"medicince" poems
Bad Luck.
Stay away from me.
All you do is bring to me misery,
When I think I'm one step ahead.
Wham!-I'm behind again.
I doubt a four leaf clover could bring me luck.
You don't see me winning the lottery for big bucks.
And, if I did I probably lose it all.
Because bad luck seems to be my name.
And it seems to be my claim to fame.
What must I do to find good luck?
What must I do?
What magic spell must I request for to have it?
I'm not selfish I'm willing to share it.
It seems those that don't need it.
Have ways to locate it.
But I can't catch a break.
Least, I wasn't bitten by a snake.
But then it might not be a mistake if I was.
Because the medicince to cure it would be my miracle.
Just like finding someone great to love.
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 5:34 AM UTC
the world keeps spinning
and we are just dancing in the wind.
free falling off of canyons,
my toes are dangling over
surrendering
to ocean waves.
sunset kisses engulf my cheekbones
and i become the universe
swallowing stars,
constellations climb up my earlobe
whispering sweet love songs
i want to hold you in my fingers
tickle your heartbeat
then stick the rhythm in my pocket
and reference back tomorrow.
tomorrow
cotton candy textured cumulus
produces rain
that only brightens this earth
tomorrow
we will glide along the melted teardrops
and float upon
the stairway carved by angels.
you are the glue
piecing together secrets
tossed in shallow graves
and wishing wells
i wish i could make love to your being
i want all of it at once
melting
drop by drop
i collect the residue
and then drink it with my medicince
what is sense but nonsense
language is only hieroglyphics
we need to talk with our eyes
and sing to each others hearts
then kiss them
and store them
in our desk drawers.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC