Nov. 28, 2012
A Woman in Words
How do you capture
A woman in words?
How do you capture
Fleeting beauty,
Like a doe framed by the forest,
Frozen in serenity,
Nature itself
Falling still in her presence,
A brief moment
With a creature of poise and grace,
'Til the wood swallows her up again.
Oh that my words were music,
A tune to catch in your head,
I would make you remember her always.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
How and Why I Read
Nov. 27, 2012
How and Why I Read
I burn through books
Like Sherman burned the South,
The bastard,
An all consuming blaze
That sucks up words
Like oxygen to fuel the flame.
Kids,
Take a hint,
Read everything you can get
Your grubby mitts on,
'Cuz once it's in your head
It's yours,
And no one can take it away.
How and Why I Read
I burn through books
Like Sherman burned the South,
The bastard,
An all consuming blaze
That sucks up words
Like oxygen to fuel the flame.
Kids,
Take a hint,
Read everything you can get
Your grubby mitts on,
'Cuz once it's in your head
It's yours,
And no one can take it away.
I Say Shit
Nov. 26, 2012
I Say Shit
I know some people
Who know some people,
Bet you know these people, too.
Say,
Swearing shows a
Miniscule vocabulary,
In that lecturing tone of voice.
Shit,
Filth,
Rubbish,
Slime,
Foul fool who pains my vision!
Fragment of diseased flesh,
Pus-ridden cur
With rancid breath,
A.k.a.
You piece of shit.
Astronomical,
Stunning in its form
And physiology,
Monument of life,
Testament of human achievement!
Ala,
This shit is bananas,
And let's not forget that solemn oath:
Away with all this triviality!
I am Man,
As good as thou art,
And I shall not be trod upon!
Vis-a-vis,
Fuck this shit.
I say shit
To get your attention,
To sum up
All at once
The torrents of thought
And exclamation
Bursting
From my mind,
But my flourishing details,
My
rich vocabulary,
I save for those
Who kindly ask,
"What's up?"
I Say Shit
I know some people
Who know some people,
Bet you know these people, too.
Say,
Swearing shows a
Miniscule vocabulary,
In that lecturing tone of voice.
Shit,
Filth,
Rubbish,
Slime,
Foul fool who pains my vision!
Fragment of diseased flesh,
Pus-ridden cur
With rancid breath,
A.k.a.
You piece of shit.
Astronomical,
Stunning in its form
And physiology,
Monument of life,
Testament of human achievement!
Ala,
This shit is bananas,
And let's not forget that solemn oath:
Away with all this triviality!
I am Man,
As good as thou art,
And I shall not be trod upon!
Vis-a-vis,
Fuck this shit.
I say shit
To get your attention,
To sum up
All at once
The torrents of thought
And exclamation
Bursting
From my mind,
But my flourishing details,
My
rich vocabulary,
I save for those
Who kindly ask,
"What's up?"
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Hold Tight, My Brother
Nov. 25, 2012
Hold Tight, My Brother
Hold tight,
Hold tight, my Brother!
Armageddon's come,
The signs and omens
Fly about like demons!
The hellfire rakes our flesh,
The Earth splits beneath our feet,
The seas boil over!
But I'll never let you go,
My Brother,
I'll never let you go.
The hordes of Circumstance
Are in our halls,
The hounds of Chance
Snap behind our doors,
And old man Death
Looks on through yonder window,
Eyeing us with glee.
Our allies have abandoned us,
Our homes engulfed in flame,
The countryside is overrun
With the howls of tortured souls,
Begging us to join their ranks.
But hold tight,
Hold tight, my Brother!
We'll face the beasts together,
I your shield
And you my spear!
We'll hurl them back to the Abyss,
Throw them from our sight!
Arm in arm
We'll catch them 'neath
Our boots of steel,
And grind them back to dust!
Hold tight,
Hold tight, my Brother,
And I will never let you go,
Oh no,
I'll never let you go!
Hold Tight, My Brother
Hold tight,
Hold tight, my Brother!
Armageddon's come,
The signs and omens
Fly about like demons!
The hellfire rakes our flesh,
The Earth splits beneath our feet,
The seas boil over!
But I'll never let you go,
My Brother,
I'll never let you go.
The hordes of Circumstance
Are in our halls,
The hounds of Chance
Snap behind our doors,
And old man Death
Looks on through yonder window,
Eyeing us with glee.
Our allies have abandoned us,
Our homes engulfed in flame,
The countryside is overrun
With the howls of tortured souls,
Begging us to join their ranks.
