Posts

Showing posts from September, 2018

Love By Line

Sweet eyes Delicious dark eyes Eyes that look at me I am entranced You sing I hold my breath Your voice rasps Your body sings I can't help but dance along My eye smokes My voice shakes I don't mind at all Crack in the bell Whisper of the spell You must be magic For I am ensorcelled The horizon breaks Your face beams I can't help but melt If I am a symphony You are my conductor My bones are supposed to be strong I guess I hadn't prepared For the way your eyes soften When they take me in Wishing for something Dancing in the dark Open sign flashing Nonchalant beauty Pining and confused We speak Corner of your mouth Tip of my tongue Flash of white teeth Shivering in summer Trembling in the fall Blushing in winter Let's start it all over in the spring Iron heart In the blacksmith's hearth Can you see my pulse jumping? I want to soar over the world But your hand tugs And your fingers intertwine Holding my hand In your lar

Could Be

We sit in the empty amphitheatre The sky grumbling above us You have on that thoughtful smile The kind that makes your forehead crinkle You told me you had something on your mind Something quite pressing, quite pressing indeed And I wait, waiting as the sky seethes above Anticipation building like a wave of froth You told me of a ring and a silky white dress A calico cat purring by a puddle of gold And part of me begins to bleed As you cough again, bending like a blade in the wind They say we are material beings Fickle to the passing of the seasons I cannot think of anything else Watching you wane as the trees turnblack It's such a small room, so bare and white Window speckled with frost Coughing smiling sleeping writhing You live the cycle you always wrote about I hold you as you fall asleep Into the dreamless sleep of dreams I weep over the you of yesterday In a silky white dress, a ring of gold And a calico cat sleeping by a puddle of sil

Wipeout

We see the blood and the feathers We mourn your loss, your hubris and your fall Can you even claw your way back up? You donned the robe of the fire bird   We have told you before   To gain flight, you must burn your heart You soar, but you cannot breathe   You fly, but you cannot see the earth There is no one but the frigid stars to keep you company. A meteor with a golden, fiery tail Blazing furiously through the unforgiving abyss How can this truly be what you want? No longer do you possess humanity There is no beating heart of flesh in your fiery bosom   Nothing but rage and metal and the heat of your fury He had to channel the moon in his veins To raise the ocean to meet the sky He drowned the stars in his tears He forced water into ice, into brittle shards of harm He already buried one golden eyed princess He can do it once more, over and over again. Fire met water in a blaze of steam and rage Mighty grief and mighty anger The land

Summer Poetry Diary Entries

Drifting like a folded paper Slipping between the cracks Wishing for that burning sensation Between my teeth and tongue, tasting summer, savoring fire Steam and smoke, paper pipes Nickels between your fingers Straps and buckles crossing chests Standing at the end of the cross walk Waiting for the lights to turn white Rolling done grey streets My urban fantasy We see those stripes of white Like some cemented ribbons A crown of this city queen Arching tails of ocean spray Liquid jewels gracing the sky's collar I see her ivory hand and her graceful air The great goddess of the sea She nods and sinks below the waves Desert sand and bloodied steel He takes them both in hand Seizing obsidian eyes But there is nothing Between the slave and the wilderness   The sky is a big blue box I'm sitting inside the box Wishing I was in the bigger black box Wanting to see all the floating boxes Shining in the glow of the great yellow box