"concurred" poems
Sat on a sedan
Spiderman took her hand.
Went down on one knee
And said
Will you marry me?
I cannot face
The rest of eternity
With each generation's
Take on modernity.
It's old fashioned values
I look for and see -
Your confidence,
Common sense,
Your honesty,
Sincerity,
Your quirkiness
And peacableness.
But most of all
Your peerless take on life
Is what does it for me.
Will you be my wife?
Spiderman, Spiderman,
How you do woo!
And you have such qualities
That draw me to you -
Your patience,
Respect,
Your considerable intellect,
Your gentleness,
Strength of mind -
I could go on at length and find
You could be my cobweb?
I could be your fly?
Could you be the man for me
Until the day I die?
What more can I say than
You may have concurred
That I do things my own way.
So can you guess?
Little Miss Muffet Said Yes!
And do you know what?
As they lay there
On that Le Corbusier chair
Without a care in the world -
And you know it's not novel
To be graphic -
They were not afraid at all.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
He struggles and ponders,
reads and re-reads,
My markers fail before his eyes,
his naivety takes over,
A fruit? he queries,
I burst out in laughter,
Can be, I agree, but I await for more,
he peruses and my ribs tickled,
amused and curious, I stayed,
at his innocence that shined.
A Mango! he exclaims!
No! I equally enthused
'A woman, a fruit,
delicious and mystical,
for a man who craves'.
'Oh' the meek sigh, a tiny sound,
concurred or dissent, I know not,
In a flash came a verbal rebuff,
back to his annoying self.
He annoys and appeases,
A friend I have known for years,
Mine forever, I know for sure,
no matter what he says.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 5:50 AM UTC
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
With Bill And Ted
To buy two bottles
Of mineral water.
Jack and Jill
Came tumbling down
Fatally cracking their heads open
And the local council was done
For corporate manslaughter.
But Bill and Ted
Came down on their mountain bikes
With the mineral water
towed on a skateboard.
And having buried Jack and Jill
At an environmentally friendly funeral
They headed for the Amazon
On solar powered surfboards.
Thus they concurred
This was yet again
As vinegar
Bed and
Brown paper-free
As there ever could be
Excellent Adventure.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
We've done it
We've did it
It's concurred and done
We've been at it since two thousand and one
The Class of 2014 is what we are
And boy have we gotten far
We are the generation that expierienced things none other has
From 9-11 to those new Internet fads
We are turning our tassel
It took a thirteen year haul of hassle
But as we stand
Diploma in our hand
We know it was worth it
We are the Class of 2014
And we did one heck of a job
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
six blind elephants
disagreed over what a human is;
and they concluded
they’d have a direct experience
to resolve the matter
and so the first elephant
felt a human and declared:
“A human is flat”
And each other elephant
through its own direct encounter
concurred on the lack of human dimensions
And so there was an end to the discord
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC
Two-tongued and long,
Slander and smooth,
Naked and wicked.
Moves hissing,
Delivers kisses of death,
With tongue flicking.
A revered reptile.
Lives in dead piles of woods
In trees, and deserts,
The cold earth's hugger
Crawls like nature's gymnast.
Never has he ever laughed
Never made any friends
Never trusted by anybody.
Sadly he has a king,
Black like me
But has no soul
he lives in Africa
And in parts of Asia
He bites and hisses
But I don't bite
only on my food
He doesn't chew.
I do, and I swallow.
Him, his preys whole
I despise him.
I have many reasons
He social-engineered his ways
Around Adam"s woman
One day, he ****** eve up
With smooth lies
What this even implies,
Empirically, logically,
I really don't know,
All I know, I was told!
Hold on, I know not
From whence it came,
Maybe from the good book,
That's a Long and twisted story.
It says he used his tongue
Not on her as a woman,
But to break her home.
Adam was a **** fool,
To leave that girl home alone.
Unannounced, he came in kool
Using his double tongues.
Was she kinda blind?
He isn't even cute.
This story I can't refute
Yet millions have concurred
I'm not a friend.
Not of the story.
Of him, the notorious,
The venomous
The infamous heel biter
Once again, I hate him
Never was a friend
Never will be,
Because of that poor woman.
He's the First home breaker,
Frickin' liar
Cursed by God
His head to be severed
Using a sword,
A stone or stick,
Day or night,
Right or wrong,
Because of poor little eve
Adam's kids will strike
At his tiny little head.
Death to the serpent!
Eternal condemnation
Even if he repents,
Strike his elongated body
With a double-edged cutlass.
Don't you ever feel sorry
For this sorry ***
Chinese add him cooked
segments by segments to curry.
He has no class
He Kills at will.
I hate him very much
And I do have my reasons.
He's the infamous snake
The symbol of evil
Father of confusion
With evil intention
Perpetual guide
To eternal hell
From the garden of Eden
Who gave Eve a heartbreak.
He's toxic and venomous.
©IvanBrooksPoetry
29/8/2018
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 3:25 AM UTC
this old year in its last hours
checks its tie
its coat tails
its long trousers
spats
its insalubrious look
gets ready for one last stand
at the times square of our minds
sick in singapore she wrote
i rather be caned that live one more day
and i concurred i rather she'd be caned
than i
here in ohio i hear some winter birds
i swear and i attest
their forlorn cries carry far
and sometimes i believe i see their shapes
remotely flitting far
their cries carry far
here in ohio
where the winter snow came and went in two whole days
its surprising whereabouts both seen and felt
now we are back to flimsy silver lace affixed on
windows
infirm in beijing she said
they all spit!
i took that as a sign she was getting well
here in the post soltice winter there is hope
for longer days ahoy
the maritime soul departs in yet another lost boat
inexplicably tied to the date
sick in mazatlan she said the water makes me puke
i heard later she bought a boat to sail from the west coast
down to the panama canal then up the east coast to new yor
k
that was her plan
but no she gave it up after she bought the boat
she realized she would have to fill it with ***** and nothing
else
choice give up the ship or sink under the influence
i hear the "Rosa Linda" i still tied in long beach pier
I mourn such passing as the days
disclose and hide in a foggy patina of misremembrance
see this was her coat her gloves
the angle of her visor gave us more of her
than i can just now tell i cant even remember the color
of her eyes
and yet firmly believe that we once met
as i get ready to welcome a new year
back to the chalk line
on your marks
ready
set
go to my habitual everyday
here in ohio some winter birds
pester the air with their calls
perhaps they know something about time
I don't know
anyway, let's go meet another minute hour or day
sick in
ohio i say
Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 3:19 PM UTC
I write of wrath, of rage and anger,
And murderous thoughts towards my betrayers.
I write with vigor and blood-lust,
In violent tempests, if I must.
I write of the madness she incurred,
In piercing fury, my heart concurred,
For solid as a rock it shows,
And red with rage my aura glows.
I write of indifference, my violated
persona can take only so much hatred.
Await me filling my soul with black,
Dark things as though there was ever a lack.
I write of the tolerance I have left,
For a loving patience of me was bereft.
In faces around me, I wish them only death,
My thought: I wish not the same air in our breath.
I write of the fires of my flaming hate,
The lack of gall in the events of late.
I no longer know how to remain humane,
in a state where anger drives one insane.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
My poem illumines the night like the harvest moon,
like the eerie gleams of fireflies reflect in the stream;
entrenched feelings, somehow are still unexplained
just like how bubbles of morning air kissed my skin.
It's not how our hearts intertwined all of the sudden
but of our language concurred; beautifully spoken,
when my mind awakens to reality, so slow, so slow
that's when I write those lovely words only for you.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
The night was calm and silent
Until I heard a shriek,
I knew it was my girlfriend,
For her I went to seek!
In the bathroom she was standing,
She looked to be in fear,
Then with her words that followed,
The situation became quite clear
"The toilet seat is up!" she cried
"What is wrong with you?"
"The toilet seat is up" I concurred
"Cos I didn't take a poo"
"It's not hard to place it down,
So really what's the issue?
If it grosses you out to touch it
I suggest you use a tissue "
She yelled at me for an hour,
Whilst I just rolled my eyes,
"Imagine I sat straight down" she said
"And developed a rash on my thighs"
This whole traumatic experience,
Has led me to a decision,
I'll put it down real nice in future,
But **** on it with precision
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
They say we have two halves of a whole brain.
Two sections that govern our actions
Like tyrants that ride horses with reigns made
Of nerves and weald weapons that shoot out sparks
Of neurons across our synapses
The lands of our minds that dips and rises like the Andes mountains
Amoung cerebellum fields
Where nervous horses hoofs trample
Nervous systems flowers and bend their stem
Into an L shaped pendulum that swings
Unevenly over corpus callosum oceans
That separate left and right.
Art and reason.
Two separate sets of war torn warriors fighting,
One with methodically measured maps
Marked with red flags between concurred lands of logic
And one with holistic metal armor that clinks and clanks
Around soldiers making music for them to march to
They fight over proper ways of reason
And creative formulations
Of treasons that ought not be crossed
Their trenches the rivens in our brains
That wet rot their feet with slimy blood and
Membrane juices
The left speaking in tongues
That right cannot hear when not
Set on staff lines
Or painted onto animal skin canvas
That once covered similar brain battles
Between right and left
Only to be cut and sectioned off
In improper fractions that yearn to be whole.
If only the sides would sign treaties of peace
With pens that pinch fibers together and bind
Halves into wholes.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
the noise never fades;
my poise takes the bait;
in the halls of liberation,
i submit to my fate.
i took a solemn vow:
to be ‘holier-than-thou’.
neither wrong, nor right,
i knew, until now.
i failed to see a cause;
the effect? - a terrible loss;
blinded by obsessions,
i never took a pause.
it’s been a while since the fall,
when i sprung to a brawl
with my virtues, unmasked -
and caved in to nightfall.
it all seems a blur;
it’s ‘bout time i concurred:
my reason to exist
shall always be a curse.
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 12:11 AM UTC
When I met you our distant eyes looked in different directions
Navigating in our path to maturity without notice
Slowly and unaware that I have been bitten by your sweet venom
I reluctantly stagger towards the beaming light
Little did I know that my uncertainty would evolve into certainty
I have been concurred undisputed
Rivers have flown
We have seen the desserts of the Sahara
I have found and reached my destination
I see myself
I see you
I see us
We are two binded by one
We are one in need and in deed
We are inseparable by our seeds
Seeds displaying fruitful thoughts and prosperity
I surrender to you.
Dee
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 5:10 AM UTC
[..I said to Barbara, I said]
word for word I’m writing my book,
making my costumes and playing me
the best I can
I think I am rather good
remembering all those lines that could
have once made a difference
when sunsets felt real,
beyond their damaged magnetic fields
I sang, I danced, I concurred
and when my sword bent from its knees
and I couldn't cry any more
I walked on burning coal through the icy rain
to embrace the forgotten
I keep on writing my book
chapter by chapter
I pierce my ears, die my hair, conjure the dark forces
and anchored by fear I deliver
touching, exhilarating, borderline shocking
live entertainment
half brave, half pushed
sometimes merely there
I remember the lights,
blinding they are, hallowing they are
I keep on wearing my costumes
children rush to me like lambs to their mother-sheep
and their smiles, joy and clapping
are worth a whole sun and one bright half of a Moon
we lick ice-cream together,
get colds together
make sticker-charts together and
sit on the naughty step together
and after dark - and only after dark – we pray to not have to pray again
keep reading
turn the page to the scene
with the guy who locked the rare wounded dove in a cage
and the woman who loved too much, laughed too much, wore too much lipstick
and her depressed chiwawa
and keep playing me
Sunday to Sunday
the best you can
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
A Terran, a Musician, and a Human walk into a bar and begin to converse in their unique animated fashions. The Terran told colorful, heavily gestured stories of just how vast, vivid, and desolate, the world can be with adventurous direction and a little bit of luck. The Musician listened intently and shared personal records of revolving themes and repetitive transcendence. For Musician, it is simply a twist of perspective. Then followed a volley of indiscriminate compliments between Human and Terran as Musician earned a few donations of an open microphone on this Friday afternoon. When Musician returned with concerns of quality and substance, the enlightened friends had both agreed that the rehearsal was finely tuned, impeccable, even.
Shy and humming, Human was slightly disconcerting to their boisterous Terran and had to ask about those interests and talents that had not been discussed yet. Human's eyes froze in small expansion though Musician concurred, compliments are fine but withholding one's self is an insult and a crime to all three beings in such a warmed gathering. Human began with a facile face, then addled, as if a place to start had muddied underneath solid progressive counterparts. At last, resolve returned with a solution to try at the open microphone first, mayhaps that would clear the meek performer's mind. The invoked spirit of clarity overflowed beyond the stage as a silver silence engulfed the barroom. Human's history was bursting of sky sharing resonant respiration once the song was sung from a place more real than truth.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
When you were clearly flirting with me
I should not have asked if you were flirting with me,
And when you replied yes, and asked if that was allowed
I should not have said yes, and asked if I were allowed to flirt back.
Everyone is wrong
When they **** you for this mess
I could have called a halt to it immediately,
And even later
The second, third, or fourth collision
I could have made it stop.
I should not have invited you out, alone
I should not have told you I needed a drink to tell you a secret.
I should not have whispered "I'd love to, too"
Then leaned in for your kiss.
You suggested things, and I agreed.
I should not have agreed to find you on Twitter
Or send you that photo,
I certainly shouldn't have met you for lunch
Or told you that I wasn't wearing underwear
Or taken your hand in mine, and pressed your fingers gently,
Or stayed silent when you asked me when...when...when...
Inviting misinterpretation.
See, I am far from blameless
I concurred, agreed, enjoyed
Every second, every moment, I regret nothing.
Nothing, except that I could have kept you,
I needn't have lost you.
If I hadn't allowed a beginning,
Then I wouldn't now be struggling with the end
Dearest friend.
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
I have been waiting long
To hear the unknown song
The words were gone adrift
The veil has now been lift
Moment I heard your voice
My heart had no more choice
Tears that fell from my eyes
Soon they made me realize
I have found the shelter
Your love is in the center
I have found my home
Inside your heart’s dome
This is just the beginning
To set the world spinning
The songs you sang for me
Words that made me see
Strings been playing hard
Heart that once was scarred
The music has been heard
Your rhythm has concurred
Long pain that’s inside me
Your love is the only key
Through my eyes window
You see the past shadow
The touch of your hand
Will make me withstand
The past, the present, the future
Your love is all that matters….
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
The story is in Grimm’s ancient tome
Of the girl who wove straw into gold
Bamboozling the evil, gnarled gnome
With subterfuge both cunning and bold.
*Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam
And rude brown bread, dry without butter;
She knows no carriage nor castle home
Awaits the princess in the gutter*.
The dwarf chose not to concede defeat,
Rightly convinced that a deal’s a deal;
Filings and pleadings finally complete,
The circuit court to hear the appeal.
*Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam
And rude brown bread, dry without butter;
She knows no carriage nor castle home
Awaits the princess in the gutter*.
The panel’s judgment swift and direct;
The lower court had most gravely erred.
*Petitioner may rightly expect
Payment plus damages*, they concurred.
*Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam
And rude brown bread, dry without butter;
She knows no carriage nor castle home
Awaits the princess in the gutter*.
Bailiff took heir and inheritance,
Leaving nil which could be sold or pawned,
The king’s glances gave full evidence
The scapegoat would be a clever blonde.
*Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam
And rude brown bread, dry without butter;
She knows no carriage nor castle home
Awaits the princess in the gutter*.
There was no chance she could be returned
To her former home life in the woods
The miller’s girl, derided and spurned:
She’s a beauty, yes, but damaged goods.
*Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam
And rude brown bread, dry without butter;
She knows no carriage nor castle home
Awaits the princess in the gutter*.
A room in Amsterdam’s red-light tract
The former princess is on the game.
Still works under an implied contract;
The terms, however, not quite the same.
*Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam
And rude brown bread, dry without butter;
She knows no carriage nor castle home
Awaits the princess in the gutter*.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
a man held a sign that read "homeless vet. anything will help. will work. thank you & god bless."
i told my friend that America has ****** up. he concurred, and added that he supports increased military spending to aid veterans. we drove off.
then he looked at me and said "you know, he didn't even look homeless"
somehow I blame this on the cancer causing chemicals in our food that is banned in every other country.
I still want to punch him. a black eye may help him see.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
This feeling that makes our throats close up and hearts hurt.
Literally my heart has a pain that stabs it
and punctures the aorta.
The blood that once pumped every emotion though my body goes limp.
A puppet with no master to guide the actions.
No owner to light the way.
My knees once went numb with an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion.
Hands wrapped around my calves
keeping them from sinking directly into the garden of memories,
memories that I’ve buried.
Flinging my body from one moment to the next
hoping that I can breathe between kisses.
Lips of strangers caught in naughty acts.
Ripping my cloths and touching my hands.
Pinning my body up against walls of Polaroid’s that you took.
Not one but every photo.
You were there to grasp your grip around my punctured heart.
Poking your fingers in the holes that others left behind.
You shed a tear and then let go of my heart.
I stopped breathing,
my blood overflowed my body
filling every pore and clogging my eyes.
Vision forever tainted.
No more beating or thumping.
No more laughs that skip a beat.
I was ruled by love and it over took me.
I lay down hoping someone will find my pieces,
my clues that I left behind.
I need to be restored.
Body drowning.
I was ruled.
I was concurred.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
TRAPPED,STUCK,
CAUGHT IN TWO PLACES,
IN THE MIDDLE AND LIKING IT MORE
than
I should,
Liking the control and the power of love,
Being in lust & being in love,
Being in lighten
Courageously in awe of these new feelings,
I'm well
let me say it this way,
I love "him" for so many different reasons,
I love him the OTHER dude- too for
"other" reasons,
My Love
is the same YET so completely different.
In-Love with one & Lusting for another,
Intimacy is concurred in the arms of my Lover,
All the things You used to do is now replaced,
My miss trust and all the things "he" do used to be US,
See I wont leave You & can't give "him" up,
You know
of him and "he" knows
I used to be in-love, with you,
In lust with the likes of you too,
You both think
I'm with out the other ,
If only you 2 knew !
Trapped in this triangle
was something I never wanted,
Yet here I am
Caught torn between whats right
and my like of love,
for one verses
My lust for the other,
Deceit ,
Miss guiding lies.
I played my cards & now I have you both on either side.
How
can I choose when both of you make me whole,
Make a complete package
with out the both of you there is no 100% not even 80% ,
50% for you and for 50% for"him".
I melt when"He" touches me ,
I cry when this one leaves,
I fight for "his" attention,
I beg for that ones peace,
I crave his wisdom,
I long for this "ones" excitement,
I adore this ones wilder adventures,
I linger for "his" anticipation's,
I dream of his body,
while "he" the other rock gentle inside me,
this other-
His kiss makes me think of that "ones" lips,
How am I to choose ?,
When each part of the other 's
like choosing of twins,
the same yet so unique,
so different.
I lust for one,
in love with the other,
Love this one &
long for that one, want him yet keep
my distance & play with
someone else,
had him ,
let that 'one" go,
Now I have the both of you & can't choose!
whose who & which will get hurt,
worst thing is
I'm the fool
for being selfish ,
For doing the wrong thing
and letting it carry on this long .
Yet
I can't let go,! No I WONT,
Not even a little,
the way my lover takes me and the way he holds me ,
doing all my man wont do.
Yet the history my man &
I share isn't fair to continue with this love affair
or is it the end.
and
I'm to weak to say good bye,
I'm too self centered to
let him love another or even let him try,
I can't see him with no one but me ,
I don't want him given what once was mine,
yet
I'm given what was never really his,
My lovers been getting the best of me and never did
I open myself to my man like I've been to my lover,
My lover has me twisted inside to where
I'm no good for any other dude,
YET
that's a LIE
Since my man has me ****** up too,
He has it where
I wont leave & I'm stuck cheating,
'But taking caring of our home ,
See how
I can blame everyone but me-myself is at fault
and
I'm pointing to anyone but whose to blame?
ha ha hee hee
I got lost & caught in a players game,,
How am I to choose
when I love him & "him" too
& They-Both (Love ME so?)
I'm ****** up &
I'm So TORN-
TRAPPED!!!!!
Always Me Ayeshah
Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 2:22 AM UTC
He lived in a fine old country house
Befitting a man of means,
With everything a Victorian Squire
Could aspire to, in his dreams.
He owned four-fifths of a colliery
In the days when coal was gold,
And topped that up with a Brewery,
But the mean old man was cold.
For Benjamin John Fortescue ruled
His house like a would-be Earl,
His son had never felt welcome there
Since he’d married a country girl,
The mother had gone some years before
Who protected, in his youth,
But now, the **** of his father’s whims
The lad found out the truth.
He treated them like the servant class
Expected to fetch and bring,
But paid a pittance to keep them there,
His purse on a miser’s string,
‘I keep a fine roof over your heads
And you eat each day for free,’
He’d say, whenever they asked for gilt,
‘What more do you want from me?’
Their toddler Tim wore cast-off clothes
And was made to play outside,
‘I don’t want a ragamuffin’s mess,’
He’d say, till the mother cried.
‘You don’t seem to love your grandson,’ said
His son, his head in a whirl,
‘I would if he had some parentage,
But not from some country girl.’
As time went on there was something wrong
For the father suffered fits,
At first it would start with a seizure,
He would seem to lose his wits.
He’d lie for days in a sort of haze
And would scarcely draw a breath,
And Caroline would look hard it him,
‘It’s as if he’s caught in death!’
It happened enough to make him plan
Should the doctor be deceived,
‘I don’t want the fools to bury me
Alive, so I’m not retrieved.’
He bought a coffin with space inside
And a tube, out to the air,
With a little bell he could ring as well
If he found himself in there.
‘Be sure to follow instructions if
You think that I am dead,
Affix the bell to the tube as well
With a cord down to my head,
Then check the grave for a week or more
To see if the bell should ring,
Then hurry to dig me up, and I
Will give you anything.’
The day came that on the seventh fit
They could swear that he was dead,
‘There isn’t even a breath of air
And his eyes are up in his head.’
Three doctors came, and they all concurred
That his life was now extinct,
‘It had to happen,’ the couple heard,
‘He’s been living on the brink.’
They laid him out in his coffin, and
They fitted the tube to breathe,
Attached the bell, and the cord as well
Before they rose to leave,
But Timothy stayed to play that day
As he did, down in the Dell,
And a week went by till his mother cried:
‘Where did he get that bell?’
David Lewis Paget
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
I have found a undeniable love
and it is here in my very pit
I can not deny you
I do not know how I turned my face from you, , , , ever
your chest is mine
your lips are my lips
and when you place your hand upon my dark pages
you see, we are the same book
your heart beats at the same pace as mine
your hands cringe the way mine do
and your body bends in cryptic ways as does mine
I cannot help but suffocate myself at the thought of you
I have yet to confess my intricate obsession
I have yet to confess how I wish to reach my hand out into the air
and into your collar bone
I can already feel your ribs beating against mine
your mouth is creasing my ear, and I cant take you
because your beauty is too much for me to comprehend
please, put mercy upon my forehead when releasing yourself
there is only so much agony in a mixture of love that I can take
and you are far beyond anything I have ever experienced
I am moved
I am moved
I wish to hold your blood in my palm
I wish to have your humanity melt into me like forbidden paint
I want your soul to execute mine
we will move in this life together
my love, we are everything
you are everything
and the only reason I am whole
is because I have become a part of you
I am in love.
My hands, they rise in this medium
and I feel like I am the king of everything
no one
no one
is better than me
and that is only because I have your love
that is
only because I am the owner of those brown eyes
that have shed the agony of a soldiers mourned body
you are a ancient work of art
you have concurred lands
you have banished me
and brought me back to this endless and short time
I want to bow my head to the side gently
I want you to understand how I innocently love you
with the eyes that I have found in me to be
child like
.
Jan 16, 2011
Jan 16, 2011 at 7:16 PM UTC
and so we danced:
i spun her, twirled her round and tried to fix her image
burn her like exposed film, but i found it difficult
not to give her true words; i’d pound messages on her chest
and rub my eyes raw, trying to be assured of what we had
which was nothing/everything, concurred with my hypothesis
that i wasn’t fit for function; the myth of us grew
and she couldn’t keep up, couldn’t lift anything from me
she hid under covers
i let her
we stumbled
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 2:19 PM UTC