Ice Queen (Hoping your kind melts away)
Category: Writing and Poetry

I never knew a finer model of deception and knavery till her brazen smile lit up the screen

Bold lies never felt more cozy as they sailed through her gums and onto the wet pavement

These hands that write these lines never shook with more disgust as they do now disavowing your

claim to shame and appetite for solidarity, acceptance, and feelings of voluminousness

Watch the clock carefully when it strikes that dark hour when all the faces around you de-mask

unveiling                 

their implacable nature, devouring your naivete

She gives her hand to the devil with white hair while mine is buried in the sand

I bury it deep

Hoping

that the scorching Earth will canopy me

Hoping

that the burning coals of forgotten saints will shield me

Hoping

that the remnants of your cold cowardice is lifted like green mist

Hoping

that I never misinterpret my generosity for affection again

Hoping

my foolishness will be overridden next time

Hoping

that your kind melts away...

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A poem (of fantasmical hideous proportions)
Category: Writing and Poetry

            

The blazing hillsides of lovers laments

The undeniable chastity of sweet virgins lips

Has this recitation reached its pinnacle upon high?

Was there ever a document devoid of clamoring sighs?

I wouldn't doubt the devotion of a drunkard's plea

When legs have failed he will stand on his knees

Screeching the fondest choir amidst a stony refuse

Supplanting smiles on the tiniest scarred from calamitous abuse

Fleeing southward the court jests at his delights

Underneath shimmering wives his tales reach masterful heights

Against all odds the planter sows his seeds

Against all hopes the lover grants the heart bleeds

What was it the owl spoke to the tiny tree?

Ah! Grow but don't ask why, or how, or for what purpose.

For there are more answers then there are solutions...

 

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Knock Knock Chinaski
Category: Writing and Poetry

There's a woman in my heart
she wants to sing night and day

There's a caravan in my heart
it wants to include everything

There's a camel sleeping in my heart
it weeps endlessly

There's a bluebird in my heart
flapping its wings invisible

There's silence in my heart
when my mouth won't stop

There's solitude in my heart
when the earth goes dark   
 
Sunday dinner is cooked in my heart
when sunny smiles from pizza faced children dance in the park

Worlds have been created in my heart
and destroyed with the same ease

Words live in my heart
but never get the chance to meet my tongue

Dreams bubble my heart
when I sleep I hear them burst

You reside in my heart
as does him, her, it, and them...




    

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Any Other Day
Category: Writing and Poetry

Any other day and it would have been revealed

The blue in this room would have been dimmer

The sweaty eyes from zucchini faces would've had no effect

Any other day and you would have blushed under heavy breath

The carelessness sitting next to you never would have stood a chance

Any other day the moment would have been blinding

The spaces would have been enclosed

The scent of death never would have wafted

The nerves that rankle would have been settled

Any other day would have lent a hand        

Would have seen it coming

Would have allowed for it to arrive

Would have screened all unwanted calls

Would have seen discouragement through

Any other day I never would have met you...

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Waxed Lucid
Category: Writing and Poetry

The day I learned to lift clouds from a pale canvass was

incomparable.

The day I learned the secret to gaining was losing I never

went back to misty halls.

The day I leapt into the unknown without a second thought residing

in my calf I met with her incandescent embrace.

Which day is better or worse than today she spoke to me from

azure hills.

I dare you not to think you are living...

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Worried Blues (traditional song)
Category: Writing and Poetry

SOme people tell me

that the worried blues aint bad

Must not have been the

worried blues I had

Worst ole feelin’ I most ever had...

