"unpatched" poems
fragile and self absorbed I've spent a lot of time kneeling
but I've come to find honesty in admitting fear in the new things I'm feeling
there's something about moons and stars being beautiful but out of reach
that I've always found appealing
and I have drown in all my futile pursuits chasing whales into the ocean
but never with my written words, those pros are a dreamers innate commotion
emotional, combustible, percussive, explosions
I've survived a lot of falls and put my heart back together with duct tape
but somehow living always gives me just a little less than it takes
so my words now are few and chosen carefully
and my actions are my attempts at explaining those tangibly
every valentine's bouquet I'm sending
all the anniversary dollars I'm spending
each minute a loving ear I'm lending
but if two people are truly in love, there can be no happy
ending
Hemingway, that's from Snows of Kilimanjaro
an elegant reminder that we've one less day together with every new tomorrow
so I try and explain old emotions as best I know how
if only I could have known in those times the truths I know now
redundant, I'm a record with a deep scratch
tired, I'm the head of a burnt match
useless, I'm a diamond necklace with a missing clasp
bitter, and perpetuating the despair, never letting go of the holes unpatched
hopeful, I'm a dog kicked that keeps coming back
I've survived a lot of falls and put my heart back together with duct tape
but somehow living always gives back just a little less than it takes
I can see that in the wrinkles carving roads in my face by the mile
and I noticed that there's more lines where I scowl than where I smile
duct tape and regrets I've spent a lot of time kneeling
it's probably time to apolgize and stop reeling
but eating my own words sounds uncomfortably filling
so I guess I've said a lot of things that I'll never have the chance for repealing
somehow I've always sensed it since I was very young
that I would always be looking back as I rocketed forward
humming the songs that were already sung
reading old greeting card’s they've forgotten and feeling tortured
fragile and self absorbed I've got a lotta duct tape
survived a lot of falls without becoming fake
but somehow living always gives me
a little less than it takes
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
Come forth dear child
For now the sun will be your treasure
And you
Its only soaring feather
Spring forward
As the ripple will continue
Move outward
Bright amber light
Grow past
The small divide
To the unifed center where together lives
In Technicolor pattern
Feel the balance
Of unpatched wholeness
Soul of whole
Wonder to wander
For you
Are a mystified lover
Of the earths affair
With the human race
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
we shall test once
this ‘nothing is coincidental’
bias
to sense all senses
as if not ours
to fill a bucket full
of thoughts
as if not ours
to place the body
temporarily
in a tree
as if not ours
and connect
these lines
to a wireframe
as the collaborative work
of the ingenious director
and the engineer
both of which
staged their dream
as one complete piece
not longer than
all that could be perceived
in one lifetime
“so much work
oh so much work
still to be done …”
s/he said
in the meantime
yet 5 minutes should just be enough
for that ...resolution
without wondering and complaint
you know what to do
you walk the path
like a tailor
sleeping and waking up
working on one garment just
tagged as life
tailor that will sleep and wake up
until the garment is unpatched
so they will disappear all together
a garment that makes one invisible
when cycles are dropped
when autumn leaves shower
to show off
what they can do for me -jubilantly
as I pass
because I pass
I hear the twithoo
of the nobly circling wild bird
resonating from far aways and depths of the
valleys that are known so well to both of us
one of us though forgets sometimes:)
She
the bird of wisdom is there
to remind me of
who I truly am
once again
patiently
by the sharpness of the sound
that contours the visibility of the thick mist
as friendly monsters of childhood dreams
and I look up
Sky is
while you would be reading these lines
No you can’t disprove me
nothing is coincidental
but I still like to play the coward sometimes
and incidentally ;)
hide under the safe blanket of your poetry
making it a patchy garment of you and me
that will be dropped someday
non coincidentally
for one love only
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
Whilst lingering in a hell bound past
and making uncomfortable use
of your smile
I redeem myself
-----
before pale flashes
of the visions you encounter
and wishes
of the rose garden blooming in winter
you come to see the harsh reality
-----
no given reason will come
nor foreign obstacles
to your daily redemption
and a surprisingly valuable scenery
reminds you of these times
-----
setting yourself up as a negative ploy
for but the upmost gravely feelings
and destined an unpatched fate
your mind is empty
and your soul drops dead
-----
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
Living in this world may seem
That no matter what, we live in teems.
Walking through this unpatched path,
while the snow falls, nature will have its wrath.
This snow may not come with end.
Thou hath not sorrow but fend,
For the time of thee, end it shalt.
Hath not time for teen, for the treasure's awaiting.
Life must never be in space
Even in timeless space, fire can burn bright with a blaze.
Time in grief will be spent in Limbo of Hell.
Open the gates, someone has rung the bell.
In the celestial balance, will thee be worth as much as gold?
Seeing the memories of one unfold.
Enjoy the riches of Earth while you can
Before anyone changes that plan.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 7:03 PM UTC
My heart has been set ablaze
Mind is stuck in a cave
Your heart is what I must tame
We're driving each other insane
Who is to blame but who am I to say.
Drugs are what have overcame
Keeping us partially sane
I wish to be more brave, going insane
Heart as hard as stone
Feelin it when my feet tread through snow.
Your heart beats a sad monotone
There's a unpatched cut in my heart
My only wish is to keep yours from being ripped apart.
There's a blade against your heart
Barrel against my chest
I can't take another breath
Dark shadows haunt me
Counting down my death
Grey clouds stalk me
Knives falling from the sky
Rain drops hurt me
Your soul burns me
And your touch melts me
One has never felt such pain as thy
I have the affection you need
Tell me why your heart must bleed
This is one thing I ask, I plead
The darkness is what your sadness feeds and where I rest my left knee
Prayed to a diety, speech is which he granted me
Spoke is what I did indeed
Told him what I need, that is of a key
Bided my soul just to see you walk free
Would you cry for me?
No, just think of me, as you walk free
Don't pray for me
Just wait for me
When you near your final breath I can finally rest.
Death will not do us part.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC