#dearth
She's there on the fringe
of so many things
glimpses of brilliance alight
eyes smiling and coy
teasing this boy
with rhymes and lines
poems with satire, that bite
words easy to bind
each, every time
without her, I'm here
and
in blight....
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 11:04 AM UTC
I am a mist in the midst of my flesh
I love my living stone of insoluble rocks
My leather bag of skin and few strands you can pull.
I am a mystery. I am a King and a Slave
A paranoid prophet and a one eyed over seer.
I roam with ghosts at night and frolick with ladies during the day time I am a Man
At night I am a God.
All who see me can't deny me...
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 6:45 AM UTC
Under your bone is life
Under your life is death
Under your death is birth
Under your birth is skin
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
I've no lack of material
it's settling on a spew
wind and twist down corridors
may-hap, more than one
or two
A train that leaves the station
terminus unsound, unset
bad choice of destination
paint will not dry
not yet
Rumbling the rails
rhythm changes, and adapts
fearing poetic fail
past the broken lines
and traps
So it'll go, unwritten
words through cracks and gaps
once shy, and twice bitten
it all adds up
too crap
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
Like a swan on dark lagoons,
she was flawless.
Gathering her steps between
the undulation
that clawed endlessly at the shores.
Still she whispered her impressions,
silhouettes that degraded
every movement.
Blinding everything that gathered
at the shores.
Feeding the polluted grandeur,
that feed the embankment of sustenance.
She had the elegance of death,
captivating all within her
distorted softness..
And they all slept on the edge of
her sanity feeding the ripples that
washed over all that watched
her tainted perfection
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
Show me your five closest friends and I will tell you, your past,
They hang like stiches to cover what life has taken from you,
You were born with eyes rotating 180’
Then the death started to walk on your back demons hunting you,
So you evolved upright, 90’ no look back.
We make friends based on what we need or what we have lost.
Show me your friends, show me your scars,
Now look at my friends, can’t you see I’m in pain.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Life is just a grain falling
to an inevitable conclusion.
That is, every tide comes in and
drowns it.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
Poetry died today
words and rhymes, dried up
no one saw it coming
not a full, or empty cup
I stand here, at the headstone
the chiseled and etched designs
as no longer any purchase
crude, rude, or ill defined
The planes and trains no longer run
no autos on the road and street
humanity, burned up, and done
art ending, in defeat
Fare thee well, Lord Tennyson
greener pastures , Ms Dickerson
it wasn't the fault of anyone
so much as it was, of everyone
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
This tributary
Happy accident
Shyness
Flagrance
Deeply inspected
This notorious
Dearth, designed my life
So why
Not write
Why not paint pictures?
The donor with the ink
The spread recipient
Left and stayed
The ink that he left fades
The fade that he left stains
She made the mistake of
Looking for love as an anchor
Two lovers' worth or lack alike
Fabricate their draft designs
I'm incomplete, a mess
Two lovers' worth or lack alike
Fabricate their draft designs
A complete mess
Best if I reverse design
and I publicize
notorious dearth as proper opulence
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC