#disharmony
I live in an optimistic room.
A facade of shaped mirrors.
A shell that lingers, marked with scarred runes.
A hell where a demon lies
dreaming in his tomb.
Ambling about an amiss womb of ignorance
my nature is twisted.
I resisted a restless pessimist who has insisted
I entered into a house of horrors!
Where hubris is heavenly
and pain is pleasure.
Guilt is a given
and treachery means treasure.
My sins surround me.
Too slothful to even pluck the fruit
my gluttonous hunger devours
an empty hand.
In this way, pride and lust also follow suit.
My avarice is of envious repute,
but of the things I envy
I cannot refute.
One last forgotten folly.
An abandoned demand.
A deep,
abysmal
pit
is the seat of my soul.
Fiery wrath
now frigid.
Instead of a furnace
an empty
hole.
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
Stop
Falling backwards
I wanna spend my love on you
got me doing all the things I do
investing time and faith in you
you gotta do, what you gotta do
holding down listless commentary
sifting through every memory of us
building up, holding my breath
just to take a moment of you in
Stop
falling backwards
take us to the here and now
momentum breaking down
I wanna spend my love on you
distilled dreams caught me thinking
untold sights and sounds, dancing around in the clouds
questioning this way we livin'
Stop
falling backwards
If I could surmise us a plan
That wouldn't take much to bring us out of, it..
complacent, adjacent
but never close enough, to you
Oh, you..
Stop
Falling backwards
But I know where I wanna spend my time
and all I wanna do, all I want..
I wanna spend my love on you
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 7:34 PM UTC
These are not ***** words,
Accord
Concord
Detente
Engage
These are European words.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
The gray arch stayed, broken
It could not survive the fall
Now it's here; in ruin
If only I could've saved it.
I've seen this arch a thousand times
Been here before I was born
Civilization loved the arch
But now, they're gone.
I did not know where they went
I hope it was somewhere nice.
Wildflowers grew near the arch
Yellow, orange and green
I picked them up; then dropped them
Now's not the time for flowers, I thought
Then walked away.
The fall was devastating
I did not know what happened, but
Destruction lay in its wake.
And desolation was born.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
Run the bow across the strings,
and play a tune.
Play my soundtrack.
Play it soft yet sharp
and wrenching.
Play it in the background.
Let the notes run in conflict,
depict agitation and foster
an increasing sense of foreboding.
Because I lay still this night
in perfect disharmony.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
Five of us sit together
Four are boys
Three are gamers
Two are sick
One is me
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
A chair in the corner sits huddled with the shadows,
while a second chair lowers itself by the door.
A window between the chairs hangs silently on wall,
as the curtains whisper with the wind outside.
Towards the left of the window is a shrunken bed,
with bedposts like redwoods and the body of a willow.
On the bed is a bundle of fabrics and tweed,
twisting and spinning amongst eachother.
Joining the first chair is a spindly wooden table,
with wobbly fingers and with only three legs.
The top of the table is clustered with trinkets,
pinecones from Alaska and feathers from Pompeii.
Littering the floor are denims and glass,
clothing and pieces of vases strewn under the door.
Thrown under the second chair is a pair of old shoes,
weathered and worn and left to die.
On the walls with the window is doodles and sheets,
drawings of childhood tapped in the space.
Paintings on the plaster are dusted with flakes,
burdens of memories of past and future.
In the center of the room stands a coat stand of mahogany,
standing tall and strong in the ruins of its lost kingdom.
Unaware of what goes on outside of his window,
all he knows is the dust and objects trapped with him in the room.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
Before, I wrote of Masks.
Mutilated stories of written flesh.
A carnal retelling of misfortune,
In the pages I wore upon my face.
Now, I am just another Mask.
A solo sonnet amongst scoreless faces
Beyond them, a broken boy
Hostage to disharmony.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
*There is no darker side of the room
There is no air left in to breathe
There is no light, there is no sound
When left alone with such feeling as these
Because
When one person feels
But the other doesn't
There is only darkness
Back to back
And the silence therein in between*
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
"The worst things:
To lie in bed and sleep not.
To want for one who comes not.
To try to please and please not."
-- Egyptian Proverb
It fades in and fades out
The meandering song of despair.
Fading what once caused
The frequencies to harmonize.
Random patterns desperately
Random.
Her moods weave in counter
To my intense focus in the refrain.
Our symbiotic gazing across the room
At the rhythmic blue light Illuminating
Denials elusive fingertip touch
Fading into yet another impossible dream.
The notes are still laid out on
The well-weathered pages.
The movements still moving gracefully
On a near anti-climactic stage.
All that is needed are the instruments
And patrons of means to employ
A symphony suffering long
On a soulless listless frequency band
Made only to vibrate complete
But is now caught in this jumbled loop
In a now out- of- sync universe.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
Of the unaware dreamers,
Hearts are held breathless
In mid air, shunted in light
Below lips that lie a bed,
Hairs stand on ends break
Drowning with eyes shut,
The flesh that burns cold
Knows only heats of mind
And dreams smothering,
Like so few words alive.
