Keep it going
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Keep it going
The bookcase is empty; accompanied by a veil of dust and fingerprints
and a swipe of a swinging dog tail opening doorways to faded oak shelves
lined up, one by one, a descending stairwell leading to a single point
founded upon an un-vacuumed carpet characterized with soda stains.
The railing contains splintered journeys that forcefully moved
It is within the time left to grow impatient nostalgia hits
On the back wall, dimmed light filters the joyous molecules welcoming home
This is where it will begin...
Time trickles slow,
like bleeding gums,
seep decay;
desensitized by years,
months, weeks, and days
Bringing forward yesterdays, I clear its clothes off a shelf
Bearing fruit from strange writers who long ago were spotlights
The spine collapse as the skin is penetrated
My eyes is embedded in the seeds of tilled wisdom and actions....
and before the thought
has fluttered awhile before my eyes
I feel my lips expunge
on frosting breath the very words,
"Who closed the chat thread?!?"
Happy I'm in his life
Gonna make me his wife
Forever my he's my King
I'm wearing a ring
you died too soon
i swallowed heavy-
cinderblock guts and hallow bloom.
i got down with gravity
and put two knees on the moon
to watch your heart
shoot through the backside
of my wishes
this isn't what i was taught about stars
and their victims.
you'll never die as slow as the day a constellation
lives inside your ribs
and you realize it was just a visit.
crimson tide bursting at the seemingly placidQuote:
Glowing particles sowing articles of love to my sleeve.
finely threaded eloquence
shimmering angel hair stitched on whole cloth
does it suit your needs?
Or does make you Seethe?
Your countless seams tangle,
Catching grief from the angles
You triangle you.
You fit every position; flexibly.
A perfect math equating each other-
We keep adding up....
"-ation."
(An adventure in Wordplay)
Let's rearrange the furniture
Move the alter. See? (Altercation)
'But comfort can hinder growth
Breathe in November breeze (innovation)
Let us relieve our dews
Condense yesterday's tears(condensation)
Trim all loose end
Back to the subjugation (subject -ation)
I shall refl no feathers
Let me Subtitle my intention
Expect no back deals
As clothes pile in the corner on the floor and on the couch
I find that I am anxious more and spend less time going out
Disorganized / Thoughts and living spaces
My dog to keep my company, loving me
but still sometimes runs from me
That’s depressing
A habitat for vagrant expressions so fragile
they haven't become feelings yet out of fear
of flowing the incorrect direction down a one way
street. That's a transdimensional fact backed by the
speculation of cowards, but by pushing onward
one may realize truth is based on perception.
Chasing warmth like light chases the sun.
a hallowed out tree-stump
plays oboe jazz lines in 3/4 time
outside the backyard dumps
while a poet damn-near loses his lines
in the cold molasses flow
of a tenor sax that can't blow
long enough notes to eclipse
the words sealed beneath my lips
like dirty words and promises.
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there is an absence
within me
like a surgical removal
of something vital,
life-giving
which isn't necessarily a good thing,
& I keep to myself most of the time
'cause it's a crowd inside my mind
the way they say there is potential
and that isn't necessarily a good thing,
because life is a growth
like a malignant tumor as big as a base-ball
that has its roots in hope and expectation
as much as it does
cigarettes and bourbon.
You have no idea how good it is for this to be this first thing i see when i journey back to this place after so long.
this is...
how u dress to visit your favorite aunt as she is dying
you wait for your black eye to fade.
you find your best suit.
you slip on you finest, shiniest shoes
you wear the apsara necklace she made you,
facing out, to protect you from nightmares when you were 5.
you strap on the 15 dollars watch she bought you when you graduated jr high,
that you know she bought instead of food.
You tailor your best smile.
you put on your most hopeful mask.
you tell her of the vacation plan you made for the two of you, when she's well again.
you show her the plane tickets.
you keep the receipt.
Piled out my phone to write
Got my earpods on to hear,
Listen-- maybe the connections disappeared?
Dark shadows and darker hearts
Inner circuitry dull, trouble finding the spark
Lend me a light...no not salvation mate
USB type c
Just got to light the e-cigarette,
No ashes left to depart.
keep it going
flowing like a river of tears
i am the sum of all fears
i am the sum of all love
so won't you show me some love
i thank the G above
and wish to give him a hug
i love him
no homosapien
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a poem a day keeps the devil away
or so they say
i've come to save the day
yayay
Rustling away, cobwebs adorned old glory,
Rotted, wasted and decayed long ago.
The dense web a silhouette of what once was;
Dense yet not her, never her...she left long ago
It seems like yesterday yet no muse ...
Just hollow.
A husk, a shadow, no depth and no words
No matter, just an echo
Yesteryears glory longs to reminisce,
Yet with no audience to listen
Not even a witness in the vicinity,
Did glory actually return?-Was there life?
But for a moment, for a blink
An imprint on a long fossilized eye,
Off went glory, Did anyone welcome her?
Had she ever returned?