soft
it’s free although, it’s thick and dark. I’m lost.

You cannot be my man, you fisherman,
I’d rather find my way alone again.
Jun 2013 · 5.5k
Boxing
Richard j Heby Jun 2013
I think I have control by now; I know
you want me to instruct you how to love.
I lack the tools for idleness; I go
crazy when you weigh yourself above

me. I know you’re in the rink – I know you are!
It’s just my paranoia’s acting out,
and then I call you twice and go too far,
that’s just a macho, jealous, loving bout.

But still you love my fighting tender thoughts,
and look in our shared corner when you’re scared.
But then the jitters, stomach ties in knots.
No gloves came out each time an old love stared.

I do not care for who you used to love,
keep razor blades tucked in my boxing gloves.
Jun 2013 · 3.8k
The Ballerina
Richard j Heby Jun 2013
I do not want to dance with you if you
are watching all the other people dance.
And though I’m not a dancer, no – it’s true;
don’t think about the tightness of his pants.

I know you want to kiss me, close your eyes
so you can feel the lips, the hips, not see:
this body’s moves and dips are not some guy’s,
but long for you, and all belong to me.

Watch me as you dance, step on my toes
just so I know your dancing thoughts are mine.
The ballerina in your head that shows
you spin with me – I think it needs a wind.

You’re not a wind up toy but love a spin,
take me for one, I’ve won; I want to win.
Jun 2013 · 312
two, too, to
Richard j Heby Jun 2013
i've kept every song along my way to you
i try never to sing the same two. you
do not hear the music
and you don't  listen.
You were just. Too,
When you died

the words
are not mine, but i have them when i sing them to you.

i don't know where this is going to

*END.
May 2013 · 511
musing
Richard j Heby May 2013
My muse must be a jokester or a ****,
who’s starving at my fluffy luscious words.
My musing is so sensitively sick
I doubt my muse has ever talked to birds.

But when my muse is gone they sing to me
and he returns to tell me what they’ve said,
but makes no sense and speaks predictably
of seasons, love, the grief for long-lost dead.

I guess my muse is old and out of touch;
for everything he says is nothing new
and where the secrets are, there aren’t much,
with him i win the hearts of just a few.

I love to blame my muse, though i’ve come short
or quickly come, his unrevised cohort.
May 2013 · 299
where
Richard j Heby May 2013
where are you going, somewhere you don’t care
;and with whom, someone you’ll leave soon?

but you stand still
and i beside you,
hope to keep you
happy.

you cannot be kept,
i spoke and stroked your hair
you left, to a dream
and slept through the ride

we traveled nowhere side by side
May 2013 · 714
chinese finger trap
Richard j Heby May 2013
My baby,
my darling
my Chinese ******* finger trap.

If I pull you too hard you’re going to snap.

if i pull too loose
you’re too abstruse
you’ll come undone,
so will the fun.

You hold me tight,
just when i fight.
so
i’ll let you loose
onto the night

and off you’ll go
an empty tube
i hope the next guy won’t need ****.
a rude and cruel piece of work written for a rude and cruel piece of work
Apr 2013 · 812
a logic
Richard j Heby Apr 2013
i fall for girls from the fall,
mostly ladies with letters of their names
in the middle of the alphabet: elemeno peas.
Feb 2013 · 622
envy
Richard j Heby Feb 2013
Ah, envy
that sits on your shoulders
and wraps itself,
like a scarf, around your neck

until it steals some magic
from moses’ staff
and whispers(as
eden's serpent)

“eat from that tree.”
Richard j Heby Feb 2013
Had I held this flower long enough to love
it, it
would have wilted,
dried, and died
by now
,

I                      sometimes see
it
breathing                                               in the garden,
flourishing

so
                                                                in the garden
I                      will leave
it.
Richard j Heby Feb 2013
I’m starting to like you so
I’ll go fulfill my self with other girls so
when I really like you I’ll convince myself not to fall for you and
that won’t work,
because it never works,

and when i fall i’ll try to grab onto something, no
i won’t.
it will not be in a place or pit.

the falling is a somewhat pleasing surprise into dreaming,
but your fragility awakens me.

Still
, I enjoyed that fearful falling.
i'd love suggestions or advice on this one
Feb 2013 · 289
me or me with you
Richard j Heby Feb 2013
You cannot know me
but, lovely,
i will tell you all about
me with you.
Feb 2013 · 288
just as anyone
Richard j Heby Feb 2013
Just as any one could,
I’d like to show you the sunset.
Jan 2013 · 464
a schedule
Richard j Heby Jan 2013
Tomorrow you will be my lover.
Tuesday I will love you.
Wednesday you will love me.
Thursday I will not love you.
Friday you will know.
Saturday you will leave me.
Sunday you will love me.
Monday I will love you.
Dec 2012 · 1.2k
blush
Richard j Heby Dec 2012
When nothing else
                                                inside you
matters except
                          getting him

that’s passion in a bub-
ble:lust. blushed.
And all he wants to do is bust
a bubble.,;                                                  ******­
Dec 2012 · 643
the clouds were welling too
Richard j Heby Dec 2012
little angels
take these falling tears
as your last time
on earth, children
– our tears, darlings
are filled with you. now
you are not
earth children.
our eyes, sweet innocents,
fill up like yours did. before
god came to carry you away
to his home in the clouds’ cradle,
the clouds were welling too.

i wish the world could take this burden of blood
and fear, sweat,
and tears
from you, frightened little ones.
but we cannot.
and that river that we and clouds make
is now your home.
for the innocent victims of the Newton shooting
Dec 2012 · 444
Ways I Like to Spend Money
Richard j Heby Dec 2012
“Hello,
I would like some poison
portioned over the night. Yes,
I would also like to stand somewhere
like a subway car, but darker and louder.
100 bucks? Wonderful,
will that also help me feel like **** tomorrow?
Great.”

“Hi, yes –
please cut into my face
for no apparent reason.
Yes, pull out my tooth
to quell an inconvenience.
Substitute it with a worse inconvenience,
and bill me $1000.”
just angry that the dentist didn't do much and charged me a preposterous price, ******* *******
Dec 2012 · 534
beasting
Richard j Heby Dec 2012
Apathy untangled
with a disgu sting sticking to my
mouth(
probably from the alcohol)stinging my throat
which wants to sing, and no no no no I won’t
punctuate, fluctuate, or be
bee be-
cause i’ve already been
stung, wrung, and hung
and I’m still not dry.
Nov 2012 · 713
butterfly eyes
Richard j Heby Nov 2012
Oh jeez, is pleasing
I
could ski down those slopes yo-
u
call eyelashes. Stuttering with my e-
y-
es. As your butterfly eyes, fluttering my
o-
h, my. I’ve never caught a butterfly, but
o!
once one landed on my hand, and
I
guess it's about timing
&
once & placement.
Nov 2012 · 829
so much depends
Richard j Heby Nov 2012
so lunch depends
upon

a red-winged black-
bird

glazed with strained
honey

beside
some nice pickles.
a tribute to WCW's Red Wheelbarrow
Nov 2012 · 419
my hands
Richard j Heby Nov 2012
my ******* hands
are attached to
restless wrists wresting
control
of this keyboard.

I’ve got to put something down
and I don’t want my fingertips to stop dancing on the keys.

My hands move faster than my mind can think
today. Today,
I am a writer. Yesterday I was a poet
and my hands could not keep up with my words
which could not keep up with my thoughts –
thoughts (n): dreams computed by the mind.
Nov 2012 · 425
√−1
Richard j Heby Nov 2012
i am strange, i
am not real.

i
am complex, simple.
i

am
important,

interesting,
unexpected,

and (
next to nothing
) the most

significant unit in the world

i!
is something poetic,
and especially not.


i am one – no
i am the root of one,
negative one.
Richard j Heby Nov 2012
Could thou, sweet flower, grow in any garden
besides that closest to mine, just past the fence
that bounds my lush, ever-growing heart? And
weak shrubs cannot veil you, for lucid scents

prevent and taunt my tangled garden, green
and always lacking. At times I descry
those delicate petals kissed with color
and wonder – and wonder what could have been
had I not left your strong seeds out to dry,
had I overcome two stigmas' azure.