In the love room blankets
Reveal dark in coverings,
The fingers tally bone dry,
Touch, chafed and strafed
Like nails sanded and cut,
Two hearts so long gone,
Untethered, playing foul,
Both agreeing in isolation
That death has two smiles
Frowned, in the love room.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC
.
Of the unaware dreamers,
Hearts are held breathless
In mid air, shunted in light
Below lips that lie a bed,
Hairs stand on ends break
Drowning with eyes shut,
The flesh that burns cold
Knows only heats of mind
And dreams smothering,
Like so few words alive.
In the love room blankets
Reveal dark in coverings,
The fingers tally bone dry,
Touch, chafed and strafed
Like nails sanded and cut,
Two hearts so long gone,
Untethered, playing foul,
Both agreeing in isolation
That death has two smiles
Frowned, in the love room.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
A Schism
is only insurmountable
as an illusory obstacle
within those who are,
in and of themselves,
already fractured.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
Of the unaware dreamers,
Hearts are held breathless
In mid air, shunted in light
Below lips that lie a bed,
Hairs stand on ends break
Drowning with eyes shut,
The flesh that burns cold
Knows only heats of mind
And dreams smothering,
Like so few words alive.
In the love room blankets
Reveal dark in coverings,
The fingers tally bone dry,
Touch, chafed and strafed
Like nails sanded and cut,
Two hearts so long gone,
Untethered, playing foul,
Both agreeing in isolation
That death has two smiles
Frowned, in the love room.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
When the mind is in conflict
Nothing pleases the heart
Every resonance creates disharmony
Echoed from the sharpest edges
The conflict is amplified in the soul
Not aligned with the universe
Conflict of the mind takes over
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
*Conquer the disharmony
That creates ripples on
The veneer of silence
From the depths
Powerful chants resonate
This world within
An inspiration to quell
The disturbances
Savor the silence
And feeling of nothingness
You have emptied yourself
Of all the disharmony
Now, only powerful silence
And you are one
With the cosmic harmony*
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
you were a reckless tearaway arriving
to take the heat with a debt reckoning
in Sunday skies marked for duckbill clips
of dark filled entries on its balance sheet
a challenging force I felt I had to account for
a raincheck that I wanted to cash in on
before the heavens opened and blew me away
knocking at my door for a riot of rebellious
adult licence needed
love to be let in
you agree we meet outside in the gathering storm
for there's a multitude of conflicts to be resolved
stark contradictions and that's what excites
with you there's upsetting imbalance involved
upending equilibrium with blunt direct questions
and reactions like a Luddite with the mind of a librarian
so that I never quite know where you're coming from
but know the answer is next
written bold on the sheet
which has your signature on
I predict with a scrawl
but that you think
is kinda neat
"throw me every strain of emotion you can pick up"
and you do and your wake never lets me down
propelling a wet film wind machine
should I withstand its crazed delivery?
those sheets of rain that blew in
off the bay
you always try
your best to tear
across
I feel them shooing the air
into my lungs
winding up branches faster and faster
like a toy plane rubber band
dancing in my hair
this way then your way
until it stood on end
scared
to not go on and on
the way of so many plucking ideas
drawn from the spoils
of let's-play-chicken arts
found on the tables of tattoo parlours
when the shades roll down
and pages flick quickly as dices roll out
extremes in exfoliating salon sport
close shaving loose leaves off every hairpin bend
and scratching the bald patch
ever more bold
as if you liked transplanting bulbs
follicles in deep crimson beds
of eye poppy temperatures gone wavering
impossible to ignore in a flash of eye shadow
from a bouncy bobbing weaving
pony tale conductor
keen to take on electric vaults
showing me a pair of high heels
whatever
I ****** at your scurrying reins
my grasp like a wind slipping
through a shake of tussled vanes
black curls of wild abandon
whipped up into a shift dress
in shades of grey flight
centred in misplaced miss red
lipstick outline worn to a fade
over the top of the roots
rushes **** the breeze with pollination
as full on as a full Brazilian headdress
collected from a gazillion dipping flowers
a rainbow opening to shower off
it's end in privacy
high pitched screens
little cover in those shorts of ours
from a summertime blanket of rain
which you turned up to cloud my thighs
always thrown over and folding your way
ace-of-spade cards played torn
and ragged with bare laced love
thrown down with on-the-river sneers
cornered with those winking semi-colon smiles
open ended to point out the end will be fun
but I get your gusting gist in the mean time
determined to wheedle the worst in me out
which looking up is on its way now
and when the lightning will stop dancing
is a rough reckoning I'm not ready to say
but in the eye of this exciting storm
it's clear
not tissues not anything
need wipe these slate skies clean
from our trail blaze
my tearaway
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC