"kinships" poems
Amid the verbose magicians
Seeking kinships
And sailing deep into their arduous mists
Watching them peddle their afternoon
To a handful of smiling children holding their breath
Amazed in gentle body trick
The older men of age
Leaning deep into their creased chins
Stroking the grizzled fat
Blinding light of soul
Staring down the barrel of life
Striking the enemy one last time
And yet smiling
sober,
Met of match,
taking care of their kids.
Then there's the cold-clocked dudes
On the phone pushing buttons
In a button-up raglan
Lost indistinct
the promised land
The golden shores swept away by
inconvenient time
Left shopping in an auto mall
"Won't you look at the time?"
7.07 APR
Boy what a steal!
And Steve maddened and screamed
As the lines blurred instinctual between opposing teams
And the oven dinged a great alabaster slant
Leaning towards the new millenitants
Rise up!
***** the wheel
Turn the axel from pistons
To alkaline metal
And doubt with great monumental
Quality
That the machine borders all
And we cannot retreat
And while I sift bouyantly between the waves
Searching the puzzle piece within the molecules
Reconnecting with the things
And representing
dreams on a 66 hertz screen
I call rather failing
Towards a black rocked shore
Towards the sweet Dorigen
Of my dreams
Finding an integral of time
And space
And calculating the intangible slope
Of my desmise
With the imaginary constiutent
Of that lighted mind.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
Would anyone really care,
If I vanished without a trace?
If my screams echoed the hallways,
If briny tears stained my face?
Everyone is bonded so strongly,
How can I join these ties?
Will I always be an outsider,
Seen as nothing more than a fly?
What am I doing wrong?
Can you help me understand?
Do I not deserve your kinships,
What’s wrong with who I am?
*I want for someone to care,
To catch me if I fall.
Because if no one cares about you,
Do you exist at all?*
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
Living in the country.
On a simple country road.
Is truly the place to be.
Don't matter the size of the town.
People just let you be.
The air is less polluted.
Like in most big city.
Not that I'm putting them down.
But, while we're country.
We just act a little silly.
While city's folks acts like clowns.
We might not have a lot of crime.
We do have the best scenery.
But sometimes the country folks gets wild.
You might say.
That we are about the same.
Have you ever notice?
The way certain kinships would love to trade places.
And
We think we're better than one another.
I guess we are simple kissin' cousins.
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 8:58 AM UTC
I dipped my hands in the volume of an immense love,
once, when time had not yet folded my spine
and it taught me that even kinships born of so little as
a lost word or an early sentiment are written on us,
and in us, and their existence never quite erased.
I have dreamed of being a tiny cutter clearing
the ruined towers peering from your open surf, the ancient arches
easing from the waves. My ship's skeleton leasing
its buoyancy from the mercy of the tide - I became
so much flotsam at that structures' side.
This burning question put to paper hearts,
consumed so hotly tall dreams and false starts.
It ate us up, and left behind it, ash -
the ink left on us, as before it passed.
Commitments so quickly and easily made
burst with the heat of a gentle grenade.
Left in the wasteland, so brittle the fuse -
we burned all the quicker with nothing to lose.
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 10:47 AM UTC
I owe a great deal
To the friends I hardly knew
For granting me memories
Of happiness and adventure
I thought possible only in dream
To laughter with each meal
Heartfelt tears in Shanghai grew
Sprouting lifetimes of stories
Of a fantasy
Against all odd
To the tunes of Parisian melody
Boasting a Holy Romantic seal
Beyond what possibly may seem
To the friends I hardly knew
May life smile on you
Bring you fortunes
And faithful kinships
To aid you when we part
Know what I say is true
From the run through Thai dew
And admiration of tropical art
It is but I thank you
From the truest extents of my heart
Though lost in Dublin street
Even though we may again never meet
From the highest of Highlands
We will never truly part
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
Bones
Wilt
Wake
Moans
Shalt
Scrape
Heavens empire!!!
Laughs wilt be squeels
Wheels shalt turn dust
Babies wilt get no thirst
The ***** will loose their ****
Mothers shalt betray husbandman
Fathers to turn to housemaiden
Keepers will secretly watch
As secrets do liveth here!!!
Gangsters
Shalt turn to God
Good boys will turn devlish
Both becoming one as mobs
Notorious grubs!!
Excitement
They'll get by anarchy imprisonment
Delightment
Shalt be their worldly knowledge and kinships
Undertakers!!!
Open
Turned shy
Dead
Arrise
Blue
To black skies
As zombie robot moribunds they'll be
Whilst at their own funerals!!!
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
Mountains on mountains it's all uphill from here
I was afraid of heights but you never let anything limit me
Holding hands at the crack of dawn to sight see
Why is it so easy to fall
One slip up and we're gone
I value kinships across regions but I think the tectonic folding image of value is you on my mind
Never envisioned that our fun could be left behind
Drastic climate changes at this altitude leaves me to believe we're unprepared How strong is the feeling on this sensitive terrain
Maybe if I jump rather than fall we will have something to gain
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC