Yes lady yes. I agree there are no poems more beautiful than trees. But please lady please, let poems be thier leaves. Let roots sprout and grow metaphores. Let words wander like tiny rivulets of water in the snow. Let words be wonderful. Let words bring...
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Travel the weather. To where we are built of bricks and clay. Let us speak of lost kingdoms and broken weapons. When did the ghost of time bead on the rim of a shattered Scottish well? Where in the piles of dead is there an ember that spans the seasons of...
Tarring trees and the tops of flowers. I never ment to plow reap or sow. God save the flowers from my heavy hands. My heart doesn't laugh anymore it is too hard to open bitter lips. Sealed with an urgent yet quiet kiss, they are frozen. I wonder if she pa...
Let us lay by the river side. Let us fall in the land of Jordan. Let us call it suicide. Let us gather the sparrow's feathers. Let us gather them all. Let us deny that we pray. Let us call the Almighty. Let us weep in the raging river. Let us be swept dow...
The sky going round. The rainbows in chains. All you do is blame indigo. What dove have you loved? What sparrow has loved you? And yet you never say hi. I am a chain of rainbows. In my agony I curse my inner sky. I am the undead rainbow. I am a fool and I...
For I have earned every one. Each, is a gift from the wings of a flawless valkyie. I have walked the sky for age after age of man. I am THE firestarter. It was I who clashed two riverstones together and that spark never dimed. I pay a somber price under t...
A perfect butterfly. I have watched you for days in that lonely courtyard. No flowers. Why did you stay? At gloaming, I come to find you trapped in that spider's grip. I would have intervened but her poison was sunk deep into your back. Oh, how you strugg...
Here At This Place
Asking questionsI have come here. I have come here to ponder a question. I sit on the edge before the waves of dawn to learn this humble question. The sand is soft as I struggle in and out of my childhood memory. God? Are the waves speaking to me? Am I a wronged man? Her...
Must Have Been Fifty Pies
Fairy fayDid you see me that day? Oh, my fairy fae. Beautiful, young, and strong Loving the virtual scandal. I suffered your laughter for the longest half an hour. I admired and longed knowing if I were married I'd have left hearth and home to have of your vim, a...
I was fourteen, So was she. I had been away from school for a while, I didn't bother, and they didn't care. I had heard about her from the freak vine. That she had given it up to a real sleazy guy named Todd. I didn't know her, and I figured hey no points...
My name is Gary. I have been but buried under the ash of my song long as I can remember. My hands and fingernails split and broken only the given words for meaning. Do you want that too? My name, my path, or my song? I do not claim it is beautiful. I only...
In my lazy left hand, I grip the dregs of mercy. I can not see her. I can not call or write her. Oh god, she does not even know the sound of my quivering voice. Yet I have spoken her name twenty times a day for five years.Who among you knows how truly sil...
Didn't take me long to learn the rules of life. Taking and hurting as long as you can kick ass and it's yours. I was fairly literate as a young kid. It came from being accident prone I guess. In fourth grade, I had a nearly fatal accident. I had run thro...
Tonight, I vow by the spirals God wove into my fingertips,That if I am not poet perfect. I shall never write these words again. "I love you, Basil. "I stood in the eclipse of a rainbow. I cried two even tears that the sun had killed the storm clouds. I...
Some work is far too real. The grand stuff of usefulness. Can you imagine the right hand of God (atom.)As he wandered the fresh reality and gave it names. What kind of insight and sacred creativity does it take to say this is called sunlight? Did he creat...