I'm barely at home
There's my wooden furniture
These my plates of chrome
A fridge full of nourishment
My marble dome
But I'm barely at home
I've barely a hearth
This a room of my choosing
That there my land on earth
My book shelf for musing
Amenities for mirth
But barely a hearth
I don't have any place to feel at home... Freestyle written in 6 minutes.
there is a moth that resides on my bedside table
inside the warm lamp like a womb
like an endearing cozy hand
reaching for your face in the middle of a frozen hysteria
he rises from his bed of light every night
a bottom floor full of mirth and fuzz
ready to relay the songs of his memories
slow dancing in the small space of my room like he's memorized where the floor slants and what parts creak
his mouth moves in a jagged frenzy and I am devoured inside the falsetto of a pregnant hum so constant my breathing loops in significant O's
he waits for my eyes to close so that his wings open up
moving the dust to gather itself and move to another part of the house
the fluttering in sync with the wavering of the hypnotic sound waves
the antennae sighing along with the mist outside slowly forming on the windowsill
my head becomes a hot sun and as the beads of sweat trickle he moves closer until he reaches with spindly legs
drying the perspiration from my forehead with a tongue that shushes me to sleep until I am still in a cocoon of silk
telling me that want and need are always the same things
always the same things
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Be gentle with me.
Like wind sway a herbs.
Care about me.
Like rain is care about Earth.
Do not judge me.
Like a God accept everyone.
In trouble don't leave me.
Help me and give me your hand.
Like mother love own child.
Like I trying to understand you.
Don't leave me.
Come meet me.
Don't chase me away.
Be careful with my fragile heart.
Closing the book
wherein I laid
I rest the tireless pen
atop the aged leather.
The fire, still roaring,
Looked more alluring.
I nestled by the warmth
of the charred hearth
The flames crept slowly out
to embrace my body
taking me in.
Fuel for the fire
I give myself
to the pyre.
We remain inside an empty hearth
as ashes from a fire long forgotten.
They blocked the chimney so no wind can get in,
we remain undisturbed and wondering,
if tomorrow could prove its worth.
Then maybe we would have died for something.
We won't take the long way 'round
The mountain high, singing in the sky
I'll dance and shake my cares away
And plow right through with all the grace
Of a rhino on the savanna
So look above, and look below
Don't worry what it is you know
The snow is piling up outside
So take a shovel, leave your pride
Get outside, start shoveling
The fire's got me on the mend
If only it could lend me a friend
A single spark would do me good
But I think the fire will sit
And keep on muttering
Now I find the day is at an end
My wishes haven't been fulfilled
But it's okay, I'll sleep for now
And wake up in the morning loud
Wishing, always wishing
LOWER THE SAILS!
It's time! It's TIME,
We leave for the day!
So long, Tortuga!
We'll be back, in a while.
But for now, its the sea,
For my crew and I.
The sun is setting,
We'll follow the stars.
Breaking from our bars.
The warmth that we have,
Our ship, our Family.
The 'Arabella' sails out,
To the Hearth of the sea.
This is kinda a poem... from a book... that doesn't exist?
Hear the asynchronous pulsation,
Clicks of eyelids, toggling,
And the beating of a heart:
A Life, in thick layers of rhythms,
Coating a stubborn core.
Watch the white curtain of the mansion,
Behind windows, dancing,
And the fire in the hearth:
A Life, in thick layers of stones,
Glowing it out with warmth.
Written in August 2017.