#sights
A heart beats,
Inside, a stone sinks,
On the surface the hue of heat
Rises and falls to the beat of your feet.
The sight of you like a stick to a drum
Jolts my spirits from toe to thumb
As I run to the pen
To exorcise the spell.
Purposely, I break the tip
And cast myself into your grip
I'd curl to you like a stray
Til every day
My defenses melt away
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 4:19 AM UTC
Paris is so beautiful, that it’s emotional,
like the red tile roofs of Rome,
or the Kenroku-en gardens of Japan.
It’s a relatively large world.
Whenever you can fly over an ocean
you feel limitless, and godly,
like the world is there for you, on demand.
Speaking of God-like views, I’m headed
to Lisa’s (parents) Manhattan highrise again
this year for Thanksgiving—six, very-long days
from today—and I have to wait—but I can’t wait.
I’m starting to stuff things into my bag, like a turkey.
There are so many holiday things to do in Manhattan.
Things that invariably whip you up for a sparkly Christmas.
But these are only commercial attractions—planned distractions.
One frosty November-break morning, two years ago,
a tide of clouds had rolled in, like a trillion tons of cotton
candy had been dumped on New York city, overnight,
filling it up to the 42nd floor. It glistened there, below us,
in the klieg-bright sun, like Tiffany diamonds on cotton.
So, imagine that, then add a flock of geese, in military-like
v-formation flying just at the crest of the glitter, like dolphins
hopping in and out of the waves, as they passed above the
insignificant works of man. It took my breath away.
So, naturally I grabbed for my fancy phone with its super-duper,
high-res camera. The snaps did the glorious scene poor justice—
the majestic, wild geese came out as dots on glare.
I’m watching things carefully this year, not just the multicolor, cachet, window displays on Fifth Avenue and the decorations at the Chelsea Market (where Oreos were invented). I’m going to capture this year
—every intense, emotional second—with that most unreliable, 3D
gadget of all—Memory.
.
.
A song for this:
Holiday Road by Lindsey Buckingham
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 11:45 AM UTC
I stretch my eyes because i can't close my ears
i stretch them so no tears fall out
if i could close my ears like i could close my eyes
i would do it any second
because words and sounds hurt more then sights,
you'll remember things you hear more then the things you see.
I stretch my eyes hoping i stretch enough so i can get to my ears,
I stretch and stretch until my eyes fall down.
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 10:23 PM UTC
snow is pretty.
why?
because
it falls from the sky
and pause
when it lies on the ground
i get drowned
in the endless white
where the light
ceased to exist
Aug 25, 2024
Aug 25, 2024 at 7:42 AM UTC
The Eiffel Tower stabbed at a midnight
as blue as an old Muddy Waters track.
From a distance, its lace-iron skeleton
looked like a slick and oily spider-web
crowned with a glittering neon diamond.
(My Grandmère's home is across the street from it).
“Do you want to go climb it?” I’d asked Peter (my bf).
“Naah,” he’d replied, “too crowded - what’s next?”
We’ve been tourist-ing all of the big Paris sights.
As we night cruised the Seine, the rivière looked dark
and perilous - a phthalo-green snake slithering north
westerly at six times the speed of the Nile.
We took a guided tour of the Louvre - it’s a crowded
fortress and you can’t see the Mona Lisa up close.
We day-toured the palace at Versailles, with its ghosts
of past grandeurs and revolutionary, royal beheadings.
The Arc de Triomphe is just an unsafe round-about.
As we Uber’d around it, I turned to Peter saying,
“Joke time: What’s more dangerous:
a shark or an American driver in a Paris traffic circle?”
Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 12:03 PM UTC
*
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*I am lost in the haze of memories of us as one
My eyes gaze the horizon as the sky and sea kiss
I haven't gotten how we smiled with the sun
and cried with the rain
How our secrets of the heart were held by dandelions
and each seed took to the sky, so free.
I have yet to truly resign myself to the thought of you being gone
For every embrace was and still is sacred to me
The sunset bathes in the sea, leaving orange ripples
How I wish I could've used the light to banish your darkness
To take the shade into a stone and skip it on the seas
And we can embrace the songs of nature as we laugh
and ride away, our turbulence forgotten
I envision the facets of faces of people I knew and know
Watching me as they bob on boats
But the wind brushes away the mirage and I am before the horizon
once more
As I hope that wherever you are,
That you see the same sun, same stars and skies
that I do
from this parapet*
~
*
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
Bird flies over hills
Wait for me around my mind
Grass grows without fear
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 1:59 PM UTC
Blade of Heaven's rain
Misfortune has left its mark
Dew sings songs of grief
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC
Summer nature song
Sweet chorus and cry from far
Birds flies with freedom
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 5:22 AM UTC
Do not shun your aspirations
Must have sights set high
Hold a chance at succeeding
Your unwavering dream can fly
Wonder hard
Ponder long
Believe in imagination
Is there limit to what you can achieve?
Pursue your hearts creation
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:54 AM UTC
(Dedicated to my Father, who was totally paralyzed
for 7 years before he died.)
I awake in the early morning darkness
Frozen, motionless, immobilized.
My eyes straining to see into the black void
Looking for any sign of my keepers
Listening for any kind of movement
Phantom images dart around me slowly at first,
Then multiple images spring from every direction
My heart racing, my breathing rapid and shallow,
Byproducts of fear and imagination
Running amok in the dark
My eyes focus on tiny lights incessantly blinking,
Reassuring my heart as the phantoms vanish
My ears register the intermittent beeps
And steady, determined droning
Of contraptions that populate my space,
Their sole purpose to prevent the outcome I crave
My nose catches whiffs of iodoform odor,
Penetrating, pungent, overpowering my sense of smell.
A cruel replacement for what once was
A weekly parade of fragrant flowers
That excited what few senses remain
The brightly colored blossoms
The sweet, fragrant smells
The delightful sizes and shapes
But the beautiful flowers have withered,
As concern for my plight has waned
I watch as the determined, dynamic sun
Deliberately dilutes the darkness,
Revealing the magical birth of a new day.
Is that delightful birdsong I hear?
The beeping and droning are maddening,
But I know there’s birdsong outside my window
I can’t wait until the moment arrives!
As if on cue my keeper appears
Busily going about her assigned tasks
My eyes following her every move
“And how are you doing today?” she asks,
Staring at me as if I could answer.
But I lie frozen, motionless, immobilized
In my mind I replay my daily reply:
"My existence is a never-ending cycle of
Penetrating. . . pungent. . . whiffs
Beep. . . blink. . . drone. . . beep
Blink. . . drone. . . beep, . . . blink
Drone. . . beep. . . blink. . . drone
Penetrating. . . pungent. . . whiffs
Dawn. . . daylight. . . twilight. . . night
Daylight. . . twilight. . . night. . . dawn
Twilight. . . night. . . dawn. . . daylight
Night. . . dawn. . . daylight. . .twilight
Penetrating. . . pungent. . . whiffs
Each boring minute an hour.
Each hateful hour a day.
Each wretched day a year.
Each torturous year a lifetime.
Ad nauseum. . .ad infinitum. . .ad mortem?"
Offering no response to my unspoken thoughts,
My keeper dutifully takes my vital signs,
Temperature, pulse, respiration, blood pressure,
Records the results, then walks to the window
My favorite time of day has arrived!
“We must open the window to freshen up your room.”
As the window opens my spirit soars, and my ears capture
The lovely birdsong, as well as other living sounds,
Along with a veritable potpourri of smells.
I can only imagine what is happening outside,
And I do imagine it as best I can
I close my eyes and try to make out each note,
Visualizing the source of each incredible sound,
Be it bird, animal, human, or otherwise
Who they are, what they look like,
What they’re doing, what they’re thinking,
The blinking, beeping, droning is finally drowned out!
With every breath, I savor each smell
And, with eyes closed, as I visualize
What’s happening in my mind’s eye,
A wonderful peace envelops me. . . comforts me
But, alas, this day will be crueler than most
Another keeper, a newer keeper, enters my room
“Oh, she’s fallen asleep” he whispers,
He closes the window, shuts the shades,
Then quietly leaves, shutting the door
I SCREAM A LOUD, LONG, PRIMAL SCREAM!
... in my mind
As I lie frozen, motionless, immobilized—
Paralyzed
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
drop of silver tumbling in the grass
twirling threads and swallowed colors
mixed results in these haunted lands
a fierce light coming from beneath
fumbling forth with feet aflame
a shallow soul, scrambling, scattered
desperation claims the best of them
best not to mention the weak
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 12:32 PM UTC
there is so much I want to see
wonders I've never glanced at
art I've never seen
skies I've never gazed at
seas I've never looked at
homes I've never peered at
there is so much I want to see
and yet I still haven't opened my eyes yet
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 5:22 PM UTC
Time to leave
Break the screens
And find our true eyes
To live the dream
Leave the clean
And head out for a ride
The American dream we seek
To go out for a week
And look for some hell to rise
Get drunk under the stars
Stare at mars
And smoke all the grass i can find
For the American dream
Is were the real people meet
And talk about the times
To do drugs with a couple of thugs
And meet again up in the sky
To discuss the cancer
That grows in our homes
And molds itself to the young
That has done went
And ruined their minds
And destroyed them
Of their good times
For they will never understand
That long travel across the land
Looking for those great friends of mine.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
memories
full of wonder
and light
filled my mind
and sense of sight
those were
the dreams
in my imagination
a whole new world
in another dimension
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC
I'm glad I live in an average place
So that I can keep my breath
Who cares about the lack of sights
If my lungs keep me from death
And sure it's not quite pretty
But there's certainly some charm
To back up quiet living
Without tracheal alarm
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
We eat in the restaurants
Eat in the bars
By the bistros
Against the street or on the ground
It does not matter where we are found
As we eat like we are dancing
With no one around
Who could possibly be watching?
Inside your own home
A house of a lone star
Impossibly pondering
How the pauper used wood
And turned it into cooking.
Food can be shared for
A life once cared for
Kept to yourself
Perhaps you beg not to share it
An octagon plate and octagon jades
Caramel vinegar rain
Tossing and turning with lightning veins.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
Electric sun twirls its lava skirt.
Slammed woks.
Peanuts, chilli, limes and oil
Feeding him its lunch.
Shelter to chilli cheeks and peppercorn faces.
The air can't move its obese body to the rivers for a dip.
Darkness is hard with sturdy edges.
Curtains made of invisible beads and threads hang over the night in silence.
They spill against the concrete under rough hooves and feet
For the night falls like tight heavy lids.
Dusk is a bruised tunnel of vision.
Candlelit giants blinking rapidly.
You don't speak
For the night is never empty
The silence never lonely
Stampede of restlessness surrounding
Grinning from squint to squint
Raising embraces and chance encounters
They scream loudly to frighten the dawn.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC
Once upon a time I climbed
a tree, up here I was carefree.
But as I reached the top, an invite
of views now gifted upon me.
Could I breath in these views of
grandeur, as I leaned on a sore knee.
I'll never give up majestic illustrations,
this sight I gaze upon beyond expectations.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
Her eyes were glued to a sky full of stars,
But she was dreaming of something bigger than Mars
Somehow the constellations would just realign,
Opening up a portal to all space and time
Distant galaxies sang, danced and laughed all night,
Persuading her to stay and relax ‘til light
The dawn would come much to her dismay,
But then the sun rose, showing her a new way
The light glistened with every step taken,
And her whole being somehow felt more awaken
Mountains climbed high and streams ran fast,
Making her wish this moment would last
Colors frolicked and pranced across the distant sky,
Giving her beauty of which to testify
But soon dusk would come, and she welcomed it grinning,
For she knew these dazzling sights were just the beginning.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
Silence falls truthful
Trouble brews of love long lost
Children laugh loudly
Raining of lovers
Love's embrace is free to go
Markets spread lively
Young women lament
Nothing now collapsing slow
Singers by the lake
Hear beats among friends
Riding over metal bridge
Silence in my mind
Fountains flows lively
Nature's grasp in tranquil minds
Flags drift over there
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
I.
she scratches her back,
marking territory on translucent skin
they are of the same opacity -
as if upon meeting they scanned each other’s bones
to ensure strength
one has a way of smiling
where her lips pull against her gums
and the other has the tendency
to flip the pillow to the cold side before sleeping
they are never not entwined
they never had to get used to
two sets of bras in the dryer,
a hairbrush constantly covered with
each other’s blonde hair,
never using the condoms in their jewelry boxes
it was easy
is easy
when one asked the other
for a matching tattoo,
she put her partner’s initials on the soles of her feet
II.
the birthday party was in full swing by mid-afternoon
no one in the party had hair any lighter than charcoal
and the birthday girl was four, wearing only one shoe
all the women were clad in floral bikinis;
the ripples of their stretched skin on full display
in this circle, they honed their cultural energy
with coconut water and bongo drums
the guest of honour was passed out within an hour,
but they had come all this way
and wanted to make the most of it
III.
the night before she had found herself
entwined with a bodybuilder ten years her senior
she turned her hands over and over,
checking for signs that she had changed
but as the dog licked the inside of her legs
she was at peace with the fact that she always
belonged in a stranger’s bed
he said she felt good
and pressed welts passionately onto her ***
he wanted to take her sailing on the lake the following day
but she preferred to sit on a man-made sugared beach alone
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
Stare out
Into the skyline.
Look at
The wavering distance.
Where the illusion of
The sky on fire,
Hinders the word
From hearts of ire.
Golden silver,
Midnight blue.
Let the storm,
Bring morning dew.
Crashing waves,
Flickering lights.
And off into the distance,
You let out the sigh.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
The comments of the ocean
Blend nicely with the brush
Of tipper topper dinky dinghies
That paddle all a hush
Ships sailing on the summer current
Keels are black and leery
With barnacles and treasures trawled at sea
They nose ahead worn and weary
I sigh a little on the plinth of my palm
Propped nicely 'gainst the ivory table
And clink ****** cups, you know
Those little things that make you remember
Shame? Not me. When I watch the birds
They hover without shame
Boasting of the clouds they've visited
And castles up high they are welcome to
Take, take, take the spring breeze that simmers in
I couldn't feel the grace of disgust
I couldn't, I'm too happy
With salt ground tea and seemly company.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC