"tows" poems
twas a most disturbing scene
in a kitchen at Aberdeen
the details are too horrific
to disclose
let's say this
and this alone
the forensic team
had to ladle some bone
bits of dermis
were scattered around
the kitchen compound
the wife had done the deed
she'd disposed of her husband
who was a bad seed
he'd been thumping and slapping
her around
knocking her with force
to the ground
she'd contended
with his rough house treatment
for far too long
so she decided
to right his wrong
she's in prison
doing time
but it is her husband
who now tows the line
domestic violence
did him no favors
a woman was pushed
one too many times
in a kitchen at Aberdeen
gruesome was the crime
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 8:14 AM UTC
Safe from stormy icy cold
from stars sheltered too below
a wish I am
to my captive be
all this thou provideth me
The ice breaker tows us in
sweet lies lavished
beneath our skin
mothered
fathered
dear!!!
Dear ravaged
bitter sweet
lovingly deceived
tucked into sheets
from teddy bear
to milky squeezed
thigh soothing
the life that's oozing
**** a doodle
screeching out in fright
of little egg
earnest yearning
heeding calling
of thee other will
spontaneity
river spawning
No time for times sake
Not a one
would be
mistaken
Only the shrunken
fear forsaking
Run hare run
way out
out
beyond sight
of the knowing
knowing though
scent lingers
in the nose
of the tortoise
and tortoises
whom are stalking
Run run
has gotten far
hid from heaven
spinning faulty
stars heathen
tales of yore
which simply
just keep moving
But delight
is
a wedding cake
in a heart
you can see
taste
taste the spin
of spinning me
Dance too
to the rhythms
and beatings
of sticks
****** quick
to the depths
of your last breath
of the last breathing
Our hearts
the rhythm
Ones soul
The beating
of skin
On our drums
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 11:05 AM UTC
Panic's jewel...
Or, is that pride?
Poor relenting, to you...
The question of irony on your side?
Places and things, together
With a real appetite for life's regency
So, sophisticated, the liberty of kind to bother
An open air, of a wish that found deception's history...?
My undone mercy, my marveling hope
Is with a ghost of a chance, the truth
In a guarded fist, to promise a shared cope?
If any pout of lore, is a wish that sought your youth...
I will follow...
Despairing consciences, with a blinking stare at honor
That defies home for one thing only, that is to harrow...
The dread in a tear, found for a salt that told a story:
Once upon a time, and the tenderness of couth
To wake upon a simple bed, the taste of harmony in league
With itself, the role of unity and vice, come the riches of who
Is a part defined, and who is a smarter focus divine, of each?
Which will the tows of remorse...
Work as we said, they have the skill's of duress to laud
And heraldry of a looming proportion, to understand the worse
The life of another lords prophet, the can and the callous odd...
Here is such, the lies or levity we fate
With a rekindled fire, for what is a stranger look, of desperation
Sincerity or since charity is a fool for itself, the world of sate
Is a kindness only a lover could afford, the very gift of intimation?
Tomorrow?
And the ides of heathen politeness, are here
To simply move forward and borrow
The truth in an order and repute, that has oneself to bless, with another's fear...?
Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 1:25 AM UTC
i am getting close to hopeless
my emotions are out of focus
soaking in the frozen coldness
poison potion, no open closeness
no hand to hold or chosen motions
coping with a social corrosion
broken soul of eroded notions
lowly tows of imploding oceans
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Guarantee the valley...
Sweat and simple salt
Shared by constant, and fluent reasons
The tale of taste in a long run, for a hidden fault
Twists of fate, insists of courtesy
The truth be told, I have no problem
With wisdom, the tale of evidentiality
But a wise more, to finish anger, is our whim
Latent, the sobbing of a charisma
Sweet endeavor, do I seem the better of others?
When a promise of significance, is ours for the only dilemma
That will make liberty, a levity in justice, the irony of lovers?
We have the time, to tell you another story...
Through the timid shall, the world has a future to beautify
With all of a sincerity's bloom, a pyre to worry?
And the coming victory of self and same, a lucre we identify
With hatred...
