Joy Joy Joy...

The damage is done,
The packages won.
Yay for black Friday,
Christmas has begun.

Drawn across the paper.

The poet of a person, is all wrapped up in time.
Gathering the memories, they are trained to rhyme.
The pieces in the table, the hands upon the strings.
Recollecting feelings, some words began to ring:

"Why do we fall in love with fools,
why do we go and break all the rules.
As far as we know, love is always blind.
But thick enough to make us last...
pushing through the grind."

The hands slow the notes, and eyes begin to wander.
Waiting for the flood, that comes along with ponder.
The presence of a person, can be just as hard as leaving.
And every reader knows, a lover's painful grieving.

The soul knows no boundaries, only sudden wrong or right.
When it grasps at it's true love, it may be left without a light.
The eyes come back to the page, still without a reason.
Musing that a sprig of hope, may still be in season.

When you won't speak to me.

How long have I swallowed this sour agony, rhythmic wantings of my heart.
Confusion slipping, silently sliding down a path that can't be foreseen.
Smiles forced from these wounds, wounds on top of scars…
Silent pain bleeds the most, pours upon ashes, dehydrated soul, it wonders.

Truth

The best things to gain,
Will always come with pain.

Pain can produce fear, doubts and walls. But pain can also produce compassion, wisdom and growth. Change your perspective, and you will change your direction.

What's left.

 Less I am, it's only me.
Less I am, much less than she.

 Less I have than the world devout,
Less I have, I'll do without.

 Less I'll be, it's still just me
The less I reveal, the more you see.

Never be so strong that you cannot feel, try so hard that you cannot see, or pretend so well that you cannot hear your own heart. -Watched 'Mansfield Park

The greatest thing you can ever learn, is just to Love and be Loved in return.

Enraptured in the twirling nets,
the chains immortal to repay her debts.
Thirst unquenched, "Entertain us" they cried,
Through a thin smile, "Solitude" replied.

Flesh for sale, as though not her own,
Pictured in the frame of woe.
No gift of Love, No rose Divine,
A temptress  kiss will be her remise

To be Artist is to be real,
but to be Business is to appeal…
yet as a person,
there's much more to reveal.

your reprimand is all
I need to compromise.
A compliment is all
I need to respond.

You shut me out
with every remark.
i wish you'd come back
and unlock my heart...

Here's my haiku

Sing the tune, but make it your very own. Your voice won't add to the song unless it is renown.


Here's my Haiku:

My haiku haiku,
Haiku haiku hi haiku,
Bye haiku haiku

The fading.

My heart is full of pictures
My soul is filled with words.
But admidst all the adjectives
I cannot find the verbs

A flower withers in the past
But the oceans fail to dry.
And though my brow be wet with dew,
These thoughts will never die

Chrome

Inside I am all gray, the outside filled with color.
Patterns of purple and orange, the surface is torn,
as if I am another.

The grays will stay, fade like the day as the values
are eclipsed. But colors leap with vivacity,
when a kiss is on my lips.

Strange and uncommon, the sublime automatics...
Along came the lights, lipid texture and aromatics,
testing reflective intensity.

At the height of the epiphany, the orgasmic sounds of divinity
effect my walls of my heart. Chromatics flow in,



Then I will fall,
not think at all,
when i depart,
just think of my art...

Please hang it on your wall.

The end of the beginning

I won't wallow, I won't sigh
You've had your chance and i've had mine.
When what we thought was love is through,
I'll still have me and you'll only have you.

Sentiments

Sentimental with so much doubt, 

I will hold you when your hope runs out. 

Love you to the moon and back... 

when time is gone and the sky is black.

On your river you'll travel strong,
onward as you write your song.
Eclipsed in reflection of stars so bright,
Moving with them, it all feels right.

They sing with you to your delight,
every evening you match their light.
As the waters stretch deep and long,
nothing now, can ever be wrong.

Yet fragile as ice you are inside,
knowing your worlds could collide.
If you cascade into an ocean of fear,
remember that i'm always here.

Deep, sensitive, strong.

Emotions will ALWAYS hinder what you see. Like a filter, they manipulate and skew. Setting yourself up for success is done by allowing those emotions to go free within a boundary. Outside of those bounderies there is reason to become damaged.

Boundaries misused will result in a cold, fearful person.

All i've ever done.

Secrets

Those words all stuck inside my head
lie in a book beside my bed.

Not all are truth I must admit,
masquerade of folly and wit.

Secrets of the lessons learned,
secrets that I should have burned.

Love affairs i've never had,
in solemn painfulness I clad

When it comes time, for truth be told,
by a heart so clean and cold...

it's likely then, that i'll be old.
my life be spent and all but sold...

The book will come, soft and bold
and speak of secrets all untold.

Poetry only rhymes in motion, 

like crested waves upon the ocean.

I wonder how long I will endure to see, 

this evidence that is all but me... 

Inferno

The plundering of my soul
is no secret, listless grieving
The pleasure of my suffering
for your expensive teething

No frustrations will you bear,
I'm the eclair of your delight
Exaggerate your folly,
as you fuck me up all night

Forgiveness is a foothold,
to some amazing grace
But for freedom from this internal war,
there has to be a place...

Breakup

The stars are blinking, ever winking, thinking of that one goodbye.
He came to me out of the blue, i loved him too, out of the gray blue sky.

Lifting laughter, from the rafters, all tucked in the yellow hay.
The floating dust, a ring of trust, caressed in the sunset of the day.

And in the evening when we kissed, quietly, silently in the mist,
the vile dark mist, i might have missed, the lack of luster in his kiss.

And in the grass as we reclined, neither to speak of the feeling implied.
The dying tide, a warning sign, the dawn now seemed so far behind

Lying there among the dew, i asked his eyes, if love was true.
I waited in the pools of blue, waiting, watching for a clue.

Those seeking eyes began to rise, i followed them up to the skies.
Then i knew, and then it grew, that boys like him, don't compromise.

Is physical attraction subjective or objective?

Ribbon of Red

The music dances
and all romances
have fled this small dark room.

With love in sight
it just feels right
midst the impending gloom.

Heightened reeling,
scented feelings,
we'll humor wine some more.

Beyond your eyes

there may be lies

but that's behind the door.

Eclipsed by light
i'll stay all night
It seems like heavens glow.

And in the dawn
it may be gone
but that's not for me to know.

::
A ribbon of red,
it must be dead.
Don't tell me, but I told you so.

Memories

Nothing foreseen should be a surprise,
A warning sign would be a demise.
Counter play of words and songs,
Love is the game of countless wrongs.

Claiming sense and raptured pride, 
swept in a pattern, it abruptly died.

Crickets

 

I want to die to the sound of crickets

When heaven calls my name.

For the peace of summer and the songs of heaven

Will always sound the same.

Seasons Solstice

Like cold hard death,  
the winter wind blows,  
yet my thoughts are warm,  
with a soft summer's glow.

Joy

Stigma resolved,
 mystery solved,
sweeping freedom,
 my cage dissolved.

Passion and pain,

 will always remain...

but with some thought 

 they become the same.

All of my arguments lack conclusion,
 I persist to live with much delusion.
My talent lies not with pen or premise,
 but with the company of an illusion.

Stimulation has its course,
 Sallow lives revert by force.
The eminent is also improved,
 while a catalyst is the source.


 Grateful thought,
daily deploy,
 and you will find
the surfeit of joy.