Monday, August 30, 2010
Rise
Hold me dear
A mind unknown.
Laughing
Hard.
Stomach
-full of stones.
Empty sleep
morning sun
wake unto
a world undone.
Color in
my brittle skin.
Mi amor
expel my sin.
Rushing waters
upon a throne
wake unto
a world unknown.
Breaking music
playing dawn
tighten up
O' spotted fawn
Dear Lord
heal
my tired soul
lest I wake unto
a world of coal.
A mind unknown.
Laughing
Hard.
Stomach
-full of stones.
Empty sleep
morning sun
wake unto
a world undone.
Color in
my brittle skin.
Mi amor
expel my sin.
Rushing waters
upon a throne
wake unto
a world unknown.
Breaking music
playing dawn
tighten up
O' spotted fawn
Dear Lord
heal
my tired soul
lest I wake unto
a world of coal.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Two-faced Lie
A thousand heartbeats
rest upon a pillow
racing
to no finish.
A pulse quickens,
a tongue
tied,
strained by veins.
Sleep is
LOST
in a dream
a haunted fairy tale
draining
my
bruised
soul.
rest upon a pillow
racing
to no finish.
A pulse quickens,
a tongue
tied,
strained by veins.
Sleep is
LOST
in a dream
a haunted fairy tale
draining
my
bruised
soul.
"Wired Up"
The dirt in your toenails,
the sweat between your fingers,
an itch on your elbow,
the hair on your face,
a noise in your ears.
Now,
gaze into the paper
on the desk,
Hard, hard and wooden.
HA! wait...
A feather drags across your arm ever so delicately-BAM!
You broke dat vase. EAT!
A piece of apple gets stuck in your teeth.
Gradu,
all wet and slimy,
an imprisoned after-taste in your mouth. Now,
stare into your neighbor's face.
Lips stretched longways-exposed to the elements,
riding out the storm.
A warm breath invades your facade.
Board up the windows, now
Hide!
Outside, roses bloom and thorns
stick into your ankles.
You leave behind
a trail of blood.
the sweat between your fingers,
an itch on your elbow,
the hair on your face,
a noise in your ears.
Now,
gaze into the paper
on the desk,
Hard, hard and wooden.
HA! wait...
A feather drags across your arm ever so delicately-BAM!
You broke dat vase. EAT!
A piece of apple gets stuck in your teeth.
Gradu,
all wet and slimy,
an imprisoned after-taste in your mouth. Now,
stare into your neighbor's face.
Lips stretched longways-exposed to the elements,
riding out the storm.
A warm breath invades your facade.
Board up the windows, now
Hide!
Outside, roses bloom and thorns
stick into your ankles.
You leave behind
a trail of blood.
CONFESSION: An admitted mistake
Mistakes had been made and ignored.
Mistakes are admitted and learned from.
Situations were unattended.
Situations are confronted head-on.
Lies had been said.
Lies, they are needed no more.
Before fours years in the dark, I ran long distance.
My head was on straight.
Before four years in the dark, I had God in my life.
I stayed on track.
There were four years of wandering in darkness.
After four years in the dark, I run smart.
Life is a race.
After four years in the dark, I conquer my feelings.
1% physical and 99% mental.
After four years in the dark, faith is rediscovered.
Jesus, I trust in YOU. May your will be done and not my own.
After four years in the dark, love is precious and understood, respected and unselfish.
Do not arouse, do not stir up love before its own time.
After four years in the dark, I'm back in the light.
Life is a race and at the end, I will find rest.
Mistakes are admitted and learned from.
Situations were unattended.
Situations are confronted head-on.
Lies had been said.
Lies, they are needed no more.
Before fours years in the dark, I ran long distance.
My head was on straight.
Before four years in the dark, I had God in my life.
I stayed on track.
There were four years of wandering in darkness.
After four years in the dark, I run smart.
Life is a race.
After four years in the dark, I conquer my feelings.
1% physical and 99% mental.
After four years in the dark, faith is rediscovered.
Jesus, I trust in YOU. May your will be done and not my own.
After four years in the dark, love is precious and understood, respected and unselfish.
Do not arouse, do not stir up love before its own time.
After four years in the dark, I'm back in the light.
Life is a race and at the end, I will find rest.
Song of a Kimbeaux
I am a fish in a big brackish sea.
I am caught on a hook.
It pulls back.
I see through murky water.
My toes squish in the mud.
I am pulled out of focus.
Little is heard
In and out of focus.
I’m a little green fish.
Anxiety chases me
Across unfamiliar ground.
Dryness
I hate this ground.
I want to swim back down that mighty, muddy river that leads me home.
A strong current pulls me.
I cannot float.
It’s pulling hard.
Atoms buzz within my skin.
I’m running and focused.
I return to the water.
I am sick of the land.
The murky water cradles my restless body.
I am caught on a hook.
It pulls back.
I see through murky water.
My toes squish in the mud.
I am pulled out of focus.
Little is heard
In and out of focus.
I’m a little green fish.
Anxiety chases me
Across unfamiliar ground.
Dryness
I hate this ground.
I want to swim back down that mighty, muddy river that leads me home.
A strong current pulls me.
I cannot float.
It’s pulling hard.
Atoms buzz within my skin.
I’m running and focused.
I return to the water.
I am sick of the land.
The murky water cradles my restless body.
A Collection of Limericks
Looks like clay.
Old and gray.
Breathing not.
All forgot.
Happy day.
Who sleeps with Katz?
Mrs. Katz.
Sometimes Mrs. Nussbaum.
Mr. Katz so calm.
No marriage lasts.
Lucy does Donnie.
Lucy does Ben.
Lucy does Tommy.
Again.
And again.
Old and gray.
Breathing not.
All forgot.
Happy day.
Who sleeps with Katz?
Mrs. Katz.
Sometimes Mrs. Nussbaum.
Mr. Katz so calm.
No marriage lasts.
Lucy does Donnie.
Lucy does Ben.
Lucy does Tommy.
Again.
And again.
SADISM: A Hidden Mistake
We go out running around having fun. Sounding wrong and it is. Laughing at wonderful people wondering who wanders upstairs. Downstairs, inside, outside, we chuckle. Whole-heartedly snickering about how we are sneaky. Openly and closed. Up and downward. Motion stop and go. Away in a tower we play. Puppets moving and breathing. Deeply praying. Silently knowing that I have to go. From here, I have no control. Over and again feelings melt through laws written in stone. Cold-blooded people smother their shame. Less they seek the truth. Full of shame we are not. Falling out. Falling inside. Ways to fall in and under a spell unsaid but drunken. Again. Spell it out again. We see each other. Wise owls know. Nothing is heard. Sheep do not ponder the fate of their own cotton. Spun webs spell out the sweet cruelty done. Over laughter, pain dies and thrives.
FORBIDDEN
Hold quiet.
Hold quiet, boy.
Move fast.
Fast.
Fast.
Trace hidden drawings.
Secrets held twice.
Hold the leash.
Hold quiet, boy.
Hold quiet, boy.
Move fast.
Fast.
Fast.
Trace hidden drawings.
Secrets held twice.
Hold the leash.
Hold quiet, boy.
Mimeography
Flies hear nothing.
Water chants nothing flies.
East freezes nothing heard.
Nothing chants blackbird.
Midnight cracks chanting.
East hears water chanting nothing.
Water chants nothing flies.
East freezes nothing heard.
Nothing chants blackbird.
Midnight cracks chanting.
East hears water chanting nothing.
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