Posted by admin on January 27, 2011
Your image rests
Heavy.
Covering my
Thoughts.
A blanket of
Lead.
Like those that ebay sells
To desperate parents
Of wild autistic kids.
The longing bites
Deep.
I crave your eyes,
Skin,
Lips, hips, hair, hands;
You.
An ocean full of bytes
joins us without joining,
for one rushed moment.
Then longing takes
Me
To visit your
Ghost,
Waiting in a
Dream.
I wake and I see you;
I sleep and I feel you.
Illusions of desire.
Posted by admin on November 20, 2010
That’s right. It could have
been you.
A year sooner. A few
years later.
A change in the world,
or a nation.
An invention or
program
or something unknown
that happened a decade
before you were born.
You’re smart
and work hard
and love life
but He,
not You
wears the badge
of success,
because you
missed the boat
you didn’t even
know was sailing.
Copyright 2010 Kelly D. Tolman
Posted by admin on November 17, 2010
A moment of challenge
To triumph or fall
Today so huge
Eternally small
A lifetime of faces
Affected now
By the bubbly choices
Swirling behind my brow
Copyright 2010 Kelly D. Tolman
Posted by admin on November 14, 2010
I’m Tempest tossed, but not yet lost,
I sit and look at you.
Your face a case of full disgrace,
Ashamed to look at you.
Could I realize within your eyes
The time I hurt you?
Or will I sit, like a chicken shit
And just blame you?
Thin my hide, swallow my pride
Apologize to you?
I offer my peace for sweet release
Of my guilt to you.
Oh please accept without regret
My kind words to you.
I’m on my knees, oh please, oh please
Fully begging you.
I know I’m dumb, a cad, a bum
Not good enough for you,
That’s right you say, and good day!
I’ve had enough of you!
Posted by admin on November 10, 2010
Dank windows,
Skin tight jeans.
The college scene.
Old buildings mix
With new dreams,
But nobody seems
To know where they lead.
Some guess. Some hope.
Some follow a rope
Of thought or a slope
Sliding back to the poor
House they crawled from.
Blank windows,
Busy sidewalks
Leading to talks
And bored chalk
Full of
Philosophy or
Statistics, methods
Designed to take
Or break
You to a future
You can’t speak
Or see.
Out these
Fine windows
Of life
And skin
Tight jeans.
Posted by admin on June 4, 2010
We teach a child to sing
And he sings.
We ask a bird to sing
And she sings.
Then we clip her wings.
Then we tell him “no.”
So she can’t fly
And he doesn’t fly.
For safety,
So she doesn’t leave
The world we want him to know
Behind.
To do
What she was born to do
What he was born to do.
Clipped Wings Audio File
Posted by admin on June 2, 2010
A pothole.
A bump in the road or a hole down to hell?
Just one of those things
that happen in life,
Or the straw that cuts with a razor edge
And flays skin from soul?
A word?
A frown?
A curse tumbling down from uncaring mouths?
A call that never comes
from a friend
a brother
a mother.
Separation from humanity
until the human is not.
The entity is lost.
Just forgotten.
Only lonely.
Simply a hole to hell
that yesterday was once
a bump in the road.
Posted by admin on May 5, 2010
Bilbo Baggins:
Bilbo, Bilbo, Bilbo –
What were you thinking?
A Baggins in the dark,
Spinning riddles and waiting.
A Baggins after a dragon,
Passing by May elves,
To chase ungracious dwarves
In gold halls with bare pantry shelves.
You will starve here, like as not
Whispers the Baggins side.
Tho’ a gain is nigh replies the Took,
Before the wyrm roasts your hide.
A full year, beneath dark wood,
Prison, chains, starvation and Gandalf,
Only to return to Hobbiton and hole
Where the furniture is being sold off.
Are the gold and memories
Worth the price of toil?
Does the power of the ring
Merit the over-long exile?
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.
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.
