Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Peace

my Heart
is in heat
to pursue
that
for which I fiend
to open you up
with the softest affection
and pulsing
slide between
the spaces of all
your life's breathing sections
to push
to mesh
to press
to scream!

so loaded
with light lust & love
unexploded
so ready to take you
beneath me
enfolded
so open
so firmly
so finally
release

I'll frame you
I'll fill you

your consequence,
peace

Dolor


Of late
moonlight spills 
to tell you've escaped 
standing next to
my projected fate 

you imprinted
a definite ghost 
with laughter
in a sun 
that filled your face
with the first calm of life so loved 

What I Can

If I could compose
My love for you
If I could say
The ineffable
That you convey
-It's in my dreams
How vain I would be
To believe
I could capture in between
Birth and death
With words and breath
An affection that moves
Beyond their means

Although living I love you
(Beaming to hold your hand)
I understand
For you it's not true
Still I'm satisfied
With what
You do
If it's
Who
you
are

Unspecified Pronouns

I think you are cruel
In your deepest heart 
And if you don't see this
You are a fool 

Even now in our separate worlds 
Connected we live 
So differently 
Than we did 

Then
Cluelessly 
You came after me in tears 
Problems with pronouns 
Defined your whole year 

All the undercurrent, 
I was so obvious! 
Something unsettled 
Was capped by 
The insidious 
(You rendered our history ridiculous) 

Cuteness couldn't win my mind
with something so simple 
written clearly in my face 
-A dead give away- 
but I was replaced 

I saw this act span across years
I saw a real you
Trapped inside the game 

I saw strings attached 
& I drew up a child 
How long have I known? 
How long these strings? 

And you stop 
Your dance
Speaking straight
To my face 

"What's wrong?" you ask, "What's wrong?" 

High School #19 (for Emily Dickinson)

Lapping a head
Dueling screened windows
Skinny fellows
Lashing at innocence
& Jealous of the bumble bees
Their vengeance is
Uncompromising stings
-instructors of hate!
How did you know?
Six years old
Lying in the grass
Nature abiding
Do hornets have eyes for that?
Terrible inflictions
are Nature's cruel alarms
From poison ivy
to adders!

Monday, December 28, 2009

High School #10

Your eyes are candy traps 
Soul is a harvest moon 
Pushing thru my atmosphere  
love like a childhood 
fourth grade stomach ache 
To see your smile,
To miss your skin...
It's no obsession! I promise!
Life is merely dreary 
When you're gone. 

High School #7

I struggle thru the din
of restless morning voices
And listen to the polices
Of grade A student choices
I'm neither type today
(as most days I am not)
I'm writing on dictionaries and desks
And tying my shoelace in knots
I'm parrying all of the homework
That graduation doesn't require
Drifting in ideas of mid-day adventure
Or up-north midnight fires
Insatiable energy builds in the hours
A city is calling my name;
There's ladders to be climbed!
There's Pathways to discover!
But at school
I'm busy wasting a day.

Entreaties

Do you know how many men
mistake that look for affection?
My eyes fly out of my head with perception!
-racing flight pawned off onto sight-
I can't hear a sound
-the world around me drools!
My soul presses out
with photographic tools...

The logic of you
as merely my friend
is dim
& your kindness
cruel!

Here's one more man
who takes himself apart
at your feet
as if saying
this is just the start
of what I'll do
to entreat
your Heart.

Conquest

My Body is rich with dreams of you

exists 
to carry some kiss
to subdue 
Desire inspired 
by your lips
that I knew
were of the few to respond 
Completely true 
I must live off of a glimpse of you
for some time
so I worship your Heart
In the center of my Mind 

My Body is rich with dreams of you 

persists in seeking out 
your deepest faces
ensconced in estates of my soul

Some day we shall be even 
Love for Love 
Until then I must make you my goal. 


Vast and Alive

In the deep in 
The inner Inn 
Infinite angles exist 
From which to raise my fist
and proclaim... ! 
-But I stay behind my Self 
& stray to Peripheries 
Where enormous Life passes
In crisp falling nows,
Acknowledging
Bittersweet Beauty 
Collapse and Aging 

Since perfectly we've aligned 
The coldest figures of winter are mine 
Kept warm in you,
Kept completely Vast
and Alive  

.

From your thousand attributes
one is with me now-
I have made peace with silence
-that first metal of solitude
and am alone
in your house darling,
missing you.

How to pass the hours
until this ends
and you are now
the future I await?

Passing Notes

I pace thru letters
forming words
that reach &
end up swooning instead

To watch those hands
Smoking and light
To find magnificent
Pictures in the white

Passing by
My clumsy stance only proves
Dumbfounded
I'm amazed at the way she moves

This heart holds within me
These emotions that endure
Notice one woman purely
She is near me
(you are her)

Ten Year Ghost

I'm already losing you 
Losing yourself to them
Endless people that surge.
You're blissing out in cafe veins 
With delusions of growing
Somehow by their names.  
                I cannot ride
the social pool 
loosely gaining faces astray 
falling in on endless hives 
with lukewarm receptions
& manual chairs
automatic invitations 
lost in their stares.

I am a stranger
Not unknown
merely waiting 
for time to turn back, 
for your energy 
to receive me with immediacy 
as if miraculously 
this war was over 
and finally 
I stood before you still alive