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Prayer
Category: Writing and Poetry

Lord I kneel before you

Let that river flow from tiny feet to tiny feet

where does the north star lead to

the child said bent over the railing

Who watches over those tiny little dots in that black firmament

said the tireless toddler

why do people want to hurt each other asked the lamb to the sparrow

Lord I kneel before you

Let that river flow from tiny feet to tiny feet

Spit out your gum cried the lone wolf in the bush

reserve your judgement screeched the howling wind
                                        
sit back and entertain me cooed the forlorn maple

sing your song all night long whispered the long gone

Lord I kneel before you

Let that river flow from tiny toes to tiny toes

speak up youngling

 ask not whether it makes sense but ask

this world is inarticulate

wasn’t given the right words to explain itself

don’t expect too many unenvious nights 

Be sure to weep with all your might when you ain’t feelin right

laugh with the Earth not at your mother

respect your father’s distance

Be everything and nothing

don’t tell anyone the difference

Be a strand of mist

and a hurricane in one gulp

Sing till singing is banned

especially when people have their ears covered

Sing till the moon winks

Until everything is heard

Until you are heard

Sing when noone is there

the only audience that counts

I hear you loud and clear

what remains won’t amount

Lord I kneel before you

Let that river flow from tiny feet to tiny feet



 

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SLeep Well (Ode to Lorca)
Category: Writing and Poetry

He stands alone, feet torn by hungry sidewalks

Disentangled, disconsolate, disowned by the melting faces kissing his shoulders

Like a torn rag from god's shawl, dancing unheeded, breathless, eternally worn

Ravaged by images dripping off the metal torsos of industrial nights

Seething with the blood of lightless valleys, swimming with the stars in pools of lavender

Listening solemnly to the songs of weeping hillsides, and the pounding silence of a golden  desert

He stands alone

Where babies wail for the milk of dead kings, and mothers walk slowly through forests of seared dollar bills

With dark brows tattooed by the Spanish Sun, and flesh borne from the roots of nameless sycamores

He stands alone

With language ripped from the belly of the Earth, twirling, mincing, dancing on the tip of his mind like drunken butterflies

With hurricanes of time's debris brushing against his cobweb eyelashes, splattered against the walls of his mossy temples

He stands alone

Fraught with lyrical moonshine drowned in the drunkard's plea, trembling with the choir of the immovable graves

Singing his song silently to the captives of the night, eating the bread hardened by the wails of sardine families penetrating steely silver rooftops with cracked aloofness

There he stands––> in between coffee tables, underneath winter blemished leaves, behind the bark of ancient elms, dreaming sleeplessly afloat the white wash of the impervious Atlantic, deep in the folds of a child's sock, laughing heartily on the fingernail of oblivion, stretching his limbs in the amber sky

There he sleeps—> on the backbone of the crescent moon, on the fire escapes of sweaty courthouses, amidst the mist gushing from the horses breath, inside the melody of the damned sparrow, alongside the silver blade of the unquenchable hunter, immersed in the rain of a summer night, in the puddle of that last sip of wine, underneath the feet of god in the womb of time

Sleep well... 

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Silver Haired Reminder
Category: Writing and Poetry

I went down there, not because I wanted to, but because of the alternative.

Her back was facing me as I walked into the familiar room.

The little Asian one behind the bar, right where she belonged

Scattered people standing everywhere with that look in their eye

A look like that of a cat inching towards sleep

The dim glow of walls that refused to be seen.

There's something elusive residing in that dimness, something breathing for recognition

Like the soft glow of a starry sky, never revealing the breadth beyond the black

She turned around, I felt like an imposter, that wax smile beaming incessantly

Why am I here?

Who are these people?

Why do I feel sick?

My nerves are shrieking, my legs uncooperative

I see everything and nothing swirl in one long continuos dance taunting me, beckoning me

Nightmare visions assailing me without relent

I want to run but I don't

I don't because these are the people that reside in the dimness that is life...

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New Morning
Category: Writing and Poetry

A new year, henceforth a new world

jump high on the trampoline little one

soar the banks, kiss the clouds

give your mother a hug while your up there

give everyone an arm to embrace while your up there

let the sunlight never cease to splash your forehead

try to stay suspended, never think of your feet as security

jump like strawberry jam

leap into the unknown, never tread the same sky twice

and when you come back down to the Earth

make sure you hit the ground like a pile of laundry

leave it all up there...

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