Here to say, in language we see, is an assured privilege
The tows of compelling a home to sing the body lead
To wishes in the name of God, is anywhere here and now, a legend?
Poise of a common nose, to the grindstone
Welcome us to the table of vice, like a halt of decency
Among the clouds or finished with sunshine early, we have sown
The new, with now, the needs of all; any soul to show humanity...
Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 8:27 PM UTC
Out by the Strange Creek a little drunk,
I built a tower of stone, an imaginary throne,
I pondered of power and sat on a stump,
The moon hung like an old friend from up above,
There were many around, laughing and happy,
A few on the guitar sounded a little sappy,
Tents dotted the river, and I dipped my tows in the sand,
The stars up above illuminated the camp but not the bands,
Too many drugs made there way around,
back in the woods everyone gathered around a stage,
and jammed the music, they blazed,
for themselves, their future, but mostly the present,
Their bodies swayed, in a daze,
Acid, **** liquor and E
Oh boy, it was a party,
but the last bit of my sober self,
turned inwards and the whole of me felt,
the seven chakras flowing through me,
connecting me to infinity,
We partied for three days, acid babies littered the place,
We drank for our mistakes, and listened to The Machine,
The wall flowing through me,
We freed our bodies, and our souls to the void,
On the last night we were over joyed,
But now that I'm leaving I feel it slipping away
My crown chakra back into the haze,
My mind's eye back into a cage,
My throat chakra back underneath,
My heart chakra feels only grief,
My solar plexus can't handle a nexus,
My sacral is fine though, trust me,
But my roots,
They don't even trust me
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
I'm overcome with sadness
It's not the biting sadness
The choked sobs
that are brought about
by the jolt of a sudden death
or the fresh sting of
a broken relationship
It's not the aching sadness
The somber introspection
of missed opportunities,
of wasted days
of long lost loves
It's not the oppressive sadness
that depression brings,
wrapping around your head
in suffocating silence
that leaves you numb to the world
that makes you believe that happiness was
only a fairy tale
Rather...
It's the warm sadness
as the tinges of autumn begin to show
and you realize that the summer
was never meant to last forever
It's a familiar sadness as you realize
that everyone changes
and the person you once were
no longer exists, for better or worse
It's the sadness that nostalgia
tows along with fond memories
of summer vacations
of drunken antics
of foolish lust
of fading friendships
The sadness that tells you that
"Things will never be this way again"
But also reminds you that they were never supposed to be
and that's perfectly alright
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
In the land of plenty.
In the land of throw away.
All the silent voices,
dancing every night away.
In the land of freedom.
A bigger freedom than the rest.
A place, it seems that colour,
can place you, under their arrest.
A place where freedom
tows the line,
underneath the dollar sign.
In the land of plenty.
Underneath the dying sky.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
Tows of since
Synchronicity is to be married
Working heed, and the beauty in silence
As a reward once lent, is twice carried...?
Tallys and totals
The future has us to fare a new question
That calmly collected, is a sanity we hold...
With a callous before careful hand, we should a blessing...
Marvels in love...
State and sake affluency, the fickle lives
That make you and me, the score of does
A changing season protecting order of or what denies?
Patiently, the run of a lifetime
Spoil in thorough stead, despair to care once more?
For anything more, moving faster than a harmony's light
The tale of destiny, with lips to prove strangers know the words...
Half a mind to open a vanity...
With another's neglect, the truth be golden adage
To a liming hope, the act of redoubt, in all sanity...
With a holy mercy, for anyone who would learn it, a world's rage?
Epitaph to a wishing wind, alive in the senses
We adjust to humanity, with tears come the spite of terror...
Sincerity to follow and act, upon a world of wisdom's ends
That were, the stone of seclusion in a lover's midst, a gain of heirs?
Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 2:39 PM UTC
Patience's home
Sweet and merciful, the tows of resolve?
Account me the silence, the hint of some
Verily fascinated, the tools of cares know the world...
Livid, the tale between two legends
Found curiosity, saviors share of woes...
To remember the clash of waits, worth, and winds
The clue of frustration, if not forces to believe, hold...
Running avarice, the told whisper of when
A prayer has sat right in front of you...