Regret is such a reoccurring dream.
I would soon whack redwoods and evergreens
that overflow my empty flower bed
and plant my cherished flower there instead.
farewell to loves that could have been
Nov 2012 · 795
in a blazer pocket
Richard j Heby Nov 2012
I don’t have time to care;
it’s too early in the morning to open my eyes
and be someone worth judging.

Sleepwalking with an intention
is a way to escape reality
in a pocket of reality,
a way to bundle up
and only show a little
white triangle in a blazer pocket.
Oct 2012 · 510
used to it.
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
i meant to apologize
but before i could
you didn’t care

you're used to it
that *****
i don’t

want to
lose you
or let you loose to it

but how else
can i
not lose you?
Oct 2012 · 884
why i'm not calling you
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
I know it’s true
because I know
it’s true
for me and so
I know it’s true for you.

We want what we can’t have,
inversely:
we don’t want what we can.
So, I will ignore you
(and myself)
for tonight;

I will make new friends.

Ah, what a refreshing ****
I am! Nice, lying is sick
but lying to myself
is good and for my health.
Oct 2012 · 625
oh my, I
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
Oh my,
I
could hold you

Safe
in heavy arms,
against my strong
chest pressed with aroma;

and there you could press gentle lips,
show me weakness
and strength
in myself.

Oh my
what I
would trade to hold you
would never let me hold you as I can.
Oct 2012 · 739
work in the garage
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
The disparity of happiness
between blue collared men with
No
leftovers
from lunch (or anywhere else)
& the mixed up, excessive-
Lyelling (who are so close to anger
That the shaking sycophantic splattered bursts live in my mind's eye)

is ******.
I'd rather drive a truck.
Oct 2012 · 1.6k
Fuck (a sonnet)
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
The ******* ******* ******-up ***** are ******,
and everyone’s a ****** too, and ****
you too, you ******, **** your face and tucked
away soft ******-up secrets – **** good luck
and **** the greedy; **** more than we need.
Either you **** them, or they ******* – it’s just
we’re all ****** with ******-up intentions, greed,
******* smirks, fuckloads of ******* (******* lust),
and all seven ******* sin ******* us
more – so we give zero ***** about good
or bad but how and who we should **** less
and who the **** we can throw under the bus –
i.e. who we can ****. *******, why should
we give a **** if life is ****** to death?
a rant, comments appreciated
Oct 2012 · 388
i don't care about you
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
I write this to show you
I don’t care
about you
at all.
Oct 2012 · 672
somehow surprising as a guy
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
i want head rubs
more than head
Oct 2012 · 753
a fucking ruckus
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
I want something
burning. teeth
        \/\/
give me sharp teeth.

make me a *******
panther. lying
is the only way
to say how you feel.

give me a punch
goddamit,
so i can punch you back
with my ******* forehead.
give me something that smashes.

give me drums baby,
electric guitar.
give me blue, the color and the sound.

give me calm
only
after i make

a ******* ruckus.
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
A ring
welcoming
the smell of fresh coffee.
Intimate conversation

is white noise
to the melody in the mundane
coffee order of his familiar voice
that captures mine.

Although I’m earnest while saying hello,
her grin holds a thousand secrets;
the few words I manage seem small,
but she continues to collect them for her tip jar.

Hidden in line, he's disguised his affection.
She awaits his arrival, his orders; they share
silence. An unfilled cup and connection
swept away, unnamed, a new cross to bare.
Oct 2012 · 391
easy to kiss
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
you know,
i think you
‘re
probably pretty

easy to kiss –
i mean that
it’s effortless,
something
we both

just do. me

and

you are mine

and also yours. are the bees
having trouble
kissing the flowers?
no,
that is what i mean by easy.
Oct 2012 · 451
a dream of you
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
Last night I saw you
but I was asleep.
You were blushing,
rosy-cheeked and almost mine.

