Well-debated supplications
Utters love addicted soul
Prostrated before bored eyes
The target is fiercely annoyed
World’s greatest groveler
Tearfully accepts defeat – and yet
Humbly requests one kiss on cheek
No. I don’t like you at all.
Archive for February, 2014
My eyes are happily full
So truly astonished in joy
Sighting a soul-stirring view
Not what you think at all
No mountain top magnificence
No flawlessly smiling rose
No lovers embraced in forever
True beauty is far more comical
Old, wrinkled child engages
Young, diminutive warrior
To the neutral showers – or hoses
Tie is the end of the mud fight
Kind, tender couple in the open
Hailing from godly homes
Share undulating passions
Ceaselessly until retched dawn
Kiss, embrace – there is none
Eyes refuse to meet
Mouths sealed by indifference
Uninjured hearts know better
It was only physical, not love
One monochrome world – limited dimension
So curiously safe – not safe at all
Shuffle through congested vistas
Cursory nods at vile dying vandals
Threshold to foreign human angles – please help
Bound wonders – perfumed in musty liberation
Gently adoring finger tips caress paged joy
Entranced, now open eyes go wider
Opinionated facts streaming into hollow mind
Agree or not – subscribe or reject
Involved in a penned thought world – success
Literary dweller – unfettered supreme traveler
Apply pen to paper – soar across all skies
Partners in crime – minor and large
Thick as thieves – cliché but fervently true
Keepers of secrets – appallingly vile
Trouble? No trouble at all
Of course, you can stay… as long as you need!
Feast upon all my food – dearest friend
Sleep on perfect comfort – better than outside
So glad I could help – I’m such a good friend
Few weeks (or years) crawl forward
Alleged friend – when is the end?
Haunting about and eating – no food at all!
Drug, pack possessions, ample trunk – the plan
Drive for hours to train station
$100 in glove and note on lapel
It’s been great having you – moving to Nepal
And the hawks, owls, eagles fervently envy
The height and depth of my flight – am I human
Consuming the fresh air – freedom is brisk
Blink a few times more and see – new truth
Dancing on ethereal floors – joyful abandon
Awful truth makes the music stop – fear of trouble
Gravity returns from respite – terrible fall
The catalyst to amazing adventures – your love
Slayer of oppressive sorrow – again, your love
Rise up with me, sweet love
Unprovoked villain rears its head
In forgotten human streams
Beneath the lovely, passive skin
Travelling throughout unauthorized
Torrent thoughts invade
Panic, rage, free-falling angst
World screams and whirls
Still, knowing face is composed
Enemy is nothing, then stalking
And possibly all of clinical hell
Stage 0 Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia
You are a bright speck of worry
A thousand silent no’s – outward winner gets yes
Ten thousand hour days – must train like a Greek
One billion nerves may falter – slice of death if they do
Ten thousand onlookers issue dread – disappointed moan
18 year old Olympic bronze medalist shouts in his head
Global scoffers drink, eat and belch – you are so invisible
What marvel have you done, Mr. Judge of Life?
Speed, victories, losses – all recorded under proud name
Passion and joy rain on such a wondrous creature
No searching for the end – pure freedom is the race
Must make rent – you know, third job
Mother to an always sleeping boy
I’m so sorry, my beloved son – one day …
Quick shower, coffee, apple – he’s worth it
Catch the cruel bus – super sonic fast
Baby boy not at home – why? it’s 2am
Must call in sick – slice up your pride
Sorry boss! Can I make it up, later?
Baby, where you been all this time?
Angry boy laughs. You answer me!
On your knees bitch! Hell no, pinche carbon!
Rip, beat, screams – demonic red is seen
She’s going to miss the bus – one more crime
Turf war, bullets fly – quasi-good boys die
Mama wants a shower – then repeats the rape in the ER
Baby boy – dead weight in the morgue
And the all important rent got paid, this month
He will be home, happily
Soon, very soon – a nice dream
Made his favorite dish, perhaps
It’s not that dark – says the window
That clock is broken and useless
I won’t eat without him! Shut up!
No, I haven’t slept! Are you crazy?
He’s out there and terribly hurt
I can feel it, the pain
Called his cell – disconnected
His mom and dad – hung up
Tried his work – no longer there
He’s here! He’s here! Get lost!
I wasn’t talking to anybody, baby
Observing for hours, have you?
Heard two distinct voices?
Hide, hide, rage, rage and flash
Love, apartment, clothes – vaporized
Will the staff love me, doctor?
I despise it when she says, get lost
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