But hold tight,
Hold tight, my Brother!
We'll face the beasts together,
I your shield
And you my spear!
We'll hurl them back to the Abyss,
Throw them from our sight!
Arm in arm
We'll catch them 'neath
Our boots of steel,
And grind them back to dust!
Hold tight,
Hold tight, my Brother,
And I will never let you go,
Oh no,
I'll never let you go!
Criminal of Love
Nov. 24, 2012
Criminal of Love
I'm waiting for you,
Next one in life.
I'm expecting any day
To head outside
On my way to work
And get caught by your eye,
Get locked up in those eyes
Far too long in coming.
I've been there before,
Felt the soothing chains of love,
Shackled to a lover,
Hands bound
To waists,
To necks,
To legs and lips.
Gods help me,
A sweet prison,
Tied in knots of hands and arms and fingers.
Pressed chest to chest,
We've lost our elbow room
But gained a view,
Watch the sun rise everyday,
In our eyes.
I'm waiting for you,
Next one in life.
My hands are free,
My lips are unattached
'Til you catch me,
A criminal of love.
Criminal of Love
I'm waiting for you,
Next one in life.
I'm expecting any day
To head outside
On my way to work
And get caught by your eye,
Get locked up in those eyes
Far too long in coming.
I've been there before,
Felt the soothing chains of love,
Shackled to a lover,
Hands bound
To waists,
To necks,
To legs and lips.
Gods help me,
A sweet prison,
Tied in knots of hands and arms and fingers.
Pressed chest to chest,
We've lost our elbow room
But gained a view,
Watch the sun rise everyday,
In our eyes.
I'm waiting for you,
Next one in life.
My hands are free,
My lips are unattached
'Til you catch me,
A criminal of love.
Haiku #6: Miraculous Medal
Nov. 23, 2012
Haiku #6: Miraculous Medal
Cold amulet hangs
On her hot chest, burnt lungs filled
With post-coital cool.
Haiku #6: Miraculous Medal
Cold amulet hangs
On her hot chest, burnt lungs filled
With post-coital cool.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Penny's Worth of Thought
Nov. 22, 2012
Penny's Worth of Thought
How lovely it is,
When all is said and done,
To stare up into the sky
And know that it does not end?
Penny's Worth of Thought
How lovely it is,
When all is said and done,
To stare up into the sky
And know that it does not end?
Haiku #5: Thanksgiving
Nov. 21, 2012
Haiku #5: Thanksgiving
Not another day,
But a day we share the thanks
We give every day.
Haiku #5: Thanksgiving
Not another day,
But a day we share the thanks
We give every day.
Poem for Thyself, On a Future Day
Nov. 20, 2012
Poem for Thyself, on a Future Day
Friend, you have gone far.
You've shaken the earth beneath your feet,
You've travelled the great road
And found new lands,
And you've longed for him before,
As you'll long for home again.
So I gave this to you.
Be at peace.
Know I am here beside you,
No matter who you are,
I am here.
I am not a god,
I am but a soul.
You hold me in your hand
As you lift the page.
I wish you
Nothing but peace.
I grant you nothing
But hope.
I give you
I am here.
When the heaping weight of the Earth
Stands on your shoulders,
When you are plagued
By the black gnats of fear,
When the whip
Lashes most,
Say,
I am here,
For you are,
And this will always be true,
For I am here,
Too.
Poem for Thyself, on a Future Day
Friend, you have gone far.
You've shaken the earth beneath your feet,
You've travelled the great road
And found new lands,
And you've longed for him before,
As you'll long for home again.
So I gave this to you.
Be at peace.
Know I am here beside you,
No matter who you are,
I am here.
I am not a god,
I am but a soul.
You hold me in your hand
As you lift the page.
I wish you
Nothing but peace.
I grant you nothing
But hope.
I give you
I am here.
When the heaping weight of the Earth
Stands on your shoulders,
When you are plagued
By the black gnats of fear,
When the whip
Lashes most,
Say,
I am here,
For you are,
And this will always be true,
For I am here,
Too.
Encounter with a Man in Need
Nov. 19, 2012
Encounter with a Man in Need
A man came up to me today,
Name of Mr. Washington.
I shared my bench
And we sat down a while.
Bought him a cup of coffee for his story.
Fifteen years in prison,
Locked up in '97,
Locked up when our towers
Cracked and shuddered
The foundations of the world.
Locked up
When the internet took over,
Computers in our palms.
Locked up
When I was eight years old,
Thinking about church
And video games.
And now,
He's free,
But all the world is changed,
He said,
All the world is changed.
I gave him a ten dollar bill.
I should've told him,
I'll tell him now,
You and I
Are two great Alexanders
In a world of superheroes.
Bit by bit
We'll assemble our empires
Out of this mess.
My prayers for you,
I wish you all the best.
Encounter with a Man in Need
A man came up to me today,
Name of Mr. Washington.
I shared my bench
And we sat down a while.
Bought him a cup of coffee for his story.
Fifteen years in prison,
Locked up in '97,
Locked up when our towers
Cracked and shuddered
The foundations of the world.
Locked up
When the internet took over,
Computers in our palms.
Locked up
When I was eight years old,
Thinking about church
And video games.
And now,
He's free,
But all the world is changed,
He said,
All the world is changed.
I gave him a ten dollar bill.
I should've told him,
I'll tell him now,
You and I
Are two great Alexanders
In a world of superheroes.
Bit by bit
We'll assemble our empires
Out of this mess.
My prayers for you,
I wish you all the best.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Note from a Soul Recently Deceased
Nov. 18, 2012
Note from a Soul Recently Deceased
From six feet underground
The world all looks the same,
One big mess
Of caverns and graves,
Sprawling out before me,
But all the people at rest.
Had I known in life,
I would have found a patch of grass to lie in,
and had the world laid out before me.
Live at your best,
I'll cheer you all the way.
Motion
Nov. 17, 2012
Motion
I like to feel in motion,
Riding the sidewalks
Into the paths of Douglass Park.
The sound of passing trains is a comfort,
The streets steadily alive
Footsteps pulsing out
A steady rhythm on gravel.
Even the movement of the pen pleases me,
Thoughts skittering across a page
Like scattered swans,
And when I'm sitting still
I take a great relief,
Knowing the Earth rolls beneath me,
Swimming through
Some heavenly ether,
Towing me slowly out to sea
With moons and stars.
Motion
I like to feel in motion,
Riding the sidewalks
Into the paths of Douglass Park.
The sound of passing trains is a comfort,
The streets steadily alive
Footsteps pulsing out
A steady rhythm on gravel.
Even the movement of the pen pleases me,
Thoughts skittering across a page
Like scattered swans,
And when I'm sitting still
I take a great relief,
Knowing the Earth rolls beneath me,
Swimming through
Some heavenly ether,
Towing me slowly out to sea
With moons and stars.
From the Wood
Nov. 16, 2012
From the Wood
I'm from the wood,
From wooden castles
Built upon the hills.
In my younger days
I ran through pines,
Ivy and vines
Clutching with thorns,
Snatching at my heels.
My size six shoes
Would come home muddy,
And I would leave them outside
With the dogs.
My windows were ever green,
Shaded with blues.
The wood,
It teaches you to listen,
A listening
Silence imposes on us.
Came to love lady Echo,
Jets roaring far overhead,
Wind pushing needles
Side to side,
A quiet shuffling of creatures,
Too ancient and set in their ways
To move.
I came to love
The silent sound of age,
Waving in the breeze.
Barefoot on blue rock driveways,
Laid down half a century ago,
Pressing my toes
Into a damp stone ribbon,
Swallowed up by the branches,
The shadows of fig leaves.
Now I'm on the traveler's path,
Leaning against slabs of buildings,
Listening to the wind whistle
Off from the lake,
And I still listen out for that timeless,
That good wooden sound
Of days inching by.
From the Wood
I'm from the wood,
From wooden castles
Built upon the hills.
In my younger days
I ran through pines,
Ivy and vines
Clutching with thorns,
Snatching at my heels.
My size six shoes
Would come home muddy,
And I would leave them outside
With the dogs.
My windows were ever green,
Shaded with blues.
The wood,
It teaches you to listen,
A listening
Silence imposes on us.
Came to love lady Echo,
Jets roaring far overhead,
Wind pushing needles
Side to side,
A quiet shuffling of creatures,
Too ancient and set in their ways
To move.
I came to love
The silent sound of age,
Waving in the breeze.
Barefoot on blue rock driveways,
Laid down half a century ago,
Pressing my toes
Into a damp stone ribbon,
Swallowed up by the branches,
The shadows of fig leaves.
Now I'm on the traveler's path,
Leaning against slabs of buildings,
Listening to the wind whistle
Off from the lake,
And I still listen out for that timeless,
That good wooden sound
Of days inching by.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
On My Move to Chicago, IL
Nov. 15, 2012
On My Move to Chicago, IL
Like diving into a concrete ocean,
Fighting just to reach the surface
And spitting up slimy chunks of gravel
and stone.
After recovering from the impact,
I waded to a semi-solid mass,
a clod of Earth
smothered in the sludge.
I went to work,
chipping off the dirty coat of cement
til the soil could breathe again,
And,
hoisting it upon my back
to keep it dry,
Walked out on the hardening rock
to find another piece of Earth.
I have built mountains,
and though I'm on a foreign shore,
I will build again.
On My Move to Chicago, IL
Like diving into a concrete ocean,
Fighting just to reach the surface
And spitting up slimy chunks of gravel
and stone.
After recovering from the impact,
I waded to a semi-solid mass,
a clod of Earth
smothered in the sludge.
I went to work,
chipping off the dirty coat of cement
til the soil could breathe again,
And,
hoisting it upon my back
to keep it dry,
Walked out on the hardening rock
to find another piece of Earth.
I have built mountains,
and though I'm on a foreign shore,
I will build again.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Haiku #4: My Hope for our Future
Nov. 14, 2012
Haiku #4: My Hope for Our Future
We make and break love,
Holding hands on hidden paths,
May they always wind.
Haiku #4: My Hope for Our Future
We make and break love,
Holding hands on hidden paths,
May they always wind.
Georgia Sun
Nov. 13, 2012
Georgia Sun
I made love to Georgia,
sun streaming through her hair,
Kissed her neck
and laid her down
upon the forest floor.
We slept between the hillsides,
awoke to the pale glow of midnight
and stretched out our feet in the grass,
soaked with dew.
We picked our clothes down
out of the trees,
shook the magnolias
'til they rained.
I kissed her then,
covered in moonlight and cool water,
Held her,
Felt her pulse fight back the cold
as she looked into my eyes,
the look in her eyes
as she held me back.
Georgia Sun
I made love to Georgia,
sun streaming through her hair,
Kissed her neck
and laid her down
upon the forest floor.
We slept between the hillsides,
awoke to the pale glow of midnight
and stretched out our feet in the grass,
soaked with dew.
We picked our clothes down
out of the trees,
shook the magnolias
'til they rained.
I kissed her then,
covered in moonlight and cool water,
Held her,
Felt her pulse fight back the cold
as she looked into my eyes,
the look in her eyes
as she held me back.
Heart's in Charleston
Nov. 12, 2012
Heart's in Charleston
Heart's in Charleston where I left it,
Gave it to her 'neath the moon.
Found my love in Carolina,
I left her much to soon.
When I'm old and I am weary,
Please take me to her shore,
Lost my heart in Charleston,
Now I'll never love no more.
We first made eyes when I arrived
On the old I-26,
Her steeples rose before me,
I knew my soul was fixed.
Her eyes as blue as oceans,
Her isles all brimming green,
A pearl upon the seashore,
Finest gem you've ever seen.
Last time I saw her
was far too long ago.
She kissed me with her her coral lips,
She begged me not to go,
But I was bound for foreign towns,
New ports and distant shores,
So I left my heart in Charleston
So I would never love no more.
Heart's in Charleston
Heart's in Charleston where I left it,
Gave it to her 'neath the moon.
Found my love in Carolina,
I left her much to soon.
When I'm old and I am weary,
Please take me to her shore,
Lost my heart in Charleston,
Now I'll never love no more.
We first made eyes when I arrived
On the old I-26,
Her steeples rose before me,
I knew my soul was fixed.
Her eyes as blue as oceans,
Her isles all brimming green,
A pearl upon the seashore,
Finest gem you've ever seen.
Last time I saw her
was far too long ago.
She kissed me with her her coral lips,
She begged me not to go,
But I was bound for foreign towns,
New ports and distant shores,
So I left my heart in Charleston
So I would never love no more.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
A Love Poem, #...Lets' Say 1
Nov. 11, 2012
A Love Poem, #...Let's Say 1
I would wait a hot second
just to see you smile.
I would wait a hot minute
to chat with you a while.
I would walk five hundred miles
to help you cross a step.
I would meet five hundred faces
'til yours and mine had met.
And
I would tear apart the Earth,
snap it to halves,
hurl them to scour the stars,
lasso the moon,
recruit Venus for the search,
blaze my way through time
to meet you at the end,
to take you by the hand.
Fade out with you,
blink back with you,
'Til we begin again.
A Love Poem, #...Let's Say 1
I would wait a hot second
just to see you smile.
I would wait a hot minute
to chat with you a while.
I would walk five hundred miles
to help you cross a step.
I would meet five hundred faces
'til yours and mine had met.
And
I would tear apart the Earth,
snap it to halves,
hurl them to scour the stars,
lasso the moon,
recruit Venus for the search,
blaze my way through time
to meet you at the end,
to take you by the hand.
Fade out with you,
blink back with you,
'Til we begin again.
Public Surfaces
Nov. 10, 2012
Public Surfaces
I am not a sanitizer.
I don't fear rails or handles,
worn down posts,
tarnished brass,
peeling paint or chalked up windows.
Germs may propagate,
swarm across the surface,
But these things are landmarks,
Monuments of our day to day.
The broken balustrades,
The knobs gripped by thousands,
The shaky desktop
bears the hands
of souls departed,
from yesterday to long ago,
And with every touch
I leave my mark by theirs.
Lean into your seat on the train,
Feel the millions marching to work
to feed the family,
to earn the chance to rest.
I don't feel filth.
I feel a handshake
from the past,
Warming my palm
and helping me along.
Public Surfaces
I am not a sanitizer.
I don't fear rails or handles,
worn down posts,
tarnished brass,
peeling paint or chalked up windows.
Germs may propagate,
swarm across the surface,
But these things are landmarks,
Monuments of our day to day.
The broken balustrades,
The knobs gripped by thousands,
The shaky desktop
bears the hands
of souls departed,
from yesterday to long ago,
And with every touch
I leave my mark by theirs.
Lean into your seat on the train,
Feel the millions marching to work
to feed the family,
to earn the chance to rest.
I don't feel filth.
I feel a handshake
from the past,
Warming my palm
and helping me along.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Ode to Nanowrimo, A Braggart's Tune
Nov. 9, 2012
Ode to Nanowrimo,
A Braggart's Tune
I took my ship a'sailin',
A beauty, oh, she was!
But we made for
an icy shore,
The port a frozen glow,
She snapped her masts and jib sheets,
She sank beneath the foam,
I lost my boat
upon the floes
of Nanowrimo.
Me mum
she told me not to go,
the word count was too high,
But I was brave,
a foolish knave,
she knew I'd lost my mind.
Her icy shores, her pearly shine,
Her women all are fine,
So
I stole my father's fishing boat
and took her to the brine.
We hit the water running,
The words they flew and flew,
First past old two thousand
then four thousand and forty two,
But I slammed the hull
somewhere around
six thousand,
minus a few,
Lost Father's boat
Upon the floes
of Nanowrimo.
I may not have got far,
but I'll claim my words the same!
I struggled though I lost the ship
upon the roarin' mane,
Even though
I numbered more
than I
can truthfully maintain!
Lost Father's boat
upon the floes
of Nanowrimo.
Lost Father's boat,
a mile or more,
from Nanowrimo!
Ode to Nanowrimo,
A Braggart's Tune
I took my ship a'sailin',
A beauty, oh, she was!
But we made for
an icy shore,
The port a frozen glow,
She snapped her masts and jib sheets,
She sank beneath the foam,
I lost my boat
upon the floes
of Nanowrimo.
Me mum
she told me not to go,
the word count was too high,
But I was brave,
a foolish knave,
she knew I'd lost my mind.
Her icy shores, her pearly shine,
Her women all are fine,
So
I stole my father's fishing boat
and took her to the brine.
We hit the water running,
The words they flew and flew,
First past old two thousand
then four thousand and forty two,
But I slammed the hull
somewhere around
six thousand,
minus a few,
Lost Father's boat
Upon the floes
of Nanowrimo.
I may not have got far,
but I'll claim my words the same!
I struggled though I lost the ship
upon the roarin' mane,
Even though
I numbered more
than I
can truthfully maintain!
Lost Father's boat
upon the floes
of Nanowrimo.
Lost Father's boat,
a mile or more,
from Nanowrimo!
Friday, November 9, 2012
Inspiration #7
Nov. 9, 2012
Inspiration #7
An interesting feeling,
denoted by our sense of strength,
That is,
our strength of soul
and self.
We rise to it,
a constant steady climb,
'Til all find,
at last,
a place,
equilibrium,
Or,
As we often feel,
the Good Lady
leans down with a kiss,
filling our mouths
with a blissful taste.
All for a moment,
and she lowers us back to the earth,
The hike still ahead.
Inspiration #7
An interesting feeling,
denoted by our sense of strength,
That is,
our strength of soul
and self.
