Thrown away carrom men
Hunting for the queen
Grey white turqoise marbles
a spinning top on the table
an electric motor a gadget then
bifid nibbed fountain pen
Cassette wheels and a chip of steel
ran faster than ritzy hotwheels
tazos and trumps spurred triumphant jumps
peacock clay in redolent sandalwood
I collected and carry in the treasure of childhood

I stare at the world
through turquoise eyes
and I see the pain
and the suffering
caused to every one else
it stabs through me
just like a blunt knife
a scream to the sky
"why must I care!?"
every scratch
every bruise
I feel on my very own body
I don't know why it has to be this way
I just feel like this
every single day
I've taken acting lessons
and I know how to not show it
but I also have a habit
of over doing it
so staring, seemingly lifelessly
at the world through turqoise eyes
I'm called a heartless person
but that just hurts even more
I just can't stand it
why does my world have to be this way?
I don't let any one else
see the pain that's caused me
every single day
at some rare times
I'm able to forget it
but that doesn't mean
that it ever even leaves
it haunts me
every single ****** day of my life
and I'm only able to release my emotions
through these ****** *** lines
of drunken, depressed emotions
and I stare at them angrily
through these turqoise eyes
I know I **** at writing
and I **** at singing
I fail at everything I try
I might as well die!
I sit alone in my room
staring at these blank, depressing, white walls
through these turquois eyes
but I still hear the screams
of all of the abused children
I still see the blood
soldiers of every race shed as they fall to the ground
I still feal the pain
of all those I've met
I still smell the filth
of the crumbling homes of those in third world countries
I still taste the tears
that slip into my mouth, as I sit here crying
I stare in to your eyes
with my own turquois eyes
and I ask you now and forever
"Do you have the guts to show the world that you care?"

This is all a big joke
You and I are just passing time
Until extinction

I have teeth of pig iron
And my back is a mountain
When I stretch in the sunrise
Oak trees snap and echo strangely
In the valley of my spine

A she bear walked upon my knees
Scraping her claws against my thigh
Birds soar about my forehead
Great whales swim in my mouth
Wolves hunt in the kingdom of my belly
And howl as I kiss the full face of my moon

Foxes learn the twists and curves of my palm
Rabbits burrow in my chest
Deer graze upon my feet
And the green bulbs of my eyelash
Bloom white blossoms

I reached up
With calloused hands
I felt the delicate slumber of stars
I cast them to the earth
And crushed them beneath my great bare feet

I ate the earth
Much like a green apple
And put the nickel core In my pocket
I put Sol in my mouth
And the universe was dark for a while

I grow tired of sleep
And I dream madly of  the road again
Women wear long silk gowns
They whisper words and grab my arms
They open my mouth and pour in tankards
Of dark drink
Burning
Burning down in my belly

They slept in the crook of my arm
And the long black hair tickled my face
They were silent when they awoke
And my slumber was deep
They cut my throat ear to ear
Laughing as my blood poured into the cauldron of the sea
Laughing as they snip my hair with scissors
Laughing as they remove my left eye
*We are fate your body is beautiful
Oh King, give us your turqoise eye
We have a knife/a good sharp knife!
We can feast forever on a sliver of your skin
And will build the earth again with your sinew

the memories we have slowly will fade those glorious memories colored turqoise and jade. i'll miss your laugh and beautiful smile the way you love, but all the while i'll remember the good and realize our love has been strong and true and everything i miss will be you. I said I loved you and that will always remain, even as my tears fall like rain.

I had never liked the color blue
until they had tried to guess what my favorite color was.

"Blue," They had squealed, with such assurance and brightness
that I didn't want to say that it wasn't; that my favorite color was magenta.

But now
I can't stop seeing blues
wherever I go.

I see it in the deep hues of the ocean;
a dark blue abyss.
In the sky, both night and day.
I see bright hues in space; in stars and nebulas.

I see it in the birds with painted azure and teal feathers
who zip around above us, chittering to themselves;
and the flowers beneath our feet
with such fragile and intricate petals; colors as dark as midnight and as bright as aquamarine.

So many kinds of blue.
Navy, royal, cyan, turqoise.
Each has their own hidden charm, their own correlation with an object or feeling.

Now that I see so much blue, and what wonders it represents
and what emotions it brings,
I wonder why magenta had ever been my favorite.

in a xebec,
we sail...
seas,
of turqoise, teal
and cerulean blues...
with horses white and alabaster,
galloping in wavelets,
beside,
the creaking mahogany,
hand caulked hull.
the brass once shining bright
is now speckled,
by the salt of posiedon's
briny brow

above the masts.
one two and three,  
hold the lanteen sails,
set free, in a flurry
of canvas hysteria.
full and billowing,
now,
they propel us,
gently onward.

you and i recline,
undecorously,
on a plethora,
of bright morrocan cushions.
like bees,
busily rummaging,
among the flower petals.

as the sun sings the days
lullaby,
in the east,
in notes of tangerine and  buttercup yellow.

yellow
you waited for me in madrid
blue
your presence granted me pain in granada
orange
within breaks of pain i was granted joy in segovia
turqoise
i truly remembered how much i love you in toledo
black
you hated me in seattle
white
i learned love without pain is not love
gray
you granted me life