in poetry, he knows how to color a young tree, a sky in the summer, an ocean, or even a dancing emotion. But pleading with the daimon to come sing to the sparkling thunder that would tear the rusty dome asunder, is a different story altogether. (c) LazharBouazzi
of my first trike The poetry of red and white The poetry of pedaled motion Piston footed! Vision frozen! Head and hair gone separate ways! Freedom found on Glory Days! Down the sidewalk runway riding! Faster! Faster! Out of hiding! Faster! Faster! Spirit! Gliding! Faster! Faster! Up! And free! My body can’t catch up with me! Somewhere in the days between I left my trike in rusty scenes Traded life for lesser stuff Left the trike and kept the rust Until a friend came to my door With gamesy thoughts that life is more Than failed hopes and rusty bits— Pointing skyward! Tag! You’re it!
Spilt upon the breathing tide
The shadows of our former pride Stained with gilded, rusty gore Songs upon the breeze still scream From barren bog and skylit sea Once were sung but nevermore Clouds cry crimson in the lake The moons and stars the sky forsakes As darkness falls on ****** shores
He moved away in 5th grade
A few towns down Never saw him or heard of him after that until the news. Taught me how to write my number 9's Fancy like they did in the text book We joked about movies we liked in 3rd grade But he was hit by a car and killed at age 13 1/3 of our middle school hung our heads like a rusty sign on a graveyard gate and the other 2/3 chatted about not knowing him All he is known for now is his ending The news advertised his life as "Hit by a car and died" The obituary sums him up but only we know the real him and what lies behind that title
The storm has gone
It's eerily quiet As darkness creeps in I try not to fight it. My body is broken ****** and mangled I hug my knees closer My heartstrings all tangled. My skin is stripped away Taking my protection My thoughts are dull rusty blades Cutting deep, horrid infections.
Please, don't leave me alone...
Sometimes sacrifices are
Necessary in order to climb The monumental ladder of life Enemies to attack you out of spite Fight night just around the corner Are you ready for the opponent? Shaken but not stirred my views On daily living all taken in at once The ones that say they'll be there Can stab you in your trust with Their rusty pulse can't slow down now..