twilight
source of his sighs
pdestal for her dreams
land of the unsung projects run
uphill
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twilight
source of his sighs
pdestal for her dreams
land of the unsung projects run
uphill
uphill
first family
then clamor to survive
I want to live in Belize, please
arrive
arrive
day is dawning
the sun still rests in clouds
the rain will dust the tablelands
do chores
so chore
when I could be
reading about vampires
who never do chores, they just last
and need
and need
to breathe you in
my feet are jubilant
my hair dancing a salsa, I
sing you
sing you
what? a sonnet
from Shakespeare or Blake;
Byron is too blunt and crude for
this hour.
this hour
how it galls, and
yet, this place, how it soothes,
adores me that I have a stitch
to wear
to wear
this hour adorns
it's richness a satin
bright as a ruby, clement as
our love
our love
is a phantom
which roams about cyber
like a shadow of virtual beast
in rut.
in rut
him loving her
until the hunters come
all ends in a second: one shot
two kill
two kill
initiative
one kills, consequence
ten kill, blanket occupation
rough break
rough break
wild sea washes
me toward the horizon
fierce waves slam, sink, sea foam strangles
why me?
Why me
Says the faucet
Being twisted. Drip, drip,
Drip says the water in the sink
I think.
I think
in hemispheres
I entertain in spheres
Where does the phosphorescent yield
pick sides?
pick sides
the right or left
I turn and toss trying
not to get up on the wrong side
of bed
of bed
of dreams, perchance,
knitting up missing threads
maintaining the spirit's garments
in light
in light
there is no dark
but shadows persist, watch,
an opening to send in clouds
and rain
and rain
and hail came too
mysterious weather
haunted the space all around there
one day.
one day
one fateful day
the bath water will rise
to my chin and carry me off
to sea
to sea
where the mermen
carry off the truest
believers who fantasize
in style
The cold,
which creeps slowly
and dares me to question
my own brash incredulity
with reason.
in style
I slink into
the ballroom, hold out my
arms and I am swept away by
my prince
with reason
held at bay I
fling my heart into the
fire whose flames encompass rose of
my heart
my heart
aches with pleasure
at the sly, wicked hint
of raucous wayward deluge you
propose
propose
that's a big word
let's just think small for now
thanks for the thought and the dainty
diamonds
propose
some novel scheme
a way to kiss your heart
make you smile from far and near
always.
diamonds
are my best friend
even better than mink
better than the keys to the Rolls
always
diamonds
should not go waste
they are tokens of love
impetus which made me propose
your hand.
your hand
strong and stern, kind
to the food it prepares,
but blatantly ignorant to
sweet tears
sweet tears
moisten my face
a glaze when they harden
that breaks in two when you slice my
trusting
trusting
you will catch me
like the game I fall back
but yet this ain't no game and you
didn't!
Didn't
rise with the sun
to greet the new day, dear.
I left it behind last night and
you, too.
You, too,
I'm done playing,
You've taken it too far,
Too much pain from your hand it came,
I cry...
I cry
in the pit of
my soul where no one's been
since the day you introduced us.
Feel, pain!
Feel, Pain?
is it really?
the squeezing and wrenching
of a heart. it seems pain is too...
simple...:bawling:
from the heart, this is!
Simple
can you be sure?
or is it the toughest
thing you will ever have to do?
choices
choices
i flinch from them
which way do i go now?
what if the way i go isn't
my way?
My way
or the highway
is so very cliche
and I am just here to say HEY!
guess what!?
guess what?!
i am crazy!
i can't help but say
my love is mot my life, but is
my heart...
my heart
is out of me
no literally ah!
hurry please put it back in now!
really!
really?
how can it be?
you were here a sec ago
where did you go so fast away
from me