Feb. 25, 08
If
I keep my back towards you
Will you memorize that curve?
You so gently place your hands
If
I keep my head turned away
Will you memorize that curve?
That neck you say is enticing
If
I tell you that it is the best
Will you memorize that curve?
That hesitation in my voice
If
I bite those lips in shame.
I always end up turning away.
I walk out on you again today
-If
I do these things
Will you still love me?
I swear to you; it is for you.
I don't look back
Hope you are always looking
Forward-
With love the hesitation
Burdening my conscious voice
My lungs.
Can you see me in fog
My hurt and opaque reasons
My heart.
Saturday, 17 May 2008
Connectivity
Feb. 26, 08
There were doors.
Doors and walls between us.
Now, I wonder why,
Why couldn’t that door,
So solid,
Be a swinging door?
There were walls.
Doors and walls between us.
Now, I wonder why,
Why couldn’t that wall,
So solid,
Have wide windows?
There were doors.
Doors and walls between us.
Now, I wonder why,
Why couldn’t that door,
So solid,
Be a swinging door?
There were walls.
Doors and walls between us.
Now, I wonder why,
Why couldn’t that wall,
So solid,
Have wide windows?
Wednesday, 14 May 2008
Celtic
May 14, 08
Adorned by memoir secrets we wrote,
Upon our backs by sadist cutting,
By our favourite place and favourite shell,
Which we snapped in two after a wish,
I wrote:
Frothy reef fingertips stretched from sea,
Just touching that storm behind blue eyes.
You praised and sang to me lullabies,
Just whiffs of your evening sigh as you
Slowly hollowed; staring into the marine
Mouthing the daily prayer set by mother
The sun enchanted me hither by blindness,
Following her path to meet her bleeding sunset,
The moon is for you to name sweet things to,
As you once did me, whisper them to the sea
And I’ll hear:
When you sit and cry to the captor of my soul
Still loving the charm reef knowing it holds me
Monday, 12 May 2008
Rag Doll
May 12, 08
Petal eyes, Plucked with your love,
Or hate,
Patch worked with memoirs of slaves,
Cross-stitched 'happiness' on my,
Virgin womb.
Steal my petal eyes, I'll cry ravels
Of string,
That will depict tales of lies when stroked.
Like a voodoo doll, I am your vent,
And weapon,
Yet always seemingly the victim.
Paradox ephemeral eternity sounds,
Pretty,
Enough for me to write it on my arm,
To remember,
That I loved how much you ripped me.
There was once a shyness, around edges,
You said,
But there was a boldness in my eyes
Now covered with funeral lace like coffee mats,
Funny,
That I believed my story began at night,
Cryptic,
Yet I felt the something of mine blooming.
*
Charmed by the smell of lies,
I came,
And came,
Just as you asked.
You stole,
And stole,
Just as you wanted.
Petal eyes, Plucked with your love,
Or hate,
Patch worked with memoirs of slaves,
Cross-stitched 'happiness' on my,
Virgin womb.
Steal my petal eyes, I'll cry ravels
Of string,
That will depict tales of lies when stroked.
Like a voodoo doll, I am your vent,
And weapon,
Yet always seemingly the victim.
Paradox ephemeral eternity sounds,
Pretty,
Enough for me to write it on my arm,
To remember,
That I loved how much you ripped me.
There was once a shyness, around edges,
You said,
But there was a boldness in my eyes
Now covered with funeral lace like coffee mats,
Funny,
That I believed my story began at night,
Cryptic,
Yet I felt the something of mine blooming.
*
Charmed by the smell of lies,
I came,
And came,
Just as you asked.
You stole,
And stole,
Just as you wanted.
Tuesday, 6 May 2008
Ma'Lady
May 6, 08
Whispers of coloured cloth near
Dancing feet, begging to touch her
Even the blades of grass, bend
A step before, each step she takes
She cautions warnings in melodies
Extracting words from only the air
Saying no need for the depth of songs
As long as there is a lover at the end
What guile is found behind dubious eyes?
And what delusions found in illusive mine?
Whispers of coloured cloth near
Dancing feet, begging to touch her
Even the blades of grass, bend
A step before, each step she takes
She cautions warnings in melodies
Extracting words from only the air
Saying no need for the depth of songs
As long as there is a lover at the end
What guile is found behind dubious eyes?
And what delusions found in illusive mine?
Monday, 5 May 2008
Her Gentleman
May 5, 08
Teasing...Like a cloud just glimpsing the sun
Half enraptured by trance light
Pocketing through the canvas
A coquette whispering ill sins
To her lover ears, I wait yonder
Waiting for the answer in winds
Frisky yet mournful as it blows
Shadowing the grape vines
Even as it plays with what it reaps
And sows again as they fall victim
To the ever mischievous wind
Formed by broken trinkets
Her bosom full figure as I remember
Mercy decides to give me memory
Of how I let nature eat her body
So I, the murder, see the silhouette
Formed by my brisk fanatical eyes
Haunting, to what not believed
So I don't believe, don't hinder me
Scarce forms of the dead and buried
Even if she not want'd to be buried.
Teasing...Like a cloud just glimpsing the sun
Sunday, 4 May 2008
Encrusted
May 3, 08
Seed,
Of thought,
Planted in over growth.
Fell,
From nowhere,
But still decided to grow.
Searching,
In the depths,
Of the darkness in ground.
Tendrils,
Of the minds eye,
Looking, discovering, and find.
Breaking,
Through the storm,
Through the black to light.
Hasten,
To what wants,
Ignoring the thwarts and throw.
Footsteps,
Scissors and knives,
Forcing thought down and behind.
Justice,
To just thoughts,
The flower just wanted to know.
-
Is a little freedom to be desired?
Seed,
Of thought,
Planted in over growth.
Fell,
From nowhere,
But still decided to grow.
Searching,
In the depths,
Of the darkness in ground.
Tendrils,
Of the minds eye,
Looking, discovering, and find.
Breaking,
Through the storm,
Through the black to light.
Hasten,
To what wants,
Ignoring the thwarts and throw.
Footsteps,
Scissors and knives,
Forcing thought down and behind.
Justice,
To just thoughts,
The flower just wanted to know.
-
Is a little freedom to be desired?
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