Posted by admin on October 9, 2009
The drip of red
on black canvas.
Not dye now, it slowly
falls.
Wonder at the hands,
hurt or nothing,
just the crimson
ebb.
The painted dark square
of life toils endlessly
to receive the scarlet
flow.
Tears would cover pain,
mingle with and purify,
but there is no peace-white
drop.
The hand is crushed.
Dark red flows endlessly.
Now rushing, bright red spatters,
canvas scatters, hopes
fly.
Boiling up now, clear drops
bring relief, lightning
flashes, cold silence
streaks.
Passion ends in tainted
scarlet hue. Blood
saves the man whose heart
bleeds.
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Posted by admin on October 7, 2009
Sandy walls built high to protect
the onslaught of wrecked senses.
Psychotic waves restless in the night
Do little to help the granite shield.
Open the gate. No! The portal is shut.
Feelings lash out and are crushed
By iron whips of self consciousness.
Alone.
Not alone. Not single, not complete.
The sandy walls wish to fall,
Threaten privacy, but are held.
Fear bars the way, cold impdiments
To continuity.
Alone.
Beaten down, the foundation
Lingers still to haunt the one
Who made them fall. Dark rings to
Remind how much it hurt to be
Free. But never escaped the
Chains of fear. Walls do not hold him
Alone.
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Posted by admin on October 2, 2009
My pen and soul
as I sit are open
to the world and you.
They say I should not be so.
People are wrong.
My pen has never failed.
It will not now. It takes
my mind to you.
I go home, or come back.
You are nowhere.
My pen will fill the pit.
But even the words can not
Replenish what is gone. You
are gone, but I am not alone.
I will go on.
My pen goes on.
It will guide me, it always
has. When next I see you
my pen too will have left.
We will be one.
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Posted by admin on September 30, 2009
Suddenly there came a thought
As I sat, guided by a silent ray,
To go, to share, to help and pray,
I felt full of desire,
To shine for the world,
But I knew I could not rise.
My inner shell is too tight,
As I sit, still like a brick and listen.
Sparkling insights dance and glisten,
Along the length of my soul.
The spark calls to me.
But no, I must stay instead.
And give my light in drops,
Tiny but effective,
To burn away the loss,
Of those
who need,
or hurt,
or want,
Who pass,
unseen,
unheard,
unloved,
My way,
at home,
at school,
at play.
I will give my light
Free to all who would come until
I am fulfilled, and none
Are left empty, all
Are full.
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Posted by admin on September 25, 2009
sparse words on bare
lines
seem a fraud
to the quick machinations of the mind
a skeleton
whose bones curl
at the smell of heavily versed
morality
but dead words
often hit the blunt truth
behind many thought’s thick
flesh
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Posted by admin on September 23, 2009
image mirage;
Baseball battery adding
flattery to the collage
of already half
dazed barrage
of happy sounds.
Whispy winds clim
silently the ice behind
the image of ids
and egos inside
the isolated shouts
of your mind.
Heresy says he dreams of beers and smiles
from ear to toe,
bending the earth
in its curve of doom,
wearing thin the years
of earnestness.
Image mirage.
What you thought
you saw
you didn’t hear.
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Posted by admin on September 18, 2009
Self Deconstruct in
Ten
Nine
Eight…
Stop!
Turn left
At the light
Turn right
Down the street
Lights burn
Incense
Smells bad
Boys
Climb trees.
Stop!
don’t change the subject.
There’s a pattern to this.
Shut up.
I said stop!
Go!
Signifier
Left
Cycle
Black
Formal
White
Circle
Right
Signified
Stop!
Endless
Endless
Endless
Endless
What is?
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Posted by admin on September 16, 2009
Never fail to dream.
Believe there is more,
Life giving magic streams,
Bubbling on golden shores.
Or passion rending fantasies
Whose shades twist and never end,
Because of a visionary
Who builds upon a promised land.
Wear within your broken heart
The lock of happiness and joy
That comes from the dreamer’s art
Played recklessly in thoughtful ploy.
Be imagination’s well,
Even if you think you can’t.
Thrive through times of trial
And find and use all your talents.
Use the tools God gave you.
Dream, hope, and live again.
Do what spirits do,
And love, dream, fly, spin.
And do it all again.
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Posted by admin on September 11, 2009
Fits rock bright days
when the black rain
comes down. My head
hurts so much. Rainbow
drops will spill
my life blood
pumps the agony
further along. Hurt
feels the poison collect
in tiny dark pools
inside. Like gators
come to feed,
the hurts
fling themselves
on My battered psyche.
The reptilian voices
ring and beat
the waves
that seek to drown
my head. But the whales
of hope drift
over to the gentle
shores. Hopes drag
only a few strands
of hot seaweed
to blank the stares
of fits that bind
when the rain falls
black.
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Posted by admin on September 8, 2009
Pounding round and round
Fingers up and fingers down.
Each key a stroke of doom
In the early afternoon.
The project must with grace
Be placed on the boss’s plate.
Ere his pronouncement make
And in the unemployment line wait.
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