-
creatures half concealed by
cocoon remains rush about
-
roots and limbs born out again
as skyward green
-
th' edges iz easiest to find
easies' ta fit inta place
-
a wisp of smoke curled
round the edge of taste
-
Will you crack the old
dry twig of language
-
even then with that blood-chilled future
hanging fresh like a widow's web
-
death will come
slowly quietly
-
the lake wimpled bits of sun
thin pines stood breathing by
-
-
from the moment i looked up and saw
just over my head your memory
-
will your long slender roots
reach down and tickle my
-
Joy came
whispering through autumn oaks
-
We are small yellow suns
suspended together in space
-
-
her silhouette flickered about but seen
from the farthest corners of vision
-
-
i did not even come to conquer / the death still pits of my fears
though i stood at the precipice / and pondered their hollow depths
-
-
Your eyes recede into shadow
old dark pits lined ...
-
-
How is it I feel the slight wind even now,
almost breathing on my thoughts, and
-
-
Nostalgia is but a hollow wind,
and I a new-grown wood.
-
-
in the fallows of your mind
tilled beneath your dreams
-
you never took that one slow breath
hands trembling eyes twitching
-
-
It was covered in shrubs, / weaves of poison oak,
and the old fallen branches / of deeply rooted tears.
-
-
A long strained moan struggles from the gloom
-
-
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32 lines, 11 comments,
on Feb 11 1:00 AM 2007. In Hope, Personal
-
-
its scaly roots / swam beneath the ground like coiled serpents / half risen for air
-
let us meditate on stars fixed in double panes
-
-
-
take your long lithe figure
your bright ruby smile
-
-
syncopated snores
crack the varied drones
-
your bed will creak with pain
a quiet hopeless rage
-
arid airs absorb the skies
blasting tears to streaks of salt
-
21 lines, 3 comments,
on Aug 29 12:45 PM 2006. In Weird, Personal
-
27 lines, 5 comments,
on Aug 25 12:54 PM 2006. In Society, Nature
-
Consciousness manifests a complex
ghost in the chassis
-
-
anguished nipples face the wall
a red fist pounds dry air
-
trunks and boughs
broken into maenad nests ...
-
run your fingertips along my scattered thoughts
-
-
in the halogen light tiny oak leaves quiver
-
8 lines, 17 comments,
on Mar 15 6:54 AM 2006. In Spiritual
-
49 lines, 29 comments,
on Feb 24 9:34 AM 2006. In Personal, Hope
-
razor black talons
aimed at my mind
-
was it really the tenderness
you found beneath blue skirts
-
there will just be a pond
surrounded by grass
-
now it flails in the wind
an artifact of memory
-
Your surprised face fills itself
with the elegance of instinct
-
close your eyes and dream my friend
no longer can the old pains trouble you
-
and dreams are set adrift
wafting like scents through the void
-
walls breathe in darkness
linens screech at silence
-
who can escape
the sound of water
-
an unstriped snake
convulsing across the mountains
-
and i began to tear my flesh
bruise my bones
-
between the lines
space expands
-
what measure of gravity
never brillianced the heart
-
-
-
i scrambled from your massive shadow
but it stretched in stillness like a sundial
-
your words flash
briefly into view
-
silhouettes flash in moments
five shiny black claws tear past my ribs
-
even dreams were impenetrable
cemented in concrete
-
His face is smug, arrogant
Ghoulish and gray against the high-backed café chair
32 lines, 19 comments,
on Mar 26 3:47 PM 2005. In Society
-
I want you to know that I hear your sobs
A sound like a leaking roof
-
All hopes have ceased to hold meaning
The shadow of my diffusion draws near
-
in the house of mirrors
vigorously wipe the dust
-
Try to imagine / Crystal drops / Gentle wonder
19 lines, 42 comments,
on Oct 23 9:23 PM 2004. In Hope
-
if words / could express
your loveliness / your depthless beauty...
43 lines, 20 comments,
on Oct 22 5:16 PM 2004. In Other
-
In overwhelming motion
Stillness saturates
12 lines, 13 comments,
on Oct 6 7:06 PM 2004. In Personal
-
water is walking on jesus
air is flying up through christ
-
It stood on a hill / Overlooking the town
Plain to view / For all to see
-
make your choice / how will you live / with or without hope
-
“what is it?”
i ask the gray-haired man
-
It would seem / Your touch within me Through this forgotten dream
Through the unchartable destruction / Of all I was
-
Fortress yourself
Within your assumptions
-
concrete blight upon barren land...
somtimes i dream of you...
-
rarely are we told that it's okay / to allow it into our voice
a crackling sound, a wailing pain / to wear it on our face like a hungry infant
-
ripped from the earth
songlines erased for the next ten thousand years
-
Some thoughts on how about the nature of free verse and some explanation of how I use free verse myself.
-
ripped from the earth
songlines erased for the next ten thousand years
-
rarely are we told that it's okay / to allow it into our voice
a crackling sound, a wailing pain / to wear it on our face like a hungry infant
-
concrete blight upon barren land...
somtimes i dream of you...
-
Fortress yourself
Within your assumptions
-
It would seem / Your touch within me Through this forgotten dream
Through the unchartable destruction / Of all I was
-
“what is it?”
i ask the gray-haired man
-
make your choice / how will you live / with or without hope
-
It stood on a hill / Overlooking the town
Plain to view / For all to see
-
water is walking on jesus
air is flying up through christ
-
In overwhelming motion
Stillness saturates
12 lines, 13 comments,
on Oct 6 7:06 PM 2004. In Personal
-
if words / could express
your loveliness / your depthless beauty...
43 lines, 20 comments,
on Oct 22 5:16 PM 2004. In Other
-
Try to imagine / Crystal drops / Gentle wonder
19 lines, 42 comments,
on Oct 23 9:23 PM 2004. In Hope
-
in the house of mirrors
vigorously wipe the dust
-
All hopes have ceased to hold meaning
The shadow of my diffusion draws near
-
I want you to know that I hear your sobs
A sound like a leaking roof
-
His face is smug, arrogant
Ghoulish and gray against the high-backed café chair
32 lines, 19 comments,
on Mar 26 3:47 PM 2005. In Society
-
even dreams were impenetrable
cemented in concrete
-
silhouettes flash in moments
five shiny black claws tear past my ribs
-
your words flash
briefly into view
-
i scrambled from your massive shadow
but it stretched in stillness like a sundial
-
-
-
what measure of gravity
never brillianced the heart
-
between the lines
space expands
-
and i began to tear my flesh
bruise my bones
-
an unstriped snake
convulsing across the mountains
-
who can escape
the sound of water
-
walls breathe in darkness
linens screech at silence
-
and dreams are set adrift
wafting like scents through the void
-
close your eyes and dream my friend
no longer can the old pains trouble you
-
Your surprised face fills itself
with the elegance of instinct
-
now it flails in the wind
an artifact of memory
-
there will just be a pond
surrounded by grass
-
was it really the tenderness
you found beneath blue skirts
-
razor black talons
aimed at my mind
-
49 lines, 29 comments,
on Feb 24 9:34 AM 2006. In Personal, Hope
-
8 lines, 17 comments,
on Mar 15 6:54 AM 2006. In Spiritual
-
in the halogen light tiny oak leaves quiver
-
-
run your fingertips along my scattered thoughts
-
trunks and boughs
broken into maenad nests ...
-
anguished nipples face the wall
a red fist pounds dry air
-
-
Consciousness manifests a complex
ghost in the chassis
-
27 lines, 5 comments,
on Aug 25 12:54 PM 2006. In Society, Nature
-
21 lines, 3 comments,
on Aug 29 12:45 PM 2006. In Weird, Personal
-
arid airs absorb the skies
blasting tears to streaks of salt
-
your bed will creak with pain
a quiet hopeless rage
-
syncopated snores
crack the varied drones
-
-
take your long lithe figure
your bright ruby smile
-
-
-
let us meditate on stars fixed in double panes
-
its scaly roots / swam beneath the ground like coiled serpents / half risen for air
-
-
--- ---
32 lines, 11 comments,
on Feb 11 1:00 AM 2007. In Hope, Personal
-
-
A long strained moan struggles from the gloom
-
-
It was covered in shrubs, / weaves of poison oak,
and the old fallen branches / of deeply rooted tears.
-
-
you never took that one slow breath
hands trembling eyes twitching
-
in the fallows of your mind
tilled beneath your dreams
-
-
Nostalgia is but a hollow wind,
and I a new-grown wood.
-
-
How is it I feel the slight wind even now,
almost breathing on my thoughts, and
-
-
Your eyes recede into shadow
old dark pits lined ...
-
-
i did not even come to conquer / the death still pits of my fears
though i stood at the precipice / and pondered their hollow depths
-
-
her silhouette flickered about but seen
from the farthest corners of vision
-
-
We are small yellow suns
suspended together in space
-
Joy came
whispering through autumn oaks
-
will your long slender roots
reach down and tickle my
-
from the moment i looked up and saw
just over my head your memory
-
-
the lake wimpled bits of sun
thin pines stood breathing by
-
death will come
slowly quietly
-
even then with that blood-chilled future
hanging fresh like a widow's web
-
Will you crack the old
dry twig of language
-
a wisp of smoke curled
round the edge of taste
-
th' edges iz easiest to find
easies' ta fit inta place
-
roots and limbs born out again
as skyward green
-
creatures half concealed by
cocoon remains rush about
-
-
-
These were trees once
tall as the changeling sky
-
It won't matter then
when your eyes begin to fade
-
and your head swells grotesque
to bursting from your dark black suit
-
-
the strain of hogweeds
clung to hillsides like
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