#pane
Step through the clouded mist
Reflect upon the silver pane
Assist and improve to renew
the lesser side of you
As the body regenerates
in kind so can the mind
Rectify verbal constructs
There's still time to grow
in matching your actions
Stretch between your
panic and comfort zones
Observe parity with clarity
Lessons in self awareness are key
as you can't always be told what to be
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
The way the rain splatters
against the windows of the car
as it drifts through the city.
Each droplet looks like a tear
as it streaks its way across the pane.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
Before,
I did not know what it was to be weary.
I felt the distress of a flower in bloom.
And somehow,
I was flower that knew
I was doomed to die.
And stricken with such a weight,
I compressed myself behind a pane of glass,
And became brittle as I prolonged the death of my purity.
Flat, dry, and faded, but I still hold my shape,
Under the pressure of the glass pane.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
by da lane
see thru da pane
far away dey seem
yet illuminate my dream
to da high lands I elope
to a dream of hope
in the pines I wander
in all da wonder
ain't a feign aint a smile
n few jive from a mile
few make it obvious
look thy incredulous
its all my pain
by da lane
see through da pane
---the egotist
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 7:36 AM UTC
The searing pain inside my brain
makes me want to right out a poem.
She moved in so close I could
feel the electricity there within .
The words would fail me
like a lovers lament will do .
The kisses were as crispy
as the laptop from which they flew .
And everyone knew you were
looking through the bay window
of your time .
The paperboy delivered
much more than my morning news .
And Cathy moved to New Orleans
with Danny as it was
her will to choose .
And the nighthawks few in the lights
it was a sight to see .
Ken kept slinging beers
while he dreamed of dreams
that would never be .
Still I see it all in the window of my pane .
I sometimes dream of Judy
and the reasons we could never be .
There's a Red Mountain resting underneath
the apartment holding me .
It was up hill , downhill ,
and it was unreasonable
so it seemed .
Anytime you had complaints
they would surely scream .
I see it all now through
the windowpain
of my mind .
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
Glance in,
peer out
Not even sufficient for a thought
to be worked out
another day, another damage
Acrylic may as well be water color
for all the gravity held
the mark, made by stroke
good intentions turned poor attempts
Corneas, retinas, pupils
eyes referred to as windows to the soul
while the body isn't treated
like a temple
not just anyone can attend mass
Stained glass into a ruined mirror
stared at
as unhinging as
seen through
if only the reflection
left the pane
to the window
Memories past
displayed in a museum
populace none
a b r o k e n exhibit,
for blinded eyes
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
People moving in
With their suitcases on board
Standing everywhere
Fumbling to their seats.
"MAY I SEE YOUR BOARDING PASS?"
Yes please.
Plane flies on the runaway
Diving into the clouds
Into a puff of wind
and smoke.
We fly.
I sat unmoved
For the rest of 16 hours.
I thought I had been fossilized.
Hardened.
But I saw it flying
Us flying to mi casa
Time is rolling backwards
My lips tugging backwards
No more jetlagging.
I held on to a light of a hope
with a lopsided grin.
Perhaps,
It's time to say hello
To the land long forgotten
The land with cozy saturday mornings
Where we have dinner at 7pm, not 9.
The land that I long to be in
Where I had been long gone
is 60 minutes apart.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC