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Cinquains - A 5 minute Study-My Wife
Smiling Shushing Stunning Looking
Zany Greasy Gooey
Zesty Pepperoni Chewy
Quickly Season Ending
Snow Approaching Autumn Fading
My absinthe beauty, woman of madness,
Eyes shining tearing, street level cafe.
Sanity rises, inspired cool wind,
Lips licked gleaming, heart beating ballet.
Blushing laughs dancing, secret sharing pair,
Summer nights suit us, forever love young,
Flirting hands sliding, small gestures screaming.
Many albums past, not all songs are sung.
Alto Sax jamming, nerves running cold,
Whispers hot breathing, inches like miles,
Soft careful touches, pulling tightly wild,
Moments apart screaming, seconds like trials.
Bite, claw, soft, hard, slow, fast, mad, sane, sighs, cries,
Grin, laugh, stop, start, eyes, tastes, skin, hair, hands, thighs.
Bone white roads of winter, salted fields of snow.
Biting breeze and cutting winds, outside is all I know.
Grey dominates and eradicates, all traces of colour exhausted.
Seeping deep down and into me, edges of breath become frosted.
Cutting into my teeth, like a dentists drill.
Into the marrow of my bones, painful leukemic chill.
Whining spinning tires, pushing pulling tired.
Chlorides chemical fire, last of winters wood fired.
Look for and find beauty, in each miraculous snowflake.
Stand and admire too long, pneumonia thine life shall take.
Ears blue and frigid, eyes dropping tears of ice.
Skin crackling and cracking, one degree worth any price.
Glacial lines of pain, shivering and shuddering,
Wanting any help, and in need of cuddling.
My negative friend Kelvin, is such an absolute zero.
Any heat to challenge him, would stand as my hero.
Power of my will
With the power of my will,
And the strength of my thought,
I sought to forge beauty,
Now look what I have wrought.
I have twisted and torn us apart,
Through foolish words of temper lost,
What I will fight to regain,
At any possible cost.
My pride, my honour,
Shall never give in,
Such intense feeling,
Cannot be called sin.
Love is a lost word,
Meaning shrouded in pain,
Ripped apart by old time,
But now I feel its strain.
Find pleasure in my power
Seek safety in my arms
I,the armour that protects you,
From all the worlds harms.
RIAA means we all pay
Burn, Baby, Burning!
Burn the chain stores!
Fat little men earning!
I am not yours!
Try to set the night on fire!
A and R, more like B and E!
Deciding the public desire!
ripping off you and me!
I have your mp3\'s,
I laugh at your case.
I burn with ease,
Smile in your face.
Music my erotica,
10 gigs, 20 gigs, 50 gigs more.
But not from Metallica,
That industry whore.
Lars gets but a drop,
Courtney knows the deal.
Twenty two ninety-nine a pop,
EMI knows how to steal.
A&M, MCA, Capitol,
Virgin, Elektra, Sony.
All they want is control,
All of them phony.
Mom and pop shops fall,
Neon shiny lip gloss wins.
Let\'s all go the the mall,
Hang out with friends.
M$ vaunts Palladium seal,
Then changes its name.
I know the deal,
am hip to their game.
MTV Top Twenty,
Picked from within.
Don\'t show videos,
How can you win?
Go see the concerts,
Give cash to the bands.
Buy yourself t-shirts,
Money in their hands.
Sitting under a sea of blue
Golden fire burning my eyes
Languishing in thoughts of you
Sighing, forced by tasks to rise
Left the open air behind
Reentered the caverns of toil
In soft light felt near blind
Vision filled with burning oil
Focusing madly blinking
Flash of color neon bright
Laughing at my thinking
Your name seen in the light
Movement halting in smile
Eyes squeezed shut to see
Grinning wide all the while
What your love does to me
Searching the patterns fade
Trick of mind or sight
Squinting hard in the shade
Waiting for letters to ignite
The glare faded away
Unable to truth ascertain
Moved on in dismay
With you on my brain
Sonnet 6 Correcting Past Mista
Rope is lowered, I begin the climb,
weak and battered, covered in grime.
Last steps are taken, the world eases,
I now awaken, no further freezes.
Each time I falter, your love renews me,
Nothing can alter, you and I to be.
I suffer gladly, seek a new world,
loving you madly, my heart unfurled.
Searching for a place, maintaining my pride,
sacrifice anything, to be at your side.
Slowly passing time, each second hellish
want to hear bells chime, in your arms languish.
I solemn oath swear, challenge times power,
Running to be there, bee to your flower.
So I heard you wanted to make them like you?So I heard you had someone in mind
Perhaps something more intimate and
So I heard you wanted him to like you,
And I heard you didn't know what to do.
And so I heard you wanted a friend.
Or maybe just one..
And I heard from you, that you want me to like you too
but how, you ask?
you don't need to try.
I mean I heard you wanted to make them like
Wondering how getting the attention of that special someone works?
or perhaps just the friend, you know.
I'm no somebody and preferably just a nobody but
I heard you wanted someone to like you.
So be You.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)Like a frost spread across valleys silent and dreary,
ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years, the seas became deserts
But thoughts of thee would not perish
Thru memories untamed I staggered far and long;
upon solemn nights lit by the torch of your soul
O’ how deep I miss your fragrant cheer ..
Of warm evenings shared across Lake’s reverie,
watching horizons journey into Autumn’s dream
— wherest our hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Those passions shared will forsake me not
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my ache:
I will lay marooned, haunted by thy seraphic-figure,
Or the ever fleeting caress of your gaze ...
So my soul shall yield to this mythic abyss; –
as I peer from my carriage to Nirvana
And thou away, from my arms, the Sun weeps
Unto eternity—my dear beloved, we are entwined
Forever our footprints cast in golden firmament
A kiss not forgotten in a ballet of light softly falling
I now bear the want
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Black hole BulimicThe Composition:
I birth poems — not amaranths
in graveyards — not gardens.
sows seeds of doubt
into skeleton weeds.
A farmer plucks the bones
from Apollo's hyacinth; his
I binge on broken
cracked collectors of rocks,
of pebbles kidnapped
from barren beaches:
where crooked kings
buried in books whose
pages creak to crickets
in an abandoned abyss
of an attic—caskets on
an antiquated shelf. I
choke on the dust and
twitch in recoil.
The bickering sky
A cloud coughs—
The clock's scythe hand
swivels to the beckoning
twelve. Spastic ticking—
each bleak stroke
of a midnight heart.
The sundials do not work
now. The vampires know
I kill poems—
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
Dancing in the DesertMirrored ceilings, velvet floors,
a chaffeur driven limousine.
The Party can never start,
until you make the scene.
Learning nothing, leaving less,
faster faster never slow down.
Lost in the silver lining,
locked in the merry-go-round.
The silver spoon begins to tarnish,
the music, the booze, the midnight lines.
Left alone now, the parties all over,
played it close too many times.
Dancing in the desert,
dust stinging in your eyes.
Took a mischance of fortune,
too make you realize.
A simple toss of ivory dice,
twisting, twining, threads of fate.
Caught up, lost in the dream,
now hope it is not too late.
Once you have become,
you can be no more.
Pick the path to follow,
try to learn the score.
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