You looked like liquid,
but were pointed
and everything came back to your eyes,
which I know well

although
i do not know
the color of them.

I wanted you
but you were liquid
and pointed
and I could not have you.
Oct 2012 · 479
staring at the sidewalk
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
all my friends, goodbye
i am not going, but
staying here, and why
must you go so fast, what
are you looking for
on the sidewalk:
something, or
so it seems as you walk – talk
to me while you run
away – be gone
and your voice will fade to one
sound of every drone

staring at the sidewalk not
smiling, working, naught.
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
bless me with soft hands
pressed to impress lasting warmth
not just on my skin
Oct 2012 · 533
and neither should be art
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
boom!

volcano,

i do not trust gold
that is hard to sift through –

**and neither should be art.
Oct 2012 · 353
Untitled
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
i love you because
you don’t mind if i have all of you,
always,
and are always ready,
and don’t mind being spread thin
e.g. on ritz.
Oct 2012 · 423
the problem with girls
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
the problem with girls
with smart
         phones
is they don't know how to use them --
that's just wishful thinking
from a guy
who wonders
why you'd give me your number if you aren't going to text me back,

maybe the same reason
that I take her number with no intention
to ever call.
Oct 2012 · 588
Romance (a sonnet)
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
Of withered petals just and nearly red
which falling from my hairy hands to bed –
these flower pieces can’t make up a whole
but soon enthrall your drunk and curious head,
and puff as fervent, brisk i lay you down;
upon the busy spread soft, scattered soles
of four (some sockless) feet, one evening gown,
and fresh-laid drying petals bounce around.

It seems your innocence that this night stole
but ****** ties were freed as we were wed
the Stolen are the flowers from the ground
now serving us as petals in a bowl.

Our Romance culminates in quickly dying,
you, sitting on the now-red petals, crying.
I would appreciate any feedback on this poem. The words I have in bold are those that I believe need work. The first one because I believe there can be something better than and, the second because i want to imply something ******, but quiver is not quite right and dance doesn't really make sense, the last because I believe (partly) there is too much sappiness involved in this couple being wed.

Also, I am looking for a word that can mean both, "cut" and "tie" or "tie" and "untie," as I am looking to imply that her virginity was freed when she was married, but they each assume a sort of piety, or virginity in the sanctity of  marriage which is somewhat chaste – compared to unmarried ***. I guess the word I am looking to replace is "freed" or even to change the metaphor of tied virginity.
Sep 2012 · 448
if i were an artist
Richard j Heby Sep 2012
If i were an artist – and most importantly everyone knew it –
I would paint ****,
sculpt dung,
write crap
and see the masses awe in it.
Sep 2012 · 1.3k
Knowledge and Sin (HaikSon)
Richard j Heby Sep 2012
All unattainable
love is unconscionably
empty, while it's full

of "complimentary"
compliments and praise lacking
features resembling

features; they are signs,
which haven't been named or seen,
and make us human

only by grotesque
standards of knowledge and sin
(which grow conflated).

If morality is skewed then the root
is knowledge: the unavoidable fruit.
Sep 2012 · 1.9k
The Camel (7/3)
Richard j Heby Sep 2012
the camel doesn't see his back*

Each man lacks knowledge of himself
for his eyes point only outward,
but how unfortunate it is
for he believes himself, his eyes
which tell fated lies like the sea –
whereon I pressed my ear and heard,
"I am the sand, that I must be."

The sea can never see itself,
and nor does the drunk man who claims –
"there's no way that I **** myself."
Richard j Heby Sep 2012
it could not be sin
to love the beautiful on
earth – but these women,

spontaneous spawn
sprung of wonderful flowers,
make me double take

and heed to powers
beyond strength for curious sake –
when i look again

i ask, why nature
is teasing slow-moving men
with a halting cure

to hopeless ails of seeing kind
with flowers walking through my mind
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