Christmas 2014

Some sweet story of star heralded savior
Born in Bethlehem long ago
Certainly clashes with some behavior
Noticed somewhat in every place I go.

Trendy televisions aren't worth too much 
If to purchase them people forgo lunch.

Keys

Backspace(Delete) all over ~me~
Alternate options escape     ~me~
Help supposedly exists left of Home
( Though they've all been worthless-
  Buttons                          to  ~me~ )

Spring Eternal

Incipient springs bubble near deserts
with miracle hydration for what hurts.
No arid always or permafrost exists
while beauty rooted within spirit persists.
Though sad seasons seem ever scheduled so
dandelions brave conditions and grow.

Unenlightened

Buddha's smile surfaces in present moment
Though all factions of heart remain unfocused
And I unwilling to forsake components
Ponder self's various 'faults' with amusement

worth

  as if
matter matters more
  than even fringes of defrosted soul
made warm by wealth previously unknown

x

lonely people
 lacking metaphorical yule logs
buy to brighten
 but forget
soon after packaging is gone

All In All

That calm breeze originated elsewhere as storm.
Likewise gentle stir is cause of gigantic squall.
Realization doesn't dictate we transform
While forever we have persisted all in all.

Oh Janis,

 Maybe sudden surges of summer are well worth surrender, while casually I imagine being free. Please point me towards the nearest mud pit which exists miraculously spotless, clean.
 Maybe mondays have murdered some others. Despite lyrical claims of fragmentation, I doubt you misplaced a single sliver of heart within the limit of your years.
 Maybe music provides more than theme, while I listen to you through technologies which weren't around while you actually breathed.

Futility

Desire asserts itself ever
Never content whatsoever
And dares to dream of forever
Though decay is far more clever

let it all be a circle

tracing brittle leaves
fragile fossils once so green

pity everything

such staggered autumn
brings brown even to our dreams

sad if linear

C.L.D

Premonition promotes pleasant thought -
Contrary to dead canaries, you exist as astronaut;
With ability to survive atmospheric reentries.

Afterwards

Sometimes thoughts of heaven seem stale.
Yet, I can't imagine just fizzling the freak out
with molecules returned to vastness of universe,
or falling into some mysterious forgetfulness. 

LMF

~iB~ L-O-V-E [with added ING]
some MOTHERF*CKERS
flawed in such uncool ways
so that agitations  e s c a p e
to  mo men tar i ly  make ~me~
appear like a JERK. But ~i'm~
TRYING so desperately to
be solace which ~i myself~ seek

All leaves shrivel

Some maple-leaf starlet
supposes she's subset
specially apart set

Grave forever claims debt

Untitled

my thoughts sweeten
within rhythm
repetitious
yet newly born
in each heartbeat
as minuet
of quickened pace

Driven

Rusted nailhead.
Is what's buried within fibers partially protected
from rainstorms throughly enjoyed sometimes?
I'm often grateful for various reactions despite
cruel allergies avoidance surely would minimize.

All-At-Once

My soul whispers words so sweet
From faraway close to you.
To listen is serene treat,
With beauty discovered true.


Let us start night at midday
While brightness of sun remains,
And silently with eyes say
What exists inside our veins.

Sad, Sad(Acrostic)

Sudden storms summon something

Afterthoughts from dreams which wane

Darkness won't make me insane

Songs concerning summer rain

As if lyrics could explain

Drowning doesn't drown a thing

Soft

Sandpaper scrubs surfaces of what is soft
Someone said be strong while trying to know soft
Newborn skin shows off center of dreams so soft
We shed this existence to one day be soft

stellar

we drink wide milky way with loving cup
and though stardust sometimes scratches our throats
togtherness smooths out some cosmic bumps

atleast within my stunning stellar dreams
where perfection doesn't cast brighter beams

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It's Fine

Smile beneath selfie
Responsibility yours
Though I won't hold you

My heart a little too real
To through up fuss while you're fine

Beauty Affects

When within me conflicts with what is now
And remedies suggest forgetfulness
Convictions I simply can't disavow
Both torture soul and lovingly caress.

Enough to make me ponder love complex
With strength of heart along with lack's effects.

Am I?

I am
Being because
Otherwise
Would be awful

I am
Tripped up by all
Stumbling
Over nothing

Miss Maya

Of youthful discoveries
Some never discontinued
Miss Maya matters much more
Than mere words may clarify

Her sweet span spun such beauty

My pronoun is envious
Though she touched beyond surface
And space circumstance crafted

Swallowed

Cutting out pill-shapes to feed paper dolls

There's no lasting placebo

With heart aware of fakery

Tender tenderized things

are often viciously battered

by seemingly soft feathers

perma

physical memory cards degrade.
likewise with this overwritten mind.
though some sweet unique backup resides
in unclouded soul strange to mere life.

fair(ly)

Seemingly rounded corners so sharp
Denied golden halo or fair harp

It appears better to be broken
Than think heart is fairytale token

Frameless

That I should dream, but never fully know
Of fingers which glide upon preferred form,
And appreciate Time's subtle changes
Is serene and woebegone all-at-once.

That locket which resides within true heart
Dwells frameless far better than short seasons
Reality seems likely to impart.

Never Soggy

Some stains sustain so much falsehood
When rain could cleanse everything white

Enough to present more than dingy grey
Enough to provide vivid glimpses of light

Not variations which might block vision
But that better type heart may envision

DayDream

A water-walker

Even absent calm breeze

In fractions of mind reality can't place

Into workable arrangements to suit fantasies

Found believable in brief moments of blissful release

paper cuts

paper cuts purportedly from sharp dreams
don't regularly require stitches
just sincere care applied liberally

our routine is retreat from sad ruin
when so much may be raised from 'destruction'

Spring(April 9, 2014)

Dollar weeds fill space between dandelions
And more acceptable to some green grass blades.
We never planted yellow sun in blue sky.
Nature's arrangements speak so softly to you
Within bright bosom of beautiful springtime.
And wild like love breeze blows pollen both to irk,
And invigorate wide untamed universe.

4-7-14

In alleys sun shines
At least during midday times
With shadows close by

53 words not about brownies

They say a brick in a oven can't will itself into being a brownie.
They is them to whom we sometimes attribute our own foul
smelling ideas. A brick can't think. Something is moot. The
difference between different and dense is all in what you say.
Unless silence happens to be your forte.

common to all

murderous thoughts

streaks of darkness

common to all
even hypocrites

beauty's breath

love's potential

common to all
even hypocrites

Film Review

Watched Rain Man on VHS
(No, I do not in fact jest)

Such slippery consciousness
Competes with claimed sanity

Movable fractions pop up
To which we may all relate

mtkck

more than knowing could know

 rivers of love feed flow

 to make subtle self glow

 more than knowing could know

  existence of your glow

  enriches my own flow

sinister sleep

shattered chandeliers join other pseudo-suns
floored in various jarring nocturnal dreams
so dissimilar to daytime visions sweet

strange corridors snake towards obvious sink

wakeful consciousness would never dare repeat
visitations so very darkly dim bleak

Laaa...

Leafy spines, lengthwise as love
  A jar full of coins won't buy you none

Airy asphyxiation
  A windtunnel of pause

I am profound pronoun
  In melon of mind
(so say some)

pondered

personal pronouns

til' proton scatter

perhaps big bang reverses

with lost present arrangement

is love permanent

beyond simple unity?    

Softer Focus

Blustered breeze blows leaves

Clouded mind seeks ease

Thoughts muddied again

Heavy rain taps tin

Familiar face shows
Of which whole heart knows
Shall make mood reprise
Towards spring's soft sighs

Stripped

Expressionless, she accepts crinkled bills to pay Addiction’s bill.

Daddy disowned her soon after she slept with the wrong man.

People never quite promise happiness. Though they tease

enough, as part of some semi-conscious agenda/plan.

soft sometimes

split-screen lcd
 behind solid eyes
displays confusion
 thoroughly arrayed
against peaceful state

hidden hope holds fast
 though intangible
but for soft sometimes
 gloriously sweet

cc

butterflies trapped in bottles

suffocate slowly

though heart denies doom

with hope chance changes

enough to be amazing 

surrendered

cirrhosis said sober physicians

single malt scotch softened family divisions

six months or small span of several years seemed synonymous 

*s

stars closer are enormous suns

stars further prove invisible

stars sometimes summon sadness

stars seem to move in self's orbit 

Listening

Attentive to birds
Despite highway din
A poet writes words
To find song within

No harsh background sounds
Subtract from sweet mind
How beauty abounds
To soften life's grind

s-s

sea slapped,

she swam for shore

 & suffered suffocation

submerged with slippery fish

slight-of-hand could never capture.

i dreamed of more than everyday/ordinary drowning

sans all these oceanic sahara confrontations

where waves did more than whisper of wet flame

 & the end remained ever as contradiction unwritten.  

  

Bursts

Keys lettered white
   Create black upon beige page
Fashioned from light

Thought traverses hemispheres
   To hold hopefully receptive eyes

Love's length knows no boundary to contain
   Bursts of brevity which give description to everything 

Within heart there exist no scars or permanent stains

   And I am more than flame threatened by rain
A flow perfected/protected by beautiful change

Beauty's Vision

Dreams are brittle leaves
Subject both to breeze
And eager tight grip

Soft wishes of green
Seem stronger sometimes
Than gloomy stanzas

Heart holds an ego
Not to be denied
Beauty's pure vision

With grace more than word
And less than granted
Fair is attachment

Sky Speaks

Deep blue hue towards western skyline
With lighter colors on sunny side
Are welcome to vision as sweet sign
Renewal of day has not yet died.

Never absent often hidden heart
Sees such even at midnight most dark
Being more than memory of art,
And quiet knowledge of question-mark. 

Rain

It's been rainy. People keep describing the weather as nasty. There is nothing nasty about the rain. It can be inconvenient. It can cause you to rethink outdoor activities. But it cleans the world, and is necessary for vegetation. Sometimes I enjoy it.

I remember when I used to have to bicycle all those miles to work each day. More than once I would get caught in a downpour. Once in a while I'd see the storm in front of me, knowing it was something I had no choice but to travel through. Then I'd make it the other side, and feel a wondrous sense of accomplishment. Never once did the word nasty enter my mind. Not at the beginning. Not within the middle of it. And certainly not after I had crossed through it.