We rise to it,
a constant steady climb,
'Til all find,
at last,
a place,
equilibrium,
Or,
As we often feel,
the Good Lady
leans down with a kiss,
filling our mouths
with a blissful taste.
All for a moment,
and she lowers us back to the earth,
The hike still ahead.
Anger Addicts
Nov. 8, 2012
Anger Addicts
We've all met them,
seen them played
in many roles.
The ferocious driver,
running down snakes
and dogs,
terrifying parents,
thrilling children.
The late guest,
furious at time,
at their own neglect,
reaching out
to snap the smiles around them,
drowning everyone's party with a sneer.
A child,
electrified by the feeling of fists,
striking everyone in reach
before he sees his wake.
We leap upon our feelings when they fire,
we cling to them,
even as our breath steadies,
hearts pumping us back to equilibrium,
'til we can light up again
at the nearest inconvenience.
Anger Addicts
We've all met them,
seen them played
in many roles.
The ferocious driver,
running down snakes
and dogs,
terrifying parents,
thrilling children.
The late guest,
furious at time,
at their own neglect,
reaching out
to snap the smiles around them,
drowning everyone's party with a sneer.
A child,
electrified by the feeling of fists,
striking everyone in reach
before he sees his wake.
We leap upon our feelings when they fire,
we cling to them,
even as our breath steadies,
hearts pumping us back to equilibrium,
'til we can light up again
at the nearest inconvenience.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
A Visit to My Backyard
Nov. 7, 2012
A Visit to My Backyard
Let me take you to my backyard.
I'm sitting on the step
leading out back to the alley,
everyone's trash overflowing.
Ivy laces the chain link,
crawls over the shed
and the house
and the chair,
long abandoned
by an invisible man.
Sometimes I'll use it
when the house is all asleep,
and watch the days roll into one another
as the garden wilts into winter.
A Visit to My Backyard
Let me take you to my backyard.
I'm sitting on the step
leading out back to the alley,
everyone's trash overflowing.
Ivy laces the chain link,
crawls over the shed
and the house
and the chair,
long abandoned
by an invisible man.
Sometimes I'll use it
when the house is all asleep,
and watch the days roll into one another
as the garden wilts into winter.
Two Dragons, Dueling
Nov. 6, 2012
Two Dragons, Dueling
One day
in a bitter November,
Two dragons met in the skies,
One of red,
a flaming beast,
hide studded with gems
of dead crusaders,
the wealth of centuries
mingling in his scales,
fire seething about his mouth,
And one of blue,
sapphires lined along his back,
the scars of axes
swords
and spears
forged to his flesh,
wings blotting out the sun,
wisps of lightening
leaking 'round his lips.
The Clash!
Thunder slammed the heavens,
shaking the stars to the ground
As flame seared the Earth
and lightening rent the sky!
Mother Nature fled in fear,
the Fates cowered at their visions,
and Hope wept.
And when at last the beasts were done,
one lying dead beneath the other,
I could not tell the winner,
so blackened were they both
by the battle.
Upon his rival's corpse he laid his treasure,
prying the gems from the body,
adding them to his hoard,
a mound of gold
upon the ruined land.
Today upon the train,
I asked my fellow passenger:
Vote today?
Nah.
Not much to vote for.
Two Dragons, Dueling
One day
in a bitter November,
Two dragons met in the skies,
One of red,
a flaming beast,
hide studded with gems
of dead crusaders,
the wealth of centuries
mingling in his scales,
fire seething about his mouth,
And one of blue,
sapphires lined along his back,
the scars of axes
swords
and spears
forged to his flesh,
wings blotting out the sun,
wisps of lightening
leaking 'round his lips.
The Clash!
Thunder slammed the heavens,
shaking the stars to the ground
As flame seared the Earth
and lightening rent the sky!
Mother Nature fled in fear,
the Fates cowered at their visions,
and Hope wept.
And when at last the beasts were done,
one lying dead beneath the other,
I could not tell the winner,
so blackened were they both
by the battle.
Upon his rival's corpse he laid his treasure,
prying the gems from the body,
adding them to his hoard,
a mound of gold
upon the ruined land.
Today upon the train,
I asked my fellow passenger:
Vote today?
Nah.
Not much to vote for.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Sweet Lucy, A Song for the Blues
Nov. 5, 2012
Sweet Lucy, A Song for the Blues
Sweet, sweet Lucy,
what ya tryin' to prove?
Sweet, sweet Lucy,
what ya tryin' to prove?
Your children all love you,
for what you tryin' to do.
You've shown me, Lucy,
you can stand on your own.
You've shown them, Lucy,
you can stand on your own.
Just wanna hold you, Lucy,
You shouldn't be alone.
Come over, sweet Lucy,
I'm sure to keep you warm.
A kiss, sweet Lucy,
I'm sure to keep you warm.
I promise, sweet Lucy,
I don't mean you no harm.
So c'mon, sweet Lucy,
what ya tryin' to prove?
So c'mon, sweet Lucy,
what ya tryin' to prove?
I wanna love you, Lucy,
for what you tryin' to do.
Sweet Lucy, A Song for the Blues
Sweet, sweet Lucy,
what ya tryin' to prove?
Sweet, sweet Lucy,
what ya tryin' to prove?
Your children all love you,
for what you tryin' to do.
You've shown me, Lucy,
you can stand on your own.
You've shown them, Lucy,
you can stand on your own.
Just wanna hold you, Lucy,
You shouldn't be alone.
Come over, sweet Lucy,
I'm sure to keep you warm.
A kiss, sweet Lucy,
I'm sure to keep you warm.
I promise, sweet Lucy,
I don't mean you no harm.
So c'mon, sweet Lucy,
what ya tryin' to prove?
So c'mon, sweet Lucy,
what ya tryin' to prove?
I wanna love you, Lucy,
for what you tryin' to do.
No Sun Morning
Nov. 4, 2012
No Sun Morning
I woke up
to a no sun morning.
The moon was working overtime,
leaking out a pale light,
the sky still black
and tired.
All the trees were starving,
wilting down
towards the dead pavement.
A dog howled hoarsely,
confused and afraid,
But people trudged past,
unknowing,
oblivious,
Caring not a button for the darkness.
No Sun Morning
I woke up
to a no sun morning.
The moon was working overtime,
leaking out a pale light,
the sky still black
and tired.
All the trees were starving,
wilting down
towards the dead pavement.
A dog howled hoarsely,
confused and afraid,
But people trudged past,
unknowing,
oblivious,
Caring not a button for the darkness.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
A Statement of Beleifs
Nov. 3, 2012
A Statement of Beliefs
Believe in the cold
'cuz you can feel it.
Believe in the heat
'cuz you can reach it.
Believe in the smiles people share,
believe that they care
'cuz they do,
Believe in your art
'cuz it makes your blood pump.
Believe in the bounty of Earth,
believe in the beauty,
Appalachia
and the Georgia woodlands,
in the lakes of the Great North,
in the desert fire
and the golden coasts of the West.
Believe in a god,
in the universe,
in tomorrow
'cuz it's always coming
whether you want it or not.
Believe in your country,
in it's place in your world,
in the day you hold
the reins of the earth
in your hands.
Believe in paved streets,
in every child learning
'cuz every child's learning.
Believe in your rights
'cuz you have'm.
Believe in the leaders among you,
in their courage
'cuz they share it,
in their trust
'cuz they give it.
Believe you can raise the nation
'cuz it's in the palm of your hands.
Believe in the good of all
'cuz the good of all
is the only rule you need.
Believe that the stains
of corruption
will wash out,
that two-party
becomes house party
and everyone's invited.
Believe in your brothers,
your sisters,
your family beyond your blood.
Believe in what you do
'cuz you do it,
In what you make
'cuz you made it,
In what you felt
'cuz you feel it.
Believe in yourself,
'cuz it's all yourself
in the end.
A Statement of Beliefs
Believe in the cold
'cuz you can feel it.
Believe in the heat
'cuz you can reach it.
Believe in the smiles people share,
believe that they care
'cuz they do,
Believe in your art
'cuz it makes your blood pump.
Believe in the bounty of Earth,
believe in the beauty,
Appalachia
and the Georgia woodlands,
in the lakes of the Great North,
in the desert fire
and the golden coasts of the West.
Believe in a god,
in the universe,
in tomorrow
'cuz it's always coming
whether you want it or not.
Believe in your country,
in it's place in your world,
in the day you hold
the reins of the earth
in your hands.
Believe in paved streets,
in every child learning
'cuz every child's learning.
Believe in your rights
'cuz you have'm.
Believe in the leaders among you,
in their courage
'cuz they share it,
in their trust
'cuz they give it.
Believe you can raise the nation
'cuz it's in the palm of your hands.
Believe in the good of all
'cuz the good of all
is the only rule you need.
