Freeze-dried Rose

untitled

2007-11-13T12:09:00.000-08:00

i remember the night we went floating
i remember the darkness
and you saying that we
should be light
so you took my hand
and breathed magic into me
and we became stars

i remember how venus laughed
when she saw our poor excuse
for a waltz
and how you just smiled
and spun me faster and faster
and my eyes turned into galaxies
and you called them beautiful
and you called me beautiful
and we were beautiful
the night we went floating

mindbending

2007-11-13T12:03:00.000-08:00

he grinned at me from all directions
with his arms longer than his legs
longer than his smile
longer than a lifetime
upside down i am inside out
looking downside in
and all i can see is him and me
and him again
and i wonder how did i get here
and how did i not get here sooner
how did i not see his smile
all around me
and how did the sun shine
and how did we get here
i’ve forgotten
but i’m rightside up now
and all i can see is the length of his legs
his arms around me
and longer than a lifetime
in his smile

booby-trap

2007-06-19T21:19:00.000-07:00

Self-sabotage is the name of the game
Guess the number of players!
I’m placing a trip line in front of my door
and I know I’ll forget it by morning
Then the tears will be real
‘cause I won’t remember
Stringing up my own downfall

de-composition

2007-03-13T10:11:00.000-07:00

the crunch of one is lonely.
littering the ground
with broken bodies-

Drudgery flys upwards with each step
while gravity inevitable layers decay
atop the once-virgin-earth,
breaking it down
until it is nothing more
than essential elements:

eat, breathe, sleepdie-
crunchcrunch crunchcrunch
crunch.

the crunch of one is many things-
heartbreaking in its lonliness.

The sound lingers, even in springtime,
and the sun cannot muffle
the crunchcrunch crunchcrunch
crunch

of fallen dreams.

giving up or moving on depends on how you look at it

2007-03-05T06:10:00.000-08:00

Outside, the wind whispers,
urging and coerscing him
to forget all that he has ever known
before or since
the dirty-fingernailed days of childhood
where he was never enough
and grew into being even less
or so he'd been told
on more than one occassion

He's considered all his options
from one end
of the spectrum to the other
but still he has no clue
and no hint of an answer
so he turns to what he knows
and listens to the voice
seeping through the cracks
to find him

The wind knows it will be an easy victory,
it's seen his type before,
and knows exactly how to lure him in
and so it begins,
seductively humming a mother's lullaby,
edged with the firmness of a father's voice,
laced with a lover's promise,
and softened by a friend's gentle touch

All the things he's always wanted
merge into a song so hauntingly beautiful
that a single note seems to encapsulate
an entire universe of longing
and tears stream down his cheeks
until he can't stand it anymore
and he flings open the shutters and the doors,
letting it take him

And the wind rushes in
and holds him gently for a moment,
a brillantly singular moment,
before it quickly, or slowly
depending on your view of time,
it breaks him into a million pieces

Smaller than the eye can see.

The Arms I Choose to Lie In

2007-03-05T05:52:00.000-08:00

sometimes, alone in the dark,
i should be afraid
but the moon oh the moon
shines so bright upon me
and softly shifts my hair
with its gentle fingers,
leaving streaks of silver
in my once ordinary strands

sometimes, alone in the dark,
i should be afraid
but the moon oh i have the moon
and it will never leave
or turn its face from me in anger
every night i wait
and every night it does not disappoint
its light lives within me
and radience smiles from my lips

for me alone it sings,
sweet pulsing notes
that whisper in my ear
the glittering nonesense of a lover,
rocking me into a sleep
where i know not want or need,
and i melt under the silken touch
that spills over my window sill

sometimes, alone in the dark
i should be afraid
but the moon oh the moon
quietly holds me, without complaint,
for as long as i'd like,

while i dream.

Grow into better while Smiling

2007-03-05T05:45:00.000-08:00

all men are created equal the world is at our fingertips haha god speaks and i listen sweet southern comfort would you like to dance? sing to me a Close knit climbing and reaching for a foothold let's taste it I don't care what happens but laugh and it will be alright join the circle and embrace dreams and ambitions push forward steadily yearning to know more a hunger never satisfied Can i help you? you look cold here's a flower Stand back i'll take care of this i want you no matter what please don't hold back i know you can if you try to let me go first and i'll show you the way, sharp and well put together because i care to pull and stretch, but never break

just grow into better while smiling.

Clay

2007-02-06T17:23:00.000-08:00

I leaned my cheek against the stone
but when I pulled away,
The imprint of the rock was left
and face on face it stayed.

admiration

2006-10-16T13:51:00.000-07:00

i ache to write like you,
brilliantly fluid and full of a deeper meaning
like there’s something inside of you
that rattles around and begs to get out
and you whisper to it, "run free!"
and it does, oh it does...
farther and faster than i
could have ever imagined

back in those days
of lazy afternoons,

when fades to black was beautiful.

First Light

2006-08-07T16:54:00.000-07:00

At 5 a.m., it seems the beach is waking.

Seagulls call to one another
and skim, glistening, over the ocean
like hard-flung pebbles,
throwing water and sunlight
upwards to merge with daybreak

Foam-topped waves dive impatiently
towards the shore,
Eager to be the first to touch,
to smooth out the marks of yesterday
and replace them, once again,
with the scuttling footprints of nature

A cloudless pearl grey stretches,
yawning from horizon to horizon,
filling the air with a warm breath
of hope and possibility…

And with the sun beginning to stir,
still blinking off sleep and the end of a dream,
it’s easy to believe that the world
has never witnessed something
so pure and beautiful in all its years

At 5 a.m., it seems believing is effortless.

i am me

2006-08-03T14:20:00.000-07:00

i am numbers
that divide, multiply,
subtract, add
on their own accord
to find the magic
sinA + cosB = 1

i am letters
that rearrange,
regroup, combine
to fill up spaces
14 down
and 2 across

i am colors
that blend,
mix, bleed
to please eyes,
primary hues
and a full range of values

i am me
i bleed, regroup,
divide,
to feel alive
without any rules
or accecpted solutions.

Excerpt

2006-08-01T07:30:00.000-07:00

do you think
it's possible
to learn to fly

in the time it takes to fall?

The Power of Speech

2006-07-13T05:53:00.000-07:00

All too often I feel that speech
is a dead language.

People hear what they want,
regardless of words.

And this self-imposed,
expressionless boundary
widens its gap, separating us,
without our knowledge,
as we try our hardest
to make ourselves understood
across the distance.

.cut me down//

2006-07-12T06:10:00.000-07:00

so deliberate
your callous words serrate me
don’t run with knives.

1/2 life

2006-07-11T11:17:00.000-07:00

we dream
in nightshades

until we’re forced
to fall away from paradise

and all who have tasted the lingering
sweetness of darkness know

that mornings are a bitter-
sweet tonic, swallowed

grudgingly.

Kindred Spirits

2006-07-11T11:13:00.000-07:00

You weren’t so very different from us, you know,
and it’s funny how we (myself included)
travel half-way around the world now
to see you
And we stand in lines for hours,
wearing comfortably dorky clothes,
grinning for cheesy pictures
as we pay top dollar for over-priced water
and reprinted one-of-a-kind replicas--
All for the chance to gawk at incredible displays
of “archaic” excess,
for the chance to marvel at worlds gone by,
overcome with awe and reverence,
and a slight sense of superiority
at the smug notion of how far we’ve retreated
from that edge of barbarianism
on which you loved to teeter.
Yet really, if you think about it,
the years haven’t changed all that much
and we’re more brothers than descendents
when you get down to it.
If anything, these ancient monuments should stand
as warnings--lingering lessons
that should’ve already been learned
and filtered down to us through the ages.
So, excuse my cynicism,
but I guess I just find it rather amusing,
that people (yes, myself included)
clamor and scramble
to visit the remnants of a society
so strikingly similar to our own.

Untitled

2006-07-05T20:35:00.000-07:00

I’m so afraid
To walk this line
And I can’t decide
If my fear of falling
Will pull me down
Or propel me forward.
I’m so afraid
Of being strong
That I often find it easier
To be weak
No matter what
the consequences.
I’m so afraid
I can’t look at myself
I can't even meet
my own gaze
Because my eyes lie

Even to me.

Unfamiliar Circumstances

2006-07-05T20:30:00.000-07:00

Weird was i
And you were me
And all I was
Was you

Weird were we
And us was i
When there was you
And me

Weird we were
When you and i
And we and us
Was me

Weird we are
When you and i
Are again just me
And you

Science [or] Fiction

2006-06-29T13:30:00.000-07:00

The rising smoke burnt her searching eyes
nimble fractular prosaic blurb tonics
She sees the light of a thousand worlds in his lies...
love is chemistry, sex is just physics.

The Dollhouse: An Aftertaste

2006-06-29T13:23:00.000-07:00

Love might be overrated
my brain swirls like that crazy cappuccino smile
As sure as Nora left Krogsted
to linger upon your lips awhile.

The Fall

2006-06-29T13:20:00.000-07:00

Cast me down from heaven for misleading,
Apple gave its all, but lost bitter sweet to time.

The real world

2006-06-29T10:52:00.000-07:00

(created with a poetry scrambler)

this life is too complex for me.
Summer burns on, and my insanity grows.
careful, dawn is never me
decapitate decaffeinate expresso

Expectations

2006-06-29T06:38:00.000-07:00

No, I wasn't a safe thing for you.

a dancing, frolicking, prancing colt of a girl
with a terribly ponderous bridle,
always trotting along
in some other place than this world.

shelter entinced me, walls held me
safe within their confines, but only briefly,
until the world outside began to press in,
fitting me for it's iron shoes and saddle.

No, I'm not broken in yet,

and if it's safe you want, look somewhere else.

Magnetic Poetry: Romance

2006-06-27T06:10:00.000-07:00

touch promise,
tiny wave in love,
worship under sky
think sand
say sun
flicker together
haunt my paradise.

Magnetic Poetry

2006-06-27T06:08:00.000-07:00

your question empty
you say
to the young

use the pain.

Decay

2006-06-21T10:26:00.000-07:00

Erasure Poem #3

round the sanded road, half-way down,
square and solid, bulky against the hills,
the Structure puckers little lines
across preserved cheeks.

he was anxious as he pondered
the cracks on the walls,
his lips unconsciously shaping
Something that had become

detached,
half-
forgotten,
lonely.

the derivative of choice

2006-06-21T07:37:00.000-07:00

an obstacle
is equivalent
to its casualty.

The Return of Listen

2006-06-21T06:39:00.000-07:00

Erasure Poem #2 (created at http://erasures.wavepoetry.com/index.php)

Night startled.

Wind sprang to the oars
and rowed hard to intercept her,
all strength and willing.

Chance felt sure,
but Sound grew fainter
within the fog.

Day passed,
a bitter disappointment,
full of the lack of each and all
of which we were perishing,
unconscious in a cry,

while Thought hurried along
in the great city
and wondered if Listen
might come to us
out of the deep.

Life According to the Moon

2006-06-21T06:35:00.000-07:00

Erasure Poem #1 (created at http://erasures.wavepoetry.com/index.php )

When hither the Moon met us
and commanded us
She was angry that she
had suffered, not in words, but openly.
Torches, when they went out, were wont to say,
“the moonlight is beautiful,”
but did not observe the days at all correctly,
Threatening her
and sacrificing reason;
thus, we ought to spend our lives

According to the Moon.

Pinballing Through

2006-06-19T18:07:00.000-07:00

that's funny and tomorrow?
oh yeah, i forgot
pay attention
but what about
yeah i know,
ok seriously
have to get that done
before i do anything else
oh! i really want to
yeah, i saw that!
no, it wasn't just you
don't worry
ha wow okay
i should really
Pay Attention!!!
this seems right but
Oops, missed it!
oh come on
it's happened to you
and before that?
no way!
that's ridiculous and we

should just slow down.

i ramble, but bear with me...i have a point somewhere.

2006-06-19T07:13:00.000-07:00

you know i
tried to run away
And i thought i
was doing a good job
but i guess i
wasn’t
because here i
am, back where i
was, but at least this time, i
am a little happier

and really,
right now,
that’s worth a lot.

The hat and I

2006-06-19T05:52:00.000-07:00

Mexico sounds like a lovely place
I tell the mysteriously ethnic hat
that hangs on my cubicle wall
And I wonder what that hat meant
to the nine-to-fiver before me
Who starred blankly at the exact same
spot that I am right now
And what his (or her) hopes were
and if she (or he) pinned this hat to the wall
With a purpose:
Inspiration maybe or nostalgia
for the days when life
meant living

There are a great many reasons
that could account for this
echo of existence,
hidden from all except me...

And it's fun, for awhile,
to stare at the hat
and read it's creases
like a story,

But it also makes me wonder this:
if you hang your hat up somewhere
And then forget to bring it with you,
What does that say about you?

Or the hat?

the purpose of hearing

2006-06-15T20:59:00.000-07:00

the song he said
is more than music
So much more than music

how can we find the rest
they wondered
and hours past
as they tried nets
and traps and ropes to catch it

Then a small boy closed his eyes
for a long moment
and breathed a sigh of relief

i’ve found it he said
it’s simple really
you just need to listen better,

that’s all.

Bafflement

2006-06-15T20:47:00.000-07:00

You deserve each other she said

If that’s true i replied
then why won’t it work?

Because life has something else for you
she answered & sometimes
knowing that must be enough

& she smiled sadness and hope
In my direction.

Hallelujah Chorus

2006-06-15T11:51:00.000-07:00

if there were one thing
I’d hope you knew,
it’s I smile a song
when I think of you.

and smell a kiss
and I breathe of you
and I hear a touch
and I see of you
and taste a hope
and I dream of you

but this one thing,
I give to few....
know I think a smile
when I sing of you.

and I hope for me,
you do it too.

Tread light and with purpose.

2006-06-11T08:07:00.000-07:00

My favorite foods
Don’t live by the sea
Nor do they grow
In the ground
My favorite songs
Were never mine first
But comfortably-aged
Hand-me-downs
My favorite stories
Don’t hide in a book
They reside in my heart’s
Rapid beat
My favorite times
Belong not to day
But awaken whenever
I sleep
My favorite colors
Inhabit the world
And there isn’t just one
I could choose
My favorite seasons
Change with time
As my memories
Soften with use

My favorite stories
sing food to the songs
of the seasons
and color times found
but My favorite flaw
is having favorites at all
for, in this,
I’m intrinsically bound.

It’s a long drive and it’s cold out there, so be careful.

2006-06-10T13:19:00.000-07:00

there’s so many of you
running around
that i’m never sure
who it is exactly
that i’m talking to

don’t worry though,
i guard myself
with a precision
only learned
through years
of experience

and we can’t quite touch anymore,
because that’s the way of things,
as it turns out…
and you and i are forced strangers,
self-inflicted when necessary

but sometimes,
like a smile i’m not expecting,
there you are,
standing before me
like you’ve never left,
like i’ve never gone,
like we’ve never changed…

and in those moments, i am home.

Middle Class

2006-06-08T20:26:00.000-07:00

i can almost do a lot of things
well and sometimes
kind of okay.

mediocrity is my middle name
and when my mother calls to me
to come inside
my cheeks flush because now
everyone knows.

that’s my inheritance
wrapped in brown paper
without a tag
and it’s almost right
except for the details.

but no one bothers to look close enough
to see those anyway.

Attempted Spenserian Sonnet

2006-05-14T23:21:00.000-07:00

When first my eyes did fall to rest on thine,
I thought the earth did cease, at once, to move,
And drunk was I, as though with heady wine;
No faults of yours could I set out to prove.
The haze was slow to fade, but I did lose
The blindness that my heart afflicted me,
And shocked was I to find out that my muse
Was not Eros, but human thoroughly.
In grief, I cried and fell on bended knee,
To mourn my loss of idealistic views,
While you started long at my naivety
And caught my tears and caused them to subdue.

“What good is it,” you asked, “to be divine?
When love’s not eye-to-eye, but shrine-to-shrine?”

Tunnel Vision

2006-04-13T22:54:00.000-07:00

Long separated by cruel fate,
the star-crossed lovers raced across
the grassy field toward each other
like two freight trains,
One having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m.
traveling at 55 mph,
The other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m.
at a speed of 35 mph,
Colliding early just outside of
Springfield at 7:04
going a bone-jarring, slightly over the speed
limit, 61 mph.
Trestles twisted and crunched,
strips of burning metal wrapped around,
Both holding them in place
and catapulting them
to somewhere else entirely.
“I was so worried,” she said,
with ash in her hair
and fire in her mouth.
“Worried?” he asked,
carefully plucking shrapnel
out of her eye and placing it
in his pocket.
She sighed hot air into him,
smoke billowing out her nostrils,
obscuring the carnage
so that, for a moment,
she was all he could see,
She breathed, “Yes,” as he inhaled it,
“I thought I’d never get here.”

The View From His Window

2006-04-13T22:23:00.000-07:00

my hand
pressed against your
Pane cold coursing
through my fingertips,
traveling straight to my heart
like an arrow, shot perfectly
Without hesitation
you turn around,
but I am translucent, as always,
and your eyes go through me,
leaving behind holes, burning
like dry ice and my vapor rises,
condensing in a slow-spreading
pattern on your window
until, with shock, you notice
and stare at what’s left of me,
in awe of the intricate contours
I’ve so discreetly etched
into your impenetrable armor.

Natural Disaster

2006-04-13T22:15:00.000-07:00

Thoughts zoom past my head
But I can’t grab hold of one
Inside down and upside out
An earth-shattering wholeness…
All this, when you smile.

Truth

2006-04-13T20:13:00.000-07:00

We care about the truth,
Pure, plain, and simple.
But truth never is.
It’s dirty and complicated
And sometimes more shameful
Than a lie.
And truths to you

Are lies to me,
And our eyes do not
See the same colors.
We argue red and orange
Until we bleed purple
Rivulets that flow over each other,

Mixing and curing under our feet,
But we refuse to watch because we
Cannot concede our simple truths.
And we wonder how long
We will have to hold

Each other’s eyelids open
Until it’s finally clear--
Not realizing that our irises
Deteriorated years ago.

The truth has moved too far away now;
But we squint to see its blurry image
For a long, long time….

Until the wind tears at our pupils
And all we’re left with are empty

Black spheres, staring blind.

Reseeding

2006-03-16T21:08:00.001-08:00

Over coffee, black no sugar,
They rolled exotic tastes on their tongues
and casually spit them out,
expecting her to wipe them up
with a single swipe
and go on about her business
as usual.
But not this time
she thought, giddy as she flung off
her pinching shoes
and ran barefoot around herself
and through herself, waving as she
Spun off like a blown dandelion.

She giggled as the wind caught her
and split her apart and she watched herself
tumble head under heels
until she grew too dizzy, and far apart,
to see clearly.

When she finally landed,
she rooted down
deep everywhere and everywhere deep,
thinly spread,
But she liked the strain.

Falling

2006-03-16T21:07:00.000-08:00

falling, love,
falling deep
down into your
abyss, or is it
bliss? I can’t
be sure, sometimes
the rush is too
much for me,
but I don’t fight
Love, I can’t
fight what I
don’t want to lose

So as long as
there is ground below
and sky above
I’d like to keep falling
into you, love,

If you’ll let me.

Matter

2006-02-22T20:00:00.000-08:00

Purple darkness
pools under my door
and slithers towards me,
Beckoning.

I go to it
Willingly,
and sink into its arms,
And it holds me
as a parent holds a child.

With its cool, placid voice
lapping at my ears,
lulling me to sleep,
I submerge…

and I become
less of myself and more
all at once,
a Liquid state.

Slow Decay

2006-02-22T19:56:00.000-08:00

the smell of the Rose

Petals that fall slowly down-

perfumed Tears of silk.

Untitled Soldier Poem (for now)

2006-02-22T19:50:00.000-08:00

Bronze cast soldiers marching on,
locked in s y n c o p a t e d beat,
Forever nameless, they’ll become
the supple ground beneath my feet.

Chiseled features bruised by nature
stained and Weathered on their skin,
with all the richness earth can capture,
any man for every Men.

Safe

2006-02-22T19:44:00.000-08:00

(assignment: talk about an underappreciated everyday object)

Frustration first,
pleasure second.

Delicate curves
only for the ambitious.

A small loop of security
at the tip of my spine.

Rarities dangle for
the eye’s delight,

But the hollow of my neck
would be naked

Save for the strength
of a slender clasp.

Early Spring

2006-02-09T20:14:00.000-08:00

A sea of white-
soft to the touch
of caressing eyes.
Petals light-
weightlessly resting
on delicate extremities.
Fringed with bright-
green seeping,
bleeding out the fingertips.
Wind, come bite-
rouse the air
and shiver the limbs.

Breathe an early frost,
uncurl and impede the branches lissome.

Congeal it at all costs
—the innocence of cherry blossoms.

Dream Lenses

2006-01-31T23:17:00.000-08:00

I had a dream today.

Hand in Hand, we flew
over the frost-tipped mountains;
we swooped and darted
in and out of the hollows, that dotted the peaks
like freckles [or scars] on weather-worn children.
We chased one another
until, exhausted, we collapsed
on the banks of a near-by stream.
Breathing heavily, we threaded our fingers
through the newly-sprung blades;
We grasped the ground, knuckles-white,
feeling the warmth of the earth
seeping into us, rooting us, briefly.
We watched as a school of salmon
leaped upstream
and defied nature, for nature’s sake.
We clamored down to the water’s edge
and bent forward, noses almost submerged,
to glimpse the creatures skimming and skittering
across the liquid surface,
leaving only the slightest trace,
a Rippling of existence.
We tried to follow them
as carefully as possible,
but our weight, even in dream, was too great
and we tumbled into the icy creek.
We resurfaced shrieking as we jumped
out of our skin.
We left them there, our former shells,
as we took to flight,
soaring high above the landscape once again.
A chill still lingered,
but we flew fast and hard,
starring straight into the sun
without blinking.
Eyes-watering, we continued;
the world became a pin-prick
behind us—undistinguishable.
On still, we flew,
until a brief emptiness loomed before us,
and we took our place,
Hand in Hand.

A splinter of heaven.

Soliloquy

2006-01-31T22:20:00.000-08:00

It’s hard to watch them like this,
yelling, screaming,
so sad and angry…
I wish they could understand how it is for me up here.

I can see them all,
each and every one of them.
I can feel their pain clawing at my insides;
it’s amazing that it doesn’t rip me into pieces
and scatter me among the other White Giants.

The most frustrating part is that I can’t take the hurt away,
at least, not how they want me too.
They want to wake up and have a perfect world
at their fingertips, every single day.
But that’s not how I designed this to work!

I took away the strings, and the scripts,
and left the props at their disposal.
It’s their stage now,
they can transform it into whatever they want…
Comedy or tragedy, the choice is theirs to make.
I sit here, in the audience,
sometimes laughing, sometimes crying;
Watching acts and scenes, intermissions and finales,
curtain calls and, occasionally, Encores.

I listen to Monologues,
pleading me to do something,
anything to lesson the burdens of life…
but Still, I sit…

And wonder if I did the right thing
By letting them go free.

Concerto

2006-01-26T16:07:00.000-08:00

strands of music float
In and Out, caressing his senses.

he latches onto the tune,
falling into its rhythm.

as it crescendos around him,
then slowly s i n k s into mezzo piano,
a hushed silence hangs in the air…

and the final notes reverberate
into Stillness.

Untitled

2006-01-25T19:39:00.000-08:00

“…and my memory weaves
a golden mist,
undimmed dewdrops
drenched by purple twilight.
The radiant glow of brief years,
wisps of remembrance,
once Clear notes plucked on Muted strings.
O, time,
dispel the clouds gathering and tugging
at the threads…”

And on, the girl in my shoes walks,
singing glittering nonsense,
leaving evenly distributed footprints
soon to be covered by dirt or snow or time…
While others sink below or rise above,
she is content to float in their currents,
to be pulled along
without fighting for her own Foothold.

A living, breathing cliché.

Quick! Take a picture of her!
Watch as she tries to stand out,
All the while cloaked in the camouflage
Of normality!

I feel we should applaud her for her forged effort,
But she cannot see us…

Her eyes are closed.

[simplicity]

2006-01-25T19:34:00.001-08:00

simple hands
simple touch
simple kisses
simple rush
simple looks
simple blush
simple hopes
simple trust
simple comb
simple brush

simplicity,
it is enough.

Hunger

2006-01-25T19:27:00.000-08:00

Rolling droplets
of sticky, sugary
syrup
trickle down between your shoulder blades.

The scent,
overwhelmingly sweet,
Swallows me.

I need a taste
before you melt
And leave me ravenous.

The Storm, Part I

2006-01-02T21:49:00.000-08:00

Slow and Rumbling
Creeping
Covering
sending the Scared
scattering to hide
Under furniture.

Unable to Move
Unable to Breathe
waiting...

for the Storm to pass.

The Storm, Part II

2006-01-02T21:19:00.000-08:00

Rays of Sunlight
break through the clouds
Once again
Sending the sign (though Olive Branches are hard to come by),

that the Rain
that falls so swiftly at this moment
that hinders the vision
that streaks down the window pane and pools on the sill,
Rippling and Splashing
in a cacophony fit for a Paradise lost

that this Waterfall,
that creates an ambiance of mystery,
Of things Unknown and still to come,
Of those things beyond,
shroaded in the Mist
hidden from view except for the briefest glimpse
through the iridescent Curtain...

that all of this, all of it,
will eventually fall away,
leaving only a trickle, a dew...

fast-drying in the Sunlight.

Interchangables

2005-12-21T21:02:00.000-08:00

Find Love Find Life
Find Adoration Find Existence
Find Devotion Find Sustenance
Find Respect Find Nourishment
Find Esteem Find Encouragement
Find Worthiness Find Support
Find Significance Find Help
Find Importance Find Comfort
Find Vitality Find Reassurance
Find Strength Find Hope
Find Spirit Find Trust
Find Character Find Conviction
Find Temperament Find Zeal
Find Disposition Find Infatuation
Find Nature Find Passion
Find Life Find Love

Thoughts of a Soldier’s Girlfriend

2005-11-03T09:41:00.000-08:00

(an attempt at a Petrarchan Sonnet)

How long it will be ‘til I see your face!
Time stretches out as an eternal stream
Gone in a whirl but remaining in dream
An empty void fills your once adored place

Oh how these reaching arms long to embrace
You who, in my eye, does shimmer, agleam
Tell me it all was a fraudulent scheme
And back, swiftly, you’ll return with much haste

A minute’s increased in length to a year
Night blankets my sense of sight evermore
Without you to waken the latent sun

But even if realized is my fear
And never again do mine eyes adore
Our love willn’t be, in life nor death, undone.

A Complex Awakening

2005-09-14T14:08:00.000-07:00

She lives a life unparallel
To what had been her dream
Bathed in golden aspirations
But in society unseen

Duty to her family
A perfect Southern Belle
But at what cost the belle doth ring
And duty takes its toll

A Leda of the present day
But before the beak could drop
Thrusting past, she fought her way
And found the means to cope

Freedom sings a stroke away
Poseidon’s wrath subsides
And thus she sinks beneath the waves
As tide begins to rise

Ignoring children’s longing cries
And reaching hands of brethren
The River Styx does pull her down
Or is it God of Heaven?

Good Morning Kisses

2005-09-14T11:14:00.000-07:00

Good morning kisses
So subtle and sweet
They get lost in the madness of day
And stuck in between the passion of night
As lovers on rose petals lay

Good morning kisses
Arise with the dawn
And briefly unfurl in the sun
Settling softly on eglantine cheeks
And nothing can make them undone

Good morning kisses
Cannot be erased
They elude time’s withering gaze
They turn young into new
As a sweet briar’s dew
Glitters with sunlight ablaze

Good morning kisses
Stir soft as a breeze
Blowing through brush-wine untamed
Heaven on earth
Angel’s breath on your skin
Once touched you are ne’re more the same

Enlightenment

2005-09-12T02:44:00.000-07:00

The door had been closed
Darkness shrouded like a cloak
Until you flickered
Shedding light into corners
I blinked in surprise
But then I grew accustomed
And began to see.

Empty Shell

2005-09-12T00:14:00.000-07:00

How often do you write,
Like me,
Past midnight,
When no one else will watch
And judge you,
But faceless names
Of what we wish to be?

.Mirage.

2005-09-12T00:13:00.000-07:00

Everything I see
Everything around
Shimmers and wavers
Twinkling in the intensity
Of the sunlight
A mirage of fantasy
Appearing and reappearing
With every step
Reflecting off the raindrops
Dancing on the window panes
You fall down
All around me
Soaking me

Yourhands.

2005-09-12T00:06:00.000-07:00

Your hands.
diligently working,
putting together
your next “masterpiece.”

Your hands.
strong,
yet slightly scarred,
telling stories
without words.

You hands.
intertwining with mine,
comforting and warm,
letting me know
you’re there.

Your hands.
pushing back my hair,
gently touching my face,
conveying emotions
that are hard to express.

Your hands.
familiar,
but still exciting,
bringing me back
from wherever I am.

Your hands.
cradling softly,
holding my heart…
for as long as you’d like…
holding my heart
in Your hands.

Looking at the Stars for Guidance

2005-09-12T00:01:00.000-07:00

Looking at the stars for guidance
Midnight blue with flecks of gold
Steering aimlessly in darkness
The salty breeze cuts deep and cold
Lost without you
I keep turning
Around and back to where I began
Washing up upon the shoreline
Worn and battered on the sand

Long ago, a distant memory
A home, a place where I belonged
Thrashed about, waves know no mercy
Your sweet refrain a distant song
The still-lifes are what keep me going
A glimpse of you upon the foam
Twirling faster, always dancing
Pulling me,
Guiding me home

Cocoon

2005-09-11T23:57:00.000-07:00

Time swirls like clouds
In a blue spring sky
Making shapes, rearranging,
Then passing by
Mornings unfold
As dew awakens
Life is short
It’s all for taking
Summer’s warmth
Seeps inside
Wooing softly
A blushing bride
As leaves blow down
Spring’s slow labor
Is stolen quickly
By it’s neighbor
Then covered swiftly
By winter’s gleam
Softly falling
Appearing clean
And underneath
It’s all beginning
To re-build
There is no ending
For soon the sunshine
Will break free
And decorate
With silent glee
And the world
Before our very eyes
Will soon be filled
With butterflies
Who soar above
From dream to dream
Floating o’er and in-between
Carrying quietly
Within
A cocoon which harvests
What has been.

As the Morning Glory

2005-09-10T11:25:00.000-07:00

the First time i loved
was like a morning Glory
gone in the sunlight

The memories still
flash Vividly through my mind
they are Rooted deep

i’ll Never forget,
but, as the Morning glory
Wakes with the sunset,

One clear night, I too
will Unfold in love’s Brilliance…
and then I will sing.

Freeze-dried Rose

untitled

mindbending

booby-trap

de-composition

giving up or moving on depends on how you look at it

The Arms I Choose to Lie In

Grow into better while Smiling

Clay

admiration

First Light

i am me

Excerpt

The Power of Speech

.cut me down//

1/2 life

Kindred Spirits

Untitled

Unfamiliar Circumstances

Science [or] Fiction

The Dollhouse: An Aftertaste

The Fall

The real world

Expectations

Magnetic Poetry: Romance

Magnetic Poetry

Decay

the derivative of choice

The Return of Listen

Life According to the Moon

Pinballing Through

i ramble, but bear with me...i have a point somewhere.

The hat and I

the purpose of hearing

Bafflement

Hallelujah Chorus

Tread light and with purpose.

It’s a long drive and it’s cold out there, so be careful.

Middle Class

Attempted Spenserian Sonnet

Tunnel Vision

The View From His Window

Natural Disaster

Truth

Reseeding

Falling

Matter

Slow Decay

Untitled Soldier Poem (for now)

Safe

Early Spring

Dream Lenses

Soliloquy

Concerto

Untitled

[simplicity]

Hunger

The Storm, Part I

The Storm, Part II

Interchangables

Thoughts of a Soldier’s Girlfriend

A Complex Awakening

Good Morning Kisses

Enlightenment

Empty Shell

.Mirage.

Yourhands.

Looking at the Stars for Guidance

Cocoon

*As the Morning Glory*

As the Morning Glory