Burrowed worms Beneath the skin Sharing nectar Deep within To bleed the heart And feed the mind And seed the hope To lead the blind
Monthly Archives: April 2018
Astonish
*a fly lands on frog’s head* Astonished by the daring impertinence of the fly, the frog had little choice but to question him why Why did you rest on my little green head? You know it’s my nature to eat you instead I’ve nothing to live for in life anyway, so i thought I’d justContinue reading “Astonish”
Too
Too sad Too dark Too gross Too weird Too bloody Too laconic Too whiney Too suicidal Too verbose Too trusting Too unfunny Too nihilistic Too sensitive Too troubling Too unfocused Too unpopular Too unfriendly Too depressing Too mistrusting Too complicated Too inconsistent Too intimidating Never the one, always the too
White rainbow
The treetop psithurism taunted the early morning sun, and with a brume, her light was swept away; but even as the forest reveled in its trickery, her white rainbow pierced its gossamer veil
Tantrum
A morn like yesterday, and the yesterdays before Awake with indifference, with no reason for more Until the time came, for what did I see My words, no more my own, glaring back at me Tremorous are the tantrums, in the atramental air I could feel the vibrations, in the clouds forming there Intense fulgurations,Continue reading “Tantrum”
Caged
She’s the fade of the smile when they turn away She’s the burn in the red, puffy eyes She’s the space between heartbeats Not living nor dead She’s the pause at the end of the sighs She’s the track that remains from the path of a tear She’s the nod to the voices unheard She’sContinue reading “Caged”
Samaras
Paired samaras scattered from the boughs, when the breeze bid them begone; a golden cascade of windmills, glittering in a sunshine serenade
Rivulet
Perhaps an artisan’s chisel and hammer may deconstruct the carefully concealed façade Revealing rivulets of imperfection mayhemically scarring limestone The chert, befouling exquisite slate by its mere existence and presence Swirling impurities metamorphosed from pressurized, complicatized layers A frantic fractality of feints fragmented for misdirection and survival To some, presumptive beauty in stagnant veining, foreverContinue reading “Rivulet”
Campanile
His name tolled From the campanile Amid desperate Sobs and pleas; Her maudlin knells Foreshadowed An exquisite silence Within a lover’s sunset
Notable
Adorned in his button down The curve of her back As she eagerly leans over her lap Where his freshest open wound lay A flower to her nourishment drawn A petal hovering above Anticipating the page’s turn Hair held up by a yellow no. 2 Save a languorously dangling curl Persistently insistent on reading alongContinue reading “Notable”
Pendalogues
Pendalogues of lamplight Falling down the stony stares Tripped when realization dawns That no one really cares Swaying absentmindedly Inured to dulcet voices Hollow in the lamplit room Immured by darkened choices – ◈ – Pendalogues of madness That feed the freshet down below Turn crystal pools of sadness To sanguine shores that overflow NeitherContinue reading “Pendalogues”
Potpourri
Now bleeding Rose petals From loving the thorn A potpourri Of memories On paper is born
Invisible
The shadow, swallowed by the darkened corner The below average, bringing down the curve The dead, overshadowed by the crying mourner The straight-laced, out done by the crazy swerve The teardrop, melting in the scalding shower The single note, dropped in the concert hall The whisper, lost beneath the voice of power The mighty tree,Continue reading “Invisible”
Cur
A contemptible, sloven cur, is he Always quickest to pick a fight Quicker still to hide or flee A rabid dog without the bite Time one day will put him down Though his father began years before While the bitch went off to lift her gown A beaten pup, a father’s rage for the whoreContinue reading “Cur”
Elaborate
“Good morning, honey…” He was awakened by her quick good morning kiss Just before receiving a second, from the hastily opened curtains Both of them beamed, though he couldn’t divine which was brighter But it seems they each were happy he was there, which always puzzled him She stood briefly in front of the window,Continue reading “Elaborate”
Life preserver
The leaves ebb and flow as gusting waves crash and swirl through the boughs; a dew born spindrift bespeckles my spectacles, and thus the spectacles before me; doomed to drown in the depths of inescapable darkness, I sought not a life preserver, yet found one in the trees
Redolence
You can try to unpress a rose petal but its redolence shall never smell as sweet art: Despairing Woman by Giuseppe Mentessi
Bestow
Thank you for the smile, can you tell me where you got it? Oh, it’s yours? No wonder you give it so freely; it’s beautiful. What a fortunate twist of fate, that you were bestowed such a gift. Many are not so lucky, that is to include me. Most are merely masks; insincere attempts forContinue reading “Bestow”
Animals
At least I know animals like me Because they always bring to me A smile
Bouquet
Rusted flowers In a steel bouquet Where landed tears When shed away But with her smile She wipes them clean To present for others A lustrous sheen
Vague
Hidden within his egoic forest, facing a barren laund, he struggles to recall the name of each wilted dream he sees through the rapidly forming mist In his pocket, his left hand lets the last seeds of hope slip carelessly through deadened fingers, before ever having a chance to blossom; vague portents each of failuresContinue reading “Vague”
Company
The inkwell tumbles over welkin and wit; her seething susurrations invite slumberous disregard The puissant voluptuary, the sadist, the con, swallows me with magmatic lips, melting resolve and self-control Fervid angst transudes through saucers into lacustrine stains and chilling horripilation; restrained by fists of silk and ichor ropes She chases me through my tenebrous id,Continue reading “Company”
Fear
Fear not dying Fear not living
Scars
Cicatrix From tocks and ticks Like wax from melted Candlesticks Wounds of old Of fire and gold Exposed when forgotten Dreams unfold
Partake
Every tear A libation for my soul Partaken by the earth In its indefatigable rapacity to live and flourish I give them freely for I love her And not myself She will grow beauty from the manure And though I’ll not always have occasion to smile Upon her artistry I will weep For the treesContinue reading “Partake”
Devotion
The beauty of a rose Lies not In its petals Nor In its fragrance But in The single-minded Devotion Of its thorns
Thieving trees
Thieving trees And laughing shallows Taunting grieves In unhung gallows They do not take But only borrow Small reprieves From wanton sorrow
Blue
The evergreens are envious And the autumn maples rage While the sky is blue for both of them And their terra firma cage
Mallet
The mallet struck the nascent ore Imbued with sweat from every pore His forge he pledged to land and king With pride and blood his anvil’d sing He bore the scars of battles won Of valiant men ‘fore woodness come Their lust for gore he’d not forget Nor haunting cries that flactchet met So imbuedContinue reading “Mallet”
Waterfalls Op. 1
Waterfalls wash over ivory stones Largo ripples on alabaster bones Mountain tresses of billowing streams With graven nocturnes in raven dreams Dolce showers from clouds on high Are borne away by trembling sigh O’er lacquered lake of purists black Come rampant storms that purists lack Unbridled rage of torrential rain Heaviest downpours a forte gainContinue reading “Waterfalls Op. 1”
Sonata
The weepy violin cried out With a bloody baby grand Sonata of a tear-soaked bout With blood-stained keys at hand
Swell
Rip my heart From its vacant hall Loose the cries That dwell within Fill the room With its hallowed call Allow the songs To swell again
Authentic
Naught was authentic in her smile Save the madness it masked; Tucked in a corner A child’s name Freshly carved into her arm She rocks it to sleep
Stay
Stay my hand Let not it find Guided by its single mind A way upon The self to prey And in your hand may my hand stay
Between the lines
Note: this is purely conceptual and silly fun, evidenced by itself… Read between the lines To know the secret lies Or you’ll be left behind Don’t miss the hidden cries Where words pretend to fall The eyes won’t see what’s written They’ll never say it all When with just the words you’re smitten But understandContinue reading “Between the lines”
Parallel
The parallel persuasion Of her passive, pensive lips Brought him to supplication For her stroking or her whips Unadorned by smile or pout No wicked thoughts belied But by a gaze that bore no doubt Was he, her hunger eyed A chill coursed through the moment’s heat When she bared her pearly whites She’ll tearContinue reading “Parallel”
Bloodletting
Of a rose and its bloodletting; Her petals kissed the earth In a sacrifice of beauty To fashion a blanket of love-mes On a bed of love-me-nots
Shadow envy
In envy of my shadow Who can touch the leaves Atop giant trees Surf the sands Beneath crystal seas And vanish in the darkness Of onfallen eves
Genie
They wish for riches to bring happiness Some want power or love in their fate But I know for me I’ll never be free So alone in my lantern I wait They use me without thought or feeling With me they don’t try to relate Using me thrice To win a roll of the diceContinue reading “Genie”
Leaf
With the wind at my back I have yet to tread Whither the leaf then glid; Still, it looks now happy And thither I follow So I am hopeful
Fret
With blood encrusted fingertips Beneath her shattered fingernails An unbreakable determination Fills wide her billowing sails She continues to fret the layers Each stroke deeper than the last Ignoring those, unwilling souls To see beyond his troubled past She knows what lies behind the pain Of his brick and mortar pall And soon she’ll pullContinue reading “Fret”
Crank
Skewered by the blind, their spit in his face Caught between brimstone and a fiery place Spinning out of control, his life a rotisserie As the deaf turn the crank and heed no apology All that remains are the dreams while he sleeps Where the fire forgives him as upon it he weeps
The fart catcher
Lightning split the sky over a secluded, Philadelphia country road. Autumnal sycamores and ironwoods embraced the winding route. Swollen with deep oranges and dirty yellows, they burst into glossy, earthen watercolors with each strobe of the darkness. A midnight blue, 1922 Ford Model T sits almost motionless under the driving rain. In the middle ofContinue reading “The fart catcher”
Finger painting
With her palette of butterflies She finger paints wildflowers in the field And rainbows in the sky An optical allusion to her heart and soul
Lobby
Of a sinister banister and the lobby it overlooks… Everyday he wonders how much weight it can hold Not the weight of the subconscious he buries Not the weight of the crushing world he carries Not the weight of the heavy heart he ferries Nor even the wait of this wasted time he tarries EverydayContinue reading “Lobby”
SWAK
She spake into a buttercup Her deepest darkest bliss Then cursed the gods who’d smite her pleas And sealed it with a kiss
Song
She was a song without a melody Buried deep within his heart An unforgotten memory With which he’d soon depart She was a song without a singer His despondent little girl Despite the love he’d always bring her A smile she’d not unfurl She was the lyrics without a writer Ever darker was her thoughtContinue reading “Song”
Guardian
The stoic bear who guards the shore Swore an oath, so says the lore To wait for mother who crumbled in In search of food presumed by him A millennia has past away Since that dark and stormy day And still he waits upon the edge Where was made his valiant pledge When once again she’sContinue reading “Guardian”
Deplete
He couldn’t help but watch them They weren’t trying to hide He could even hear them In pieces, anyway, on the corner The twenty-somethings The woman was beautiful Although, not in the raw, carefree, subtle, palm tree way Hers was a manufactured beauty A skyscraper, an architectural wonder reflecting a brilliant sun But not theContinue reading “Deplete”
Days
Breaking rays Thru winnowed haze Dream-filled stares In sunlit laze Brilliant moments Beset by greys With hopes to gaze For days and days And days
Glimmer
the glimmer danced at moonset gloaming come and gone upon the lake with no threat to welcome coming dawn sol would cast the shadows an audience for she her stage the depths and shallows for all of them to see she’d dance for adulation she was there to please their simpered infatuation ‘fore nighttime’s comingContinue reading “Glimmer”
She
She saw him daily in the garden She decided he was the one She willed him to pick her stopping for none other And so he did. He took her to his humble home He nuzzled her silken skin He placed her on a pedestal to enchant all who would pass And so she did.Continue reading “She”
Signs
The incessant clank of the street sign was agitating She needed to think It was dusk, and the unpredictable breeze with the anticrepuscular rays, provided an epiphanic backdrop Standing barefoot and out of breath, she grasped the annoying post for balance Her torn skirt fluttered in the evening zephyr, before adhering again to her sweat-streakedContinue reading “Signs”
Firefly
He relentlessly chased the firefly, having chosen one of countless; but she needed only beam at him, and he willingly climbed into the jar
Disrupt
a lonely stone interrupts how his steady river flows the wonted ebb she corrupts but a nascent seed she sows a desire then erupts from this distant blooming stream his empty life she disrupts as a brief elusive dream
love leaves
love leaves
Springtime
The scent of springtime apathy, wafted in from beneath the door; he knew it was all around him, because he felt for it nothing at all
Froth
She just wanted to dance Even without music, she’d lose herself in the motion and emotion Her dancing was the music, her body the instrument And there was only one job for her in this anachronistic, one road, wasteland Dancing for men Men with wives who couldn’t do better Men trying to recapture verility orContinue reading “Froth”
Shepherd
Across the frozen road Wriggles the serpentine snow When urged by shepherd’s goad Their tails whip to and fro Their rhythmic winding motion Advance them with a slither As they heed the zephyr’s notion Twisting hither and thither Herded in one direction A journey devoid of care Corralled without objection They glide to here andContinue reading “Shepherd”
Chalice
Still empty sits my beggar’s chalice From which I drink for hope and will Yet though my soul attempts to fill it My heart can taste it’s empty still
Luminescent
There she lies, my beautiful wife Or should I say, beautiful mom? I guess we should get used to hearing that She’s glowing, luminescent perfection It was an exquisite day to be out exploring with her A sentiment that must have been shared by everyone, as it was a hustling street, on a bustling beatContinue reading “Luminescent”
Happiness
He reached into the jar to find happiness Trapping his hand as he grasped it So he smashed the jar against the wall To free himself And the broken glass then cut his wrist He smiled at this surreal serendipity Because at last he had found his happiness
Songbird
A solemn, sullen songbird The sylvan summit his stage Stands singing somber soliloquies From his sepulchral cage He sobs straight to the sunset Sempiternally sorrowful songs His soulfully, sonorous sibilance Laments regrets and wrongs
Rush
He would have the red rush to her cheeks, rather than let the blue run from her eyes
Rush
the thrush rushed on the cusp of trust it must crush that which swells inside the callow swallow (eye rhyme :p) with disregard seemed shallow but in truth was impelled to hide in the brush they’d follow no matter how hollow the understory and confide they’d dither and wither while within them slither deepest darkestContinue reading “Rush”
Dreams
I’d beg the dreams to set me free To loose the grips that hold me so But sans the dreams what would I be And where else could the dreams then go
Snow
Whether wither weathers freeze Or whether weather weathers trees Whether weathers wither knows Whither wither weather snows
Thwart
Love athwart the sky Mere distance for them to fly Hearts athwart the time In rhythm and in rhyme Hope athwart the mind In believing, they will find Mind thwarts the hope In truth, alone they grope Sky thwarts the love Hinderance from above Time thwarts the heart Keeping them apart
Starling
The starling flew at each day’s wane But could not reach its sibling’s high The murmur’s taunt drove it insane For it mistook the starry sky
Inchoate
I have nothing to write And the page stares back at me, derisively so In a challenge that I shan’t deface its pristine, alabaster sheen …with love, sorrow, or anything in between That nary a scar will mar its virgin skin, leaving behind faded remnants …discarded, inchoate thoughts, rambling, incoherent madness, or maudlin, inconsolable lamentsContinue reading “Inchoate”
Cut with a tear
A rose upon the coffin lain A storm felled petal, perfection’s bane This abyss’ edge o’er which we peer Will flood with rain cut with a tear
Haul
he sat in darkness, his darkness warmed by the seductive dancing of firelight, as its fingers caress his rufescent cheeks a trace of cognac coalesced in the corner of his glass, pulling itself toward the diminishing flames that reflect upon its crystalline surface mesmerized, he watches his long journey unfold in the fireplace, absorbed inContinue reading “Haul”
Lolita
Lovely, little Lolita Could find solice only in dreams So she’d ride salvation’s needle Leaving behind the screams The trips would give her power She’d do anything night or day To follow the tracks to dreamland For it’s where she was dying to stay
Frigid
he ventured a few strokes, to no avail she just lay there, frigid, impassive offering only a blank expression to his presence it maddened him he often had trouble enticing her while she always seemed willing, even encouraging only the right words would ever bring about their joint ecstacy even as mellifluous words and phrasesContinue reading “Frigid”
Winter
Leaves fall and the creatures sleep Forests die and the willows weep Dragons snap and the mantis prays That winter’s wrought not end of days
Totem
The totem’s mask slipped and the third eye could see; it loosed the mind’s fly who lives there judging he; this raptor then whispered the plots and deceit; into the totem’s ear ‘fore the mask could reseat
Wind
The road jealously grumbled as he reached out to take the hand of wind, but she defiantly teased his fingers in a steadfast refusal to be tamed
Empire
To you I give a vast empire With it you’ll have all you desire In palm it fits on outstretched hand And beats while waiting for your command
Tragic
Tragic is the rose never smelled Tragic is the hand never held Tragic is the fear never quelled And the hope now and forever felled
Spider
The spider steeped in darkness creeped beyond her veil of sight It caught instead her thought in web so nightmares come this night Within her dreams of nightmare themes an insect bound was she Awake she shivered her soul delivered thus had the power he When next they met was she who crept into hisContinue reading “Spider”
Scrapbook
The earthen path gave way to weeks old leaves pressed into a natural scrapbook; there lie unsaved memories lost to the pitiless forest floor
QBD
heart’s bane shadow’s reign blood’s stain love came and went tears followed life’s hollowed pills swallowed naught the doll owed to the void sent gone forever memory never thoughts would sever the time she was lent ~freewrite, rapid write, quick brain dump
City
Concrete and steel work scrape the morning sky crowding the horizon with storied stories hidden behind endless, honeyed waterfalls of glistening glass While the footfalls and catcalls of an unforgiving wild are overcome by the stampede of impatience astride choking smoke and squealing rubber art: Buscar by Jeremy Mann *04.02.18
Granite
Her vision softened in the weakness of oneiric distractions, but an unexpected tear bore reality and she was once again anchored by granite eyes
If they only knew
I can almost hear the sunlight’s strain, as it struggles to push through the closed windowblinds, steadfastly determined to flood the room with its unwanted presence Like the uninvited guest happily knocking at the welcome mat-less front door The too-cheery neighbor waving from their well-manicured lawn The good mornings and have a nice days fromContinue reading “If they only knew”
