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fearfulpoet Mar 2019
Why they call me the fearful poet! (The Razor Thin Difference)

”but who am I to complain
the  razor thin difference tween
blessings and curses so thin,
sometimes are they not, the same thing”

Aug. 2018

~~~

this familiar line, well traversed, lives on the maps
sketched indented on your palms and brow,
at the edges of the crow’s nests, the eye’s keyboard witnesses,
recording every stroke

we tap in seeings, forming letters,
letters into lines, lines into verse,
as we alliterate, we walk unawares,
of the razor thin difference tween blessings and curse,
indiscernible until concluded, perhaps, not even then,
the stanza’s probable outcome,
always unsure, unknowing destiny’s decision

so we walk, tread, plumb, shoutout
“vive la difference,”
hoping the blessing messengers hear us first,
consummating our pleas on their favorable sight & side,
ever fearful, we do not shout loud enough,
do the blind hear,
need me, possess my sacrificial offerings,
my trepidations, burnt on the Temple’s altar

who will breathe their smoke and understand
their fearful origins?

so we-write, cajole that our every moment’s fear,
find the difference, that we don’t bleed from life’s razoring,
the thinner thinnest
needle threaded,

and fear is the threat,
and fear is the thread,
that holds me together


until the unraveling
requires me to write again,
the fearful poet
3/21/19 4:15 am
My words are cutting themselves again;
razoring their loosely-sutured syllables,
deep as white-eyed bone.

The suave dipththongs butchered
to the cadence of bloodletting
in hemorrhagic oppositions.

Stapled-closed sentences, smeared with Iodine,
and subcutaneous sentence diagramming
for the retractable scalpel
swiveling along the edge,
of the well serrated cliche.

Once I pressed my wordy flesh
against the wrong side
of a paring knife, while paying no attention
and suddenly,
and without warning
it gave, like an over ripe peach
to the cleaver-
and after that, I was hooked.
Her weight is like a feather
The perils of her life
Weigh her down
Let me help
You are not alone

The heaviness of the past
The crushing experiences
Don't need to be shouldered
It's chains need not bite
The cold of steel
Or the strength of your walls
Let me stand by your side

We can look together
At future depths
Tackle the chains
Break that which binds
Besiege those castle's towers

I want to be by your aide
To shoulder your weights
To build new wings for your heart
To knock down the walls
Holding your hand
Fighting at your side
Facing our demons

You were alone for so long
It's hard hearted necessity
Repelling all help that doesn't last
For you nothing stayed
Trusting none

Keeping demons at bay
Clawing outside, screaming
Wretched, oozing creatures
Bemoaning loss, misery
Cutting deep, razoring flesh
Locked away, a mind's eye
Thicker and higher; safety's cage

Locking you in, a path not your own
Borrow my compass, my map
Let me carry my sword, your cause
Work my guns, my life for yours
Never feel alone, possess my bones

No matter the weight
Regarding the stones
My shoulders for strength
It'll be easier carry
Changing from I, me, my
For ours, us, and we
Two is better when one

Together, we'll step
On the unstepped road
Hand in hand, side by side
Aid in hardship, share
Making lights in the dark

We set everything on flame
Nearly burned our home
We've come through together
Quenched in passions
Furious dragon's fire
This journey together
A quest, heart's desire

We've beaconed lights
Set up the stage
This path has lights
Stories untamed
Lighting our way

My love for you
Lightens all that weighs
Maps our journey
A compass together
To a future, to us
Maybe this explains it better
Onoma Mar 2018
you're shivering...
come in from the
warmth--
arch the doorway
with your halo.
flies are filling with
white ink--
minding the curve.
rebreaking open.
grant, grant, grant--
is not a command!
purple planting purple.
you're as perfect as
rainbow-fizz on a
churning limb.
Bardo-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do.
March means makeup--
caked characterizations
filling the colors of roles.
my best line ripped to
shreds.
rending wash of razoring
edges.
(((stay with we))).
can you remember
the first
time
paths
crossed
without
knowing
they were
parting ways?
fine.
Onoma Apr 2019
a deliriously passionate

animal surveys the

barbs of emotion.

tearing into sprints of

freedom, to feel for the cost.

with speedy blank states--

agonies curl into *****,

saying their peace.

an auditorium of razoring

whispers--the sound level

of self-hugs.

— The End —