Can a heart be ever so erudite, a sincere occur to then?
Just one more stone of merit, of a liberty to collect who...
Since we are here, the total of unity...?
For a quiet question, sought by instinct
And the callous might we admit; is a reason, a ready...
Quote of vanity and its verisimilitude, and with a wink...
The eyes of existence
Realizing the poise if not poignancy of few's
And looking long beyond the order of meaning's resilience
Can the past of love, be the future for kinder soon's?
Apr 7, 2023
Apr 7, 2023 at 2:53 AM UTC
Time passes a thought
To another, in a climbing sense of renderings...
We see the call to unify, in a shy voice ought?
Today was a marveling hour, we could marvel's ends...
Bite me...with a resolve?
They said the sour news is a welcome sunshine
With pets and history to come at all...
Of a younger moment to be quiet, for a composure of time...
Hours as we know, a fixation on else
Can be, the truth be found in a place of sin
Was this imagined tongue, the saying of wealth
Yet to be, the stir of justice of what is a craved wince...
Of passion over a legend to become, our friends
The tale we notice, and simplify by devoid and avoid
Is but a loose remark of such to roll and imbue, the like we end
As if the world knows any better: the fight of certainty's choice...?!
Sly or slime?
Tows of redoubt, between lovers or a heroism of dry finality's
Sunny as we should note, is about the hour I am trying
We see the traitor of commonness and pence, our humor is...
A rushing eye, to know a catastrophe
That is being a silent opportunity, to approach though
And worth the implied key, we find in the future feat
Of lying to the misses, when a game is for those we hosted, should first owe...?
Jun 16, 2022
Jun 16, 2022 at 12:49 AM UTC
Let's flee together to distant shores, with sights to behold, tales of the melodies untold.
Teeming fields with blisters of hope.
Even as we flee, i want you to look forward, give into these sensations, let these emotions flow.
Memories or stories untold, to the future, pass the baton.
Sail through the winds, cruise with your fragile tows.
Let it go, let it loose. Become a force, not a man. With energies unparralleled, swift as wind, ride your horses without a saddle.
For you have lost none, except the fields you have never battled.
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
It starts as a whisper
And it grows
A flip of the hair
Curiosity flows
The majesty in a walk
Interest tows
Chance meetings
Are planned stows
Hoping to share a glance
Desperation sows
Reality takes over
Sadness woes
It returns to a whisper
No one ever knows
Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 8:08 PM UTC
Dare the dainty
All in eaves, a dance of we've
Sour regards for a knowing heed, the eclectic key
Wavering in the air, to tell a story of finality
Salt, dust and whatever else
Rhymes with damnation, the tows of veracity
Become like lucky butterflies, the solution in bells
To worth and occur, with a certain mighty...
Sounds of music, to die for
Through the hollow of sunshine we find so warm
The completion of a single thought for avidity, so sore
Has the curiosity of chances, and the decency, only more
Should we shoulder a pathetic distance, from the nerve?
Or is causes guidance, to a realm of liberty ensconced
We woke, and walked to the notion adding, a due friend
With seasons of come, to light the way to sits, of around...
About now
The tale has become ours for a looking have, and the moment gave
Mirrors, seldom fears and a host to what nears
The romance of aptness, for a circle of deem, that has it to save...
Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 5:17 PM UTC
The moon rises, and the sea glistens with the desire to reach out and touch you.
The waves pull you under and you are caught in the dance between sea and stars, the tango of the currents.
You feel what love is for the first time.
Ferocious, endless, unobtainable, reckless.
Sinking into the salty, inky depths, you feel love is also steady, quiet, intimate, all-encompassing.
A hand tows you to the surface and onto the shore.
You gasp at the invasion of oxygen;
you thank the man who saved you from such a committed relationship.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
Meandering
Notion to exceed the divine
Ask us when the miracle of courageous
Welfare, has seen the kinder kind
Mythological
Tastes of overt yesterdays
Tender to aversion, and the image we will
To assurances form, the candor of a little more may
Monumental
Slower by the composure we derive
From the subtlety of eventual
Lucre, and the sour dream of purposed new lives
Meagerly
The tows of responsibility
All to for, forth else in behavior
Will we sit for a new condition, of precept?
Momentum
In motion for a nuance to decide
Is the clash of wisdom with the wishes of when and idiom
The patience of collapse of intuition into the name of a vice
Moreover
Light to a realm of future possibility
Simple advances on the needs of time, and its lover
Caring for the nots that make us a requited whimsey
Mother
Add the bless, the basis of cope and assist
Taken to world's bared for a living other
Merely the best of us, to keep the entourage of is, this the kiss?
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
As a sea wishes it could see
A bee longs for more to be.
And I wish to meet the eye
Of every passing passerby
A waist that wants to waste away
The monster that prays for every prey
The one that wishes it could have won
A nose that knows,
A toe that tows
The burden of an ode I've always owed.
Sep 1, 2011
Sep 1, 2011 at 4:19 PM UTC
Didn't, to foretell?
Have and need soon, the exaction in a pace
We foretell is peace, a looking wish, well...
The reach of a new passion, seldom in may?
Choices
Staring ours, to win the pardon
Here is my, courtesy in new sources...
That collect a need, with calm as a problem
Hatred, is a role to finish a thought
With a deed's chaste...
Welcome it to a liberty, with no future, but a whim...?
That worlds have claimed that no man may pass...
Up
In heaven, them and tows of charisma
Curious, enough to understate love?
With another use, in the corner with its own; enigma
Here indeed...
The irony of response, kindness, to wrap a frank finger
About the succor of purpose, the identity of becoming heed
Been whether a bit lip, a changing season and a breeze to linger...
In your soul, with a boding craving...
Peace was a simple friend, that you sent to a lovelorn ghost?
Speak your piece of a puzzle, none the less a work in saving...
Another way, from the spoils of worlds, that has come to host:
Us
The praise of angst, for a belly of conscience and mere?
An awakening hindsight to love, to remind in certain voice, thus
Is its own reward when a callous promise shines; is, was never fear...
Sep 9, 2022
Sep 9, 2022 at 4:58 PM UTC
with breath you found me
wandering, wading along the
turquoise silver shoreline
of your eyes
as if in a dream developing
at high tide
the amazon cobalt thighs
of the ocean moans your name
gushing, churning up sea foam
and glistening sand
tows us out to vastness
no land beneath our feet
nothing to hold on to
not even each other
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
in the pulsing basement
with the blue lights people curve
their bodies to others like twin
quotation marks, the beginning
or the end of something, a place so
many words could go but
for the music swallowing them whole.
when will I stop being afraid of
you long enough to look you in the eye?
don’t tell me a single ****** thing.
it’s so hard to like people
when you know too much about them.
hands on hips press fingerprints
into bone, broad palms on slim silhouettes,
so many people falling for shadows
that we have to keep the lights turned low.
stumbling on the swells of the bass,
just looking for arms to catch us.
we dance like we need another body
to support us, like there’s something here
left to save. if I don’t try to kiss you
will you stay?
please don’t give a **** about me.
please, just take me home so I can fit
the shards of my spine to yours
and break myself again in the morning.
everything is happening on the wrong side
of a wall I built myself
but when you throw me up against it
I think I can hear my heart a little better.
our friends are dancing next to us
and I watch them like they know what they’re
doing, like here’s a lesson I was born to learn,
I have lived this life so many
different ways and none of them have
ever made him love me.
a girl tows a boy up the spiral staircase,
dark mascara tracing the shadows
beneath her eyes.
I wonder if they’ve broken
each other yet.
I wonder if they’ve found
what they’re looking for.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
Misery owns me...
Angels and harmony, to till a silence
With the mouth of where simplicity has a means
To an end, of self and occlusion to find, a chance
With the hours of love
In the circle of friendship, we dote
Is a mercy in form and function, if not a covenant
Of success in its drive, to the names of an infinite vote
Strangers of pasts, in the seem?
A passion with cold shoulders but heavens heart
When we are a clash to seek a question in the stir we deemed
Is a purpose beyond our matters, a living stone of what start?
A trying hope, in the needs of mere, than a person justified...
But the call of destiny in a honor to prove, the lasting
And the lesson of providences divine mind...
Where one more soul to take the liberty, outweighs even love to lend
Running for privileges seen, patience in a worthed peace
Stopping not, for pride, the tows of when suppose is a swallow
Of complexity to turn distances into another soul, of these
We have met the only God of powers, ourselves to know better allowed
Misery owes me...
Readied kind, and salute to wishes I will keep, in know
The better of many things, the truth to rally a sojourn to we
The people of history, with a moment in the sun and its care, more
Nov 20, 2023
Nov 20, 2023 at 1:58 PM UTC
Roses, we never...
Stations of man...
Seasons of women, lover...
The promise of cares to know elan...
The personality of curiosity
The passion of consciences need, me
Actual live and lets live, is patience's heed?
The voice of causes in love with the sea...
Prepare a friend for a choice, in silence
In a careful our, the times to share a challenge
That lowly, is a seldom seen force, that comes to ends
Like us, but in the portion of beauty, is a stone to many...
Finish your daydream with a salt...
Majority's and meager kind, waits with a palpable goal
Prevailing upon a coping house, we conceive of liberty's all
As a welfare of stigmata, like a child of quiet to fulfil strength's, of old...
Archaic sensibility's, the role of service
To an ideal, adding wishes, of privilege to step forward
Thirst and communion of hunger, has become a beauty's sigh
With but a kindred to assume a whole chance, of a needy star?
Resolute, lovers remind, the sincerity of ambience
Is like the back of the land, a halo of voice to share, the new
And then, the silence of composure broken, with a stare to bless
The rosey attitude of health, that worships a pace of peace to come soon
Fed with liberty, and the tooth of summation
A body will know the lingering shadow of timidity
Shall, tows of waiting powers, the keep of intuition...
Is my fury at secrecy owed, or is my cause a saving identity?
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 2:00 PM UTC
Sunshine with a memory
For you, a silent opportunity
In a stranger's smile, the thief of worry
Has a callous sake, a gift to those that seek nativity
A role of simplicity, if not seemly kind
The searching and adoring reach
Of sincerity in churched thought, is a wieldy mind
Of patience for mercy to step forward, and claim each?
Behave yourself, a promise to keep
Has the voice of uncertainty
When if, is to be a heart in the leap
Of such, to verify vanity is much more than a key
Have, and hello...
So fine, adjusted to curious mores
Nary come a well-wishing same, in spare owe
There is always the option, of determining lives worth
Falling asleep, in the sun
A wind of sparer tows, to remember a fate beyond...
Sulking in the needs of another, welfare of whole, come
Has a burden let, been the sake we knew, of a graceful some?
Jun 11, 2024
Jun 11, 2024 at 1:29 PM UTC
Heaven help us
Still to fore, the whole
In a dismayed cause, thus
A chastity has made, a world its dole?
Light in the meadow
Where smiles are long enough to care
Such a small favor to ask, a vice be a rainbow
When a favor is for the same as salt, are we married?
Light in the shadows
Sense in a serious hand, has the tomorrow
To wait in simple glares and stymied knows
The wishes of another drop of rain to borrow
Light in the way
To find the such, a realizing friend
With the common for proof, the tows of may
Adding their stoic reply to an age old question...
Can a whole day, dream longer than another, loved?
Before you answer, is a caring we, the timid also
Measure upon pleasance, the truth has garnered us
The platitude of each, in the name of what was, though...
Anarchy at the cost of gifts and their expression
Implied **** to wish we weren't so very vain
Kindness of a legend, to secure a role with where this is leading
And the success of a stand for one night, of worth's rain
Hill's to call home, and an availing wind to come, hungry?
A liberty in renown, that has a song on its mind, heaven?
Space for a little more silence, than a chance with all, demanding?
Sharing a thought for only more, is like a half-eaten pride, given?
Judgment of a God given sate
Under the feet of liberty, is a wager of brass and steel, colloquial
Merit in a simple eye to look and see our fate
Ready as we ever are, the drama of sincerity has seen it, a promise to marry little soul's...
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 3:36 AM UTC