"brezze" poems
Pine tree horizon,
stretched to the point of rupture
over the divine cardinal points around
A round world
which's center is me.
Roads I'll maybe walk,
most of which I won't
but the voyage goes on anyway
as long as I have feet.
Nothing this generation gets:
I chased this out of a bad bet,
and found heaven in a net.
We ate the scenery that day
let it drip onto our ***** sleeves
drying in the cold night
the stars,
God they were bright.
It makes me feel alone here in suburbia,
where the buffalo don't roam,
it's impossible to feel so small and so free,
so careless, in this city,
For there is more to Electricity
there's more to useless junk,
there's boy Scouts going
on a real adventure,
their adventure out of their hell
tha smelly parisian cage of pipes,
tubes, teachers and tests.
They get to breave here in Eden,
they see they're missing out,
they cheer the sun all morning,
till the nightime dries him out.
They get to hug the moon,
to face the secret truths under a piece of cloth,
a brown sky tent from which they
feel like they get it:
Men were apes and
they still are
they cannot live inside a jar
and when we breave that honeyed
air, when the smelly brezze rushes through
our clotted hair
we finally get to peek over the mountain,
and love it with
all we got.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
by the sea blue to watch the sun set
the waves to make thy feet wet
with thee to walk by my side
oh my love in thy heart to abide
The brezze a music to hear
timeless tales the waves doth bear
searching for thy footprints in the sand
oh my love lest i fall hold my hand
sands of time made the sun to sink
twinkling stars in sky to wink
in thy heart joy to fill
oh my love sands of time to stand still
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
I remember
Cool brezze at night
Shinning stars in sky
Birds chirping at dawn
Sun rising in east
People walking to their farm
I see
Polluting brezze at night
Darkness in sky
drunkard shouting at dawn
Sleeping as sun rise
People walking to their hallow life
I remember
Kids in street
Families in house
Love in lives
Health became wealth
I see
Kids with tab
People in house
Greed in life
Wealth became health
I remember
The joy
The love
The care
The bond
The happiness
All shared
I see
The pride
The envy
The greed
The jealousy
The loneliness
All given
I remember
The days of past left
To became what
I see
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
I fill my soul, my heart, my head,
And then try, through my fingers,
To tame it, calm it, dilute it.
To take the raw and make it something less agonizing,
To hold, to clutch to myself, to weave into my skin,
I build a fire and hope it won’t burn all the way through me, and the floor as well.
There are the times when I revel in the glow.
And there are times when I consign myself to be nothing more than a pillar of ash,
Easily swept away by a passing brezze.
Yet to cease,
Is to unweave my core,
To let holes stretch,
Till I am more void then girl.
To never feel a blue so mesmerizing that its very existents taunts me to catch it on paper,
Never spend hours trapping butterfly wings on the tip of my pen.
Never see the subtle moments where life is gut wrenchingly, woefully, utterly, complete,
That fraction of a second where the sun breaks the clouds into a sea of many facetted pillars of amaranth , so tangible I second guess their existence, and turning back see that the sun has sunken beyond the horizon.
The instant where a man and his dog glance up in perfect unison, a single being with six legs, four eyes, and one heart.
A first flash of scarlet upon jade, the cherries hang ripe and inviting, tiny globes flashing from behind their leafy bower, as of yet untouched by bird or clumsy human hand.
And so I write.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 2:35 AM UTC
I lie down under the shade of the tree.
There's only one tree on top of the hill.
I'm not exactly under the tree.
I'm on the side of the hill and the shawdow of the tree streches out towards me.
It's perfect with shade and warm sunlight that feels like a blanket
which seeps through the cracks of the leaves and the nice brezze.
I lay there thinking of nothing at all,
my worries were earsed from my mind.
What did I have to worry about? Worries were the reason I was here.
Slowly and slowly the atmosphere starts to take me into slumber.....
My eyes open a crack,
they start lieing to me because I see someone standing over me.
The sunlight is glimming on the person.
For I am still partly in the shade.
We glare at eachother hard not sure what to think.
then at random A weird warm feeling started to grow inside,
we both ease our gazes and I feel at peace again.
I've never felt this feeling before but it was the greatest....
Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 7:42 AM UTC
Sparkle moon light that dances on the heavens of the earth. Awaking the cries of help that need to breake their souls free,wanting to dance with the stars in the milky way and let the winds of the heavens take them there when their ready to set their life on fire and let their souls be the wind of the souls that nver stop flowing.....the stars are dzzncing under the full moon brezze.
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 10:31 PM UTC
a warm breeze walks a handbill
up the empty street
from the show which had been
on the outskirts of town
all lights and fury far into the cool night
just a dusty track now fading out
just taffy wrappers and dime fortune teller cards
leading away
into the mornings highways memories
just photographs of awkward smiles
and plastic dolls won as a prize
she came through town that way
some years ago
and she had caught your imagination
and your heart
in a velvet dress she bid people come
to the edge of town to see the wonders
to see the might of the weak man
see the small heart of the big man
come see the wonders of the wide mysterious world
seven wonders for seven cents
she was a pretty thing
that you would think to see
in the finest company
with the prettiest jewels
but you would see her at the end of the show
her hair let down and flowing like a thick dream
prettiest you've ever seen
with the weak man in her arms
the kind if lovin grace to her eyes
just then you couldn't find the heart to disturb them
with your questions and camera
so you let her go
just to be one of thouse memories
that the highway holds dear
places far away
people strange and true
of the worlds prettiest girl
and the worlds weakest lucky man
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC
Where do hearts go in the middle of the night when they flee from the game
How many shallow conversations can one woman sustain
A bar, a drink a tap on your shoulder, a mirror stands before you
No one has ever explored you, no one has taken the time to just unwind
Why now, why this time as the whirlwind is getting stronger
This unpredictable weather will soon be over, just a whisper over night pillows
“Daddy I need you, to help me see this through”
Fear not the wind my pumpkin, you’ve just experienced a man
You’ve been blown before, only this time your feet has left the land
There’s no need to catch you, go on and ride the wind
The woman in you has finally emerged, and not a wasted moment was spent
You’ll cry tonight my pumpkin, and sigh with a heavy chest
You’ll catch a whiff from a memory, and your eyes will well up again
Don’t hold it in babygirl, for the wind will subside
I can’t and won’t tell you there’ll be no emptiness inside
You’ve been through so much so count it as a blessing
For once a mutual experience without the window dressing
The wind often blows and there’s no need for a wind breaker
You were caught on a breeze and that whisper was much greater
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
This shirt is all that i have left
of my angel who passed before i awoke
the air turned cold as a brezze came in
she smiled before her breathing had stopped
i turn on my side to grab her hand witch was ice cold
i get out of bed to look at her face
shocked to see her eyes not closed and her smile frozen
grabbing her shoulder i look at her watch
the time was 2:15am when her time had passed
the ambulance came rolled her into the van
looking my eyes water seeing her being taken away
i hold on to this shirt holding it tight
my memories i want to keep forever
i only want the memories of my wife and our life
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC