Ol' Delta Blue

Color me blue, Blue baby blue
Talkin' front porch Delta style
Mississippi blue
Talkin' six string finger pickin'
slow rollin' blue
Talkin' tradin' your soul at the
Crossroads for blue
Robert Johnson, Willie Brown
Talkin' old school blue
Talkin' gut wrenchin'
up-from-your-feet
Let-it-out kinda blue
Don't gimmie no sunny-sky
happy-day blue
I'm sad baby sad
Just blue baby blue.

Forever Love (for a loyal heart)

I’m trying to find balance

An equilibrium

But I’m lost and
my rhythm is breaking

I’m trying to love you
I’m trying to forget you
I’m trying to restart, reboot my
life from
pieces of heart that
never knew you

You are my center
A sun of sorts
Too close, I burn
Too far, I freeze

I survive out here in
orbital confusion
My loyalty sustains and
destroys me the
same

Forever Love
Your intangible gravitation is
the only Constant as I
swerve and sway

Forever Love
Until stronger stars grab me
And Forever becomes just another
quick tick of time

(sciencefocus.com)

Broken Meteor

sometimes I put a condom on diversity, splintered bone fragments on floors of mind mansions, my own servants petty thieves themselves born of third-world hunger & heirarchy

                                         have I told you I’m all over the place?

a stone thrown wind blown or gaffed, pulled snorting onto this boat or that, I’m recyclable print on newspaper trash by the curb of inner-city streets licked clean by addicts without needles to inject

the blind girls in the windows of rubble apartments seethe lustfully

aware of the rose-bush that pretties this up with: my love, you’re a flower but I fear the hidden thorns…I’ve rushed here to see you left condoms on window-sills melting peacefully by the candle dripping wax smells of romance

the mind is a meteor in changing revolutions, evolutions of beatings & smooth cosmos sailing, twist-a-little lose-a-little gain-a-little smash cash while universe salesmen tip brimmed hats in passing

Naked

I fall naked upon these naked pages
A sea upon a sea
The drift is quiet
Smooth
Unruffled
The varying depth is measured in miles

Life is everywhere
Words abundant
The haunting abyss
The endless sky
One pulse of Thought stirs all to Chaos
  Ask why I write?…

  for Order & Survival

Morning Minutes

Blurred morning minutes mixed with
caffeine bliss and
ambidextrous driving
Imaginary timers blaring
irritating beeps of
you-gotta-do-s and
now-you’re-late-s

Smiles in the rearview mirror
And little voices singing
happy songs

Nothing’s really wrong
Just a frantic panic stress attack
that disintegrates in time
into joys and loves of
life’s smallest moments

Mostly measured in minutes.

In Any Field

Love me in the grass
amongst weeds,
The thickest brush

Or in any field
within the gusts of
steady winds and
streaming sun

Under skies of
blue or black
Promise your love
the same

In any field the
desire to grow
breaks through the
covered decay

(ByronJorjorian.com)

Selfies

Selfies

It’s the new disco in
closets bathrooms bedrooms hallways
Anywhere the floor is yours
Crystal iball spins at your command

Someday we’ll look back and
be really embarrassed by the
clothes we were wearing

And I can’t imagine what
those without clothes on at all
will be feeling then

My Lucky Sandbox

Gunfire & Thunder sound the same
in the child’s sleep

They say repetition numbs the pain
Quells the fear
Conditions the mind

    Some are born on the bloodied frontline
    Cribbed by the chalk lines
    Nursed in the trenches

    I was nurtured in a lucky little sandbox
    Below our pretty flower box
    In the shade of an Oak

The acoustical waves
The cracks & pops
never really bothered me or
disturbed my sleep

unless it was raining.

A Message

Does it matter
The efforts of the wind
blowing a seed from 
here to there

Does it matter
The pushes and pulls
The tugs and throws of
life
The anchors
The sails

It matters not
It’s a matter of
landing
Of planting
Of growing
Of struggling to
survive

Wherever the wind blows us
Wherever the seed lands
No matter how we got here
No matter how it ends.

Drowning In Myth

The ambient air is moist with you
Little droplets bathe me
Mist on skin
Billions of them
Foam from Cythera’s surrounding seas
All of your wetness
Even there
All of your Beauty
Yes
Even there
Beads of you fall
Absorb
Collect
Rise
Collect
Rise
Collect

 I suffer the flood
To witness the birth
Foam of the sea
Aphrodite incarnate
Even here
Discernment’s clear
Even now
as I accept my fate
Your poetry remains

The myth is
real

Lessons From Love-bugs

Tiny little love-bugs
flying solo
Unaccompanied
Ready for mating

The unaware hit the pool and
find out quickly
how it’s harder to fly
when your wings are wet
And what reflections look like
when you’re in the midst
of new found fear

The experienced
hover & flutter
inches above
enjoying the breeze
With one eye keenly fixed
on jaws of lizards
awaiting their catastrophic
mistake of
landing on the patio
concrete

  How exposed we are to
  so many dangers while
  looking for love

Those little bugs are
fearless
I should be so
courageous
I could stand to learn a
thing or two from
Spring
and lesser
life forms.

Big Talker

Cherry stems ain’t nothin’
My girl knots tree trunks with her tongue

When she talks dirty her chartreuse words glow like a
homing device in
murky waters

Oysters squirm from their 1/2 shells,
Aroused by her presence they
slither off raw bars to reach her plate

Whips & chains
Handcuffs &; leather
Huddle together quietly in
corners of closets like
scared children
Afraid she might find them
Afraid she might use them for
something obscene

Little black dresses?
Naughty lingerie?
Trust me, That ain’t nothin’
I’ve examined her wardrobe
That’s nunnery attire for chaste little ladies
I kid you not

    Quiet! she’s
    comin’…
You never heard nothin’ man

I’d better get outta here 
She can smell my confessions
You’ll need a good autopsy of me
if she senses the
slightest treason

Hey
but call me,
She’s got a single friend
and I think she’s lookin’

- a morning poem

It’s the gentle way the morning breaks through,
Leaves the night to sulk in despair as it turns

It’s the joy of waking up next to you
Leaving all my dark sorrows in the past

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Writing With Fire

She was whiskey brown death
Old No. 7 green label
Poem maker, poem taker
Poet savior, poet pest
Fire-water liquid esophageal flashover
Her warm amber flame
Volatile, capricious
I slept in her burn many times with words
drowned drunken sexed & sloppy
Mortified,
Mornings would sometimes find us
Mixmashed,
I
the few drips in her bottle
and she
the one splayed burnt blood on my bed

She’s forgotten flames now
I wonder where she burns
Whose tongue now wakes
sodden ash
muddy words.

unknown original source

Jewels

Cerulean skies a glaciers age
Schematics of the sun the same
The oceans tongue an islands gift
Alone we dream a loners wish

Out here below the faultless stars
Come night Come day Come night they are
Unwrapped Uncaged Pure dreamers jewels
Inlaid by crafts of unknown Truths

Illusions keep us in the drift
Resplendent wings & diamond ships

Alone we weep for jewels obsessed
And reach like thieves before the theft.

A Kiss

A kiss,
My lips on the tiny little hairs of her skin
Every inch a new kiss
Even twice where she
moans the most,
A kiss that will throw her
head side-to-side,
Even twice when she sighs

A kiss,
My lips on the curve of her chin
On the pulse of her neck
On the slope of her shoulder,
A kiss as I hold her
pristine lips upon mine,
Even twice when she
moans & sighs.

unknown original source