Posted by admin on March 30, 2011
On the tip of my tongue
words sit
like bricks
with your name,
a thick weight
dragging thought
to you.
I don’t speak
the dreams
my tongue seeks
to scream.
On the tip of my tongue
would be,
could be,
if need
I should say
what I pray
were real,
instead of fantasy.
To touch lips to lips
(both high and low)
caress so slow
from thighs to hips.
Fingers,
eyes,
linger
nigh your heart
until it starts
away at the drama of parting.
On the tip of my tongue,
but still unsung
words wither,
fantasy dithers.
Too elusive,
a shadow reclusive
I chase with the murmuring
slumbering, senseless
tip of my tongue.
Posted by admin on March 23, 2011
The center of My universe,
Crushes over, Into thirteen
Kettles bang, Grind iron words
Against these Riotous trains
Crashes in my Attic. A slow drum
Pounds steady In my burning skull.
Dementia pins Notion, I succumb;
Terror leaves Every moment dull.
Posted by admin on March 19, 2011
Loneliness covers me like a tomb.
In darkness I sit though light
Scatters the shadows in this room.
The horrors of Me fill the night.
I, only I, alone in full view,
With weapon in hand, mouth closed,
Hoping a voice, not a muse,
Will call, will save me from supposed
Dread I do not understand or love.
Stay my hand! Come sanity!
I cannot return to the above;
I dread the eternal calamity!
Keep me! Hold me! Stave
Wretched mind darts against time!
I have no time; naught to save
For imagined moments sublime.
No help has come. I am alone.
Posted by admin on March 16, 2011
3 decades, u wouldn’t still think
Sharing me to u would push the brink
Of terror in my cloistered soul,
But it will until worms come slowly.
I choke. True words stop my quick thumbs
Pressing buttons to my heart, dumb
txt in the dark. What do u want?
Not from u, not that hurt, I can’t.
U crush sweet dreams and bitter hope.
I have nothing but a black hole
Sucking my face to godless breath
Without meaning, no hope in death.
Way too intense. Too hot. Too fast.
But don’t calm down, it won’t last.
Sliced like fingers cutting onions,
Only tears stay with rejection.
Don’t u get it? My greed calls.
“U”, it screams at me. I need all,
Each drop of your soul shaken,
Stirred by my words I can’t say.
Posted by admin on March 13, 2011
It is official folks – with the publication of my last sonnet – Facebook, I have officially reached 101 poems published here at Darnuth Keep. (In case you’re wondering you can find all my poems listed in the Poetry Index). I will be the first to admit that I never thought I would have so many or that I would still get such emotion from re-reading them. To the few fans out there I would like to say thanks for all your support and I hope you keep coming back.
Posted by admin on March 6, 2011
Time –collapsible – a recycled can
Waiting for an electronic crusher
To make old friends into new friends again;
A clear, clever, carefree moment ushers
The turn to other days, better or worse.
Happy, sad, wistful – a whirring blender
Cutting melted emotions thick and coarse
Flies the dart of memory. Hard, slender,
The shaft catches my eye like green pixels
On photoshopped pics, while my eyes can blur
The edges of friend photos not fixed
with false themes. My joy is made briefly sure.
If decades can be reborn in an hour,
Why do most of life’s moments drag on sour?
Posted by admin on March 4, 2011
Free verse, sounds real terse; you open your purse,
And spill your sanity onto the floor.
The song and dance of lies and truth are words
Turned weapons for humanity’s hot rows.
Does the might of a rich man’s green paper
Give credence to repression’s glutton stick,
Or might a weak voice rise and not waver
before the propagandic politics
That rule the mean man? The mean man, blinded
By media, tired for lust, lost in self,
Sees “I”, only “I”; no “we” is sighted;
The crazy voices ring their siren knell.
The poets of plastic, metal, glass–cold gods–
Force his willing oblations–but what cost?
