Random Poems

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