Believe that the stains
of corruption
will wash out,
that two-party
becomes house party
and everyone's invited.
Believe in your brothers,
your sisters,
your family beyond your blood.
Believe in what you do
'cuz you do it,
In what you make
'cuz you made it,
In what you felt
'cuz you feel it.
Believe in yourself,
'cuz it's all yourself
in the end.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Roamin' Home
Nov. 2, 2012
Roamin' Home
I'm tired as a bone,
and home is where I'm roamin,
Home!
Home!
HOME!
Home is where I'm roamin'!
Where the girls are sweet
and feed you,
Where the men all laugh
and greet you,
And your Mother and your Father
hold you close,
hold you close.
They sing you songs of old,
keep you warm when winds are cold,
Home
Home
HOME
is where I'm roamin'!
Roamin' Home
I'm tired as a bone,
and home is where I'm roamin,
Home!
Home!
HOME!
Home is where I'm roamin'!
Where the girls are sweet
and feed you,
Where the men all laugh
and greet you,
And your Mother and your Father
hold you close,
hold you close.
They sing you songs of old,
keep you warm when winds are cold,
Home
Home
HOME
is where I'm roamin'!
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Inspiration #6
Nov. 1, 2012
Inspiration #6
I find it
lots of places.
In the 8-bit rhythm
of the old N.E.S.,
In the swelling of a Debussy,
In the eyes of the actress,
filling with tears and laughter,
Snatching your heart away
to the misty morning
where you kissed her goodbye
for the last time.
A warm tune
we recall,
Tickling our memory
and stirring our mind
'Til we're spurned from stasis
and driven
to make something
out of nothing,
Every day a measure,
every moment the note we play,
'Til we see the pattern
in the madness of the music,
And,
diving in
and drowning,
We are carried on
and on,
beyond what we thought so.
Inspiration #6
I find it
lots of places.
In the 8-bit rhythm
of the old N.E.S.,
In the swelling of a Debussy,
In the eyes of the actress,
filling with tears and laughter,
Snatching your heart away
to the misty morning
where you kissed her goodbye
for the last time.
A warm tune
we recall,
Tickling our memory
and stirring our mind
'Til we're spurned from stasis
and driven
to make something
out of nothing,
Every day a measure,
every moment the note we play,
'Til we see the pattern
in the madness of the music,
And,
diving in
and drowning,
We are carried on
and on,
beyond what we thought so.
A Brief Poem...
Oct. 31, 2012
A Brief Poem,
In Which
The Artist Attempts
To Analyze and Express
His Eternal Attitude
For the Contemporary State
of the Electoral Process,
The Two Party System,
And the Prevailing Mentality
Of Our Modern Politicians
Toward their Duty
To Lead the Human Race
Into a Brighter Tomorrow
Pull your head
Out your ass
And please
Work together.
A Brief Poem,
In Which
The Artist Attempts
To Analyze and Express
His Eternal Attitude
For the Contemporary State
of the Electoral Process,
The Two Party System,
And the Prevailing Mentality
Of Our Modern Politicians
Toward their Duty
To Lead the Human Race
Into a Brighter Tomorrow
Pull your head
Out your ass
And please
Work together.
Fire Escape Perspective
Oct. 30, 2012
A View from Fire Escapes
We've got a different view
from the fire escapes,
Huddled up for warmth,
wind pinching
our cheeks,
our ears,
every inch of flesh we've left exposed.
Our knuckles have it worst,
clutching our cigarettes stubbornly.
We are determined addicts!
Addicted to laughs,
and coughs,
and smiles,
Addicted to dancing
and shaking the rafters,
1, 2, 3, TURN!
1, 2, 3, BACK!
1, 3, Turn
and run into each other,
crashes of laughter,
Slumping to the floor
in our drunken whirlwind.
In between numbers,
we steal back to the fire escapes,
Holding hands,
wondering how we got here.
A View from Fire Escapes
We've got a different view
from the fire escapes,
Huddled up for warmth,
wind pinching
our cheeks,
our ears,
every inch of flesh we've left exposed.
Our knuckles have it worst,
clutching our cigarettes stubbornly.
We are determined addicts!
Addicted to laughs,
and coughs,
and smiles,
Addicted to dancing
and shaking the rafters,
1, 2, 3, TURN!
1, 2, 3, BACK!
1, 3, Turn
and run into each other,
crashes of laughter,
Slumping to the floor
in our drunken whirlwind.
In between numbers,
we steal back to the fire escapes,
Holding hands,
wondering how we got here.
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