Helium
winters
mystery
the secret
smile in the snow
the stars
are turning into dust
the
sparkle in your eye
i ate my
bread and left the crust
the
darkest kind of rye.
the ice on
your lips
slowly
slips away
beneath
the smokey haze
of licking
flames in the pit
your
clothes are crisp
the carpet
of the sun is red
i stand
there in my pin striped pants and i pretend.
i pretend
that i dont know you
and i can
clap and you cant hear
i walk,
then dance and jump for joy
on flames
of helium.
Color
Pattern
Emerald
and blue
poems of
persuasion,
Percussion
in the limelight, no one moves.
Silver and
amber
rays of
warmth and wealth across the ballroom,
all those
spinning to the tune,
the tune
of almost perfect lies, with ties
to
tyranny, but no one knows.
Red and
charcoal black
shadows
cast against the brick wall, hats,
umbrellas,
jutting into view,
people
unable to be something new.
Fate
You cannot
see, you cannot know. You cannot be without the both. From here unto
tomorrow you will witness your life unfold. In these days the sun is
doubtful, and the day is filled with gray, but soon the rain will
come and heal and wash it all away. Sometimes the awkwardness of life
is your resistance. The gracefulness resumes when your will recedes.
It’s hard to know when both skies are blue, which one will fill
your needs. Close your eyes, forget your wants, and remember what you
have. Purpose will find you gazing at the stars, standing with your
toes in the sand.
Justice
of the Soul
1.
The blood
of nations pour tonight
From fear
of love and kryptonite
Mixing in
the rivers arms
Frothing
bubbles filled with psalms.
When dew
drops shine their diamond light
The
amnesty of death will bite.
Too soon
we’ll cry at heaven’s side
Remembering
the breath denied.
2.
Diminished
virtue flames and roasts
Boastful
kings whose life long hoax
Now hangs
from strings
Decrepit
threads
Of
tortured fortune
Dripping
red.
Forever
in a Nutshell
Outside
the walls I let my mind crawl to a stop
atop the
ladder of light. A small blight.
A
free-fall for chance to be part of the past that is still in the
future
and not
just a doormat.
I crossed
the gates to a place where he ate
and I blew
them a kiss from my small piece of bliss
and I sat
and I listened to wind and to rhythms
to sweet reminisces and sat back in the kitchen.
The food
there was great and I licked clean my plate
before
returning to work in my black and white shirt.
Back to
the place where my taxes were paid.
Back to
the spot where I would be in dirt laid.
My roses
were fragrant and beautiful and red,
yet they
tangled their way through the boundaries of my head.
Forever in
a nutshell is a place I often go
When I
look into a puddle or the endless white of snow,
its when I
say I love you and you know its always true
and its
when I never want to go, just lying beside you.
I
sometimes feel confined to this embroidering of lies defined,
of other
peoples mysteries and histories combined.
If I were
not myself I think it’s you that I would be, you that read these
words,
as
confused as you may be. I think that I would be just fine if in
someone else’s mind. Especially if that someone else was reading
words of mine.
So keep
reading this
and I will
keep writing
and being
each other wont be so frightening.
My
Creed
Life is
and Ocean
The Moon
is made of Cheese
And our
Life here on Earth
Is a
Chance to Breathe
Fighting
Fallacies
Encrusting
the crevices
The
roaches encroaching
Trespass
the premises
Their army
approaching
Little but
critical,
Picket
fence poaching
Fragile
lies, political
Spoken
words broken
Painting
with ridicule
The
vulnerable’s awoken
To defeat
of concrete
A fool’s
crumbled token
Neglecting
deceit,
They
tackle a satchel
Of
hellfire and retreat
