"uncaressed" poems
how the **** can i be angry when
you help yourself to what's left
after all love is
always the closest thing
to death
bethlehem is restless
terrorist holograms of mary teary unblessed when
death is living every day of your life forever breathless
breathing is all that is left in your chest when the stress hits
regresses to compressing aggressive obsessiveness
********** in pages to confess unspoken messages
the lightening and quiet screams promise me
they'll light my step through this
green grass in it's morning dress
uncaressed by pestilence
beth/rest
you're possessed by this
and the ghosts flitting between the trees
direct me to the places i must have seen in dreams
before i lost the connection to the earth long since
to the directionlessness of adolescence
every vibration left a crack
enough tremor to slide a pin in
and erzebet would visit my skin every night with rumplestilstkin
and they'd spin another needle through the muscle soft as linen,
they promised it would turn to gold, so long
as i stayed hidden at the loom in this prison
shoulders tightening as they thread it away
i look at the money in my minnie wallet and pray
everything safe always seems to go away in a flash
so perhaps it was just that nothing was ever safe
maybe they will leave if i say that i don't
believe in any of these ******* fairies anymore
but maybe i am older than the world is different
and they were just never fairies at all
it seemed to be such a small small place back then
when you could always cheat at LIFE
and run away and play pretend
in your imagination
didn't have to listen to anyone
now cops and parents hate you
and everyone wants to know
what college you've been in cause
surviving is neither irony nor blessing today
just simple catastrophe and endless dissarray
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
the lens of perception
gives distorted answer to the postulated mind
so you crawl thru the muddy sunshine
to her cool bed
through the ink and sweat
of her armpit flavors
to her eye
and steal away her thoughts
and childhood twisted memories
perception beats me about the head with its difficult fists
its angry it always has been
it skitters along on broken insect legs
and speaks in a undefined whisper
it ransacks my pockets of hope
perception is a choice they tell me
i can change it anytime i like
but its stained face waits for me when i shut the light
its reproach waits for me in the uncertainty of her spread legs
in the halflight of morning
she lay sleeping and perception crawls slowly over her
leaving no part of her uncaressed by its warm hand cold eye
and in that slow torture of silent revere i begin to see her differently
i see the flaw in the logic chain that lead her to me
from the far distant mountains where we met
i see the flaw in the chain of events that lead my former
lover to follow a spike out the door
i see the lust chain follow the young and willing partner
as she spreads the flower of her dark treasure
i see these chains and wonder how they bind me
to what fate
to what doom
i cannot perceive
this demonic symphony rolls on ever onward
through the years
through the misery and madness
through the joy and laughter
through the miles and minuets
the lens of perception ever distorting ever tainted
by the cool soft touch of a womans hand
its driving me mad
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
WIN
-terin
your
1st ******
gown WIN
-ter
in your
unbesmearched
pale ****
lips
WIN
-terin
your
unfucked
lovely
pallor
unbroken whiter
lips WIN
-ter
in your
uncaressed
unbearable
innocent ivory
lips WIN
-ter is
an ugly flower
WIN
-ter
is a homely
monthly
blossoming
ruby petaled
rose WIN
-ter breaking
into colorful
heaps of sticky
callous profusions
WIN
-ter
in your
cheeks WIN
-ter is
a hot blushing
gush WIN
-ter
lovely ugly
WIN
-ter
do
you
like
it
WIN
-ter
when they
break your
tenuous
vilely neat
walls WIN
-ter?
hot running
lips WIN
-ter do
you like
hurting
sharp flowers
ruby
petaled
ultimate
painful thorned
flowers
?between the
untouched lips
of your
snowed lips
WIN
-ter
i will
plant so
deep a little
naked keen
rose WIN
-ter
i will bury
it in
you WIN
-ter
and its
hurting
bloom WIN
-ter will
set you
fiercely on
edge WIN
-ter it
will set
you
screaming
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 6:33 AM UTC
The sound of leaves
Listen as they whisper
To the wind of trees
Blow through the forest on through sorrow
Leaves that fall given back life they borrow
Wonder of the silence
And the subtlety of nature at rest
A moment of virtue
That remains uncaressed.
Beauty of endless autumn breezes
And cold quiet winter freezes
The birth of spring when nature reignites
And the setting sun of summer nights.
Stars gaze the earth as we gaze them
Wonders reflecting one another
Eyes, silver stare sight
Shining bright in the watery night
Like a silent black sea unbroken
Holds most beautiful words unspoken.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
There is no way of knowing
how many poems written go unread.
Surely many deserved an early death,
but what of the brilliant verse?
Sad to think a single one
would die, with its author, uncaressed.
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 5:25 PM UTC