time is the lit fuse that
cannot be extinguished
the invisible fire
that forever lasts
I acknowledge the construct
minuscule to immeasurable
in my hand
I feel the passing,
the weightless artwork
moving forward
the day is numb to the
night is numb to the day
I have love and loss
I have joy and sorrow
each advancing
ablaze then forgotten
on the burning line
(Image from patientkeeper.com)
there are watchers and lookers
in the streets, in the windows,
there behind the cold concrete
slabs, many tethered to screens
some mock a caring glance,
some actually care, but they
are few and ugly between. now
the feel of crowds are strange
I tie my shoe in the parking lot,
the woman next to me leaves
her son's dirty diaper on the
ground. drives away. a minivan
some brains are spoiled fruit.
roadkill. I find small pieces of
heaven in unexpected smiles.
those are the prettiest. men or
women, young or old. many the
hours are strung together but
few are disrupted by truth and
honesty. outside my window
a bird attacks a squirrel. the
squirrel was playing, the bird
doesn't care. she has a nest in
the tree. common, each little war
(Brian Smyth "Passing Strangers" on irishartpaintings.com)
relieved that its the sun
now pouring down
but wishing it was rain
why isn't it rain, I worry
the clouds have emptied
but wishing they were full
skies as gray and sharp
as steel wool, fragile and
thin like this heavy mood
heavy and full comes through
the sun, like awareness of
the hopes and joys of love
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up from the iron core
without reprimand
without guilt
through the belly of the sea
with pure intentions
I enter the drift
afloat, directionless
eyes wide to the stars
beautiful and obscene
these faults and perfections
on full display
without applause
I am here among you
I have returned
below the gaze of the dead
I have come again to
witness the mellifluous force
the miraculous embrace
She opens her arms
from the sea
from the sky
touched with all acceptance
and cradled as a gift
I release to her my will
(Image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)
dizzy
dizzying days
mother may I
skip to the other side
these naked feet are
scarred and scared
to walk too slowly
so I run, I run
chasing imaginary kites
in imaginary skies
of imaginary blue
I run and I run
the fields are so green,
so soft on flying feet
just missing the surface
mother may I
live in dreams
or one calming midnight,
just one
(Gif from gifer.com)
bruised by your fullness,
the incurable growth within
that will not leave
until she's taken with you
you in your silence,
you hiding behind
her beautiful smile
and ease,
you as the cheap tenant
I pray for suffering
but not hers, no -
let it be yours,
let her be the last one
you ever touch
wither away forgotten
as she remains
a foreverheart of joy
leave
as we keep her
here
without you
I want to rush to you
and love you in a fury,
the chaos of a storm
you simply must drown in
pretty head to precious toe
drenched and overwhelmed;
but slowly come upon you
taking time turned to mist,
the orderly touch infusing
until you simply must drown
pretty lips to precious heart
drenched and overwhelmed;
my love
my love
my love
(Image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)
morning begs me
to come with her,
I'm struggling to
climb her heavy light
the loving hand
that can't be grabbed,
a figure of my
desperate imagination
morning has eyes of
flirtation and allurement,
I pretend she means well
with hesitance and caution
if not for love... what
would pull me forward,
unbound from night's
soft reassuring embrace
(Image from infoworld.com)
a bloody fist
holds
a bloody rose
violence before evidence
can only be guessed at
impetus impeded in
between the frail friction
one voice wounds enough
for two mired in uncertainty
whispers from shadows on
the wall infest the silence
eyes punch deeper into the
soft membrane of intentions
where do we go from here,
who makes the first move
the garden entrance is
prepped and ready
but so is the exit
(Image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)
I could be that cow
the isolated one
standing in a field
standing
standing
a blank stare
brain for nothing
standing
breathing
aging
clueless
untroubled
unknowing
meat for the stack
or
skin for the boot
cosmic drip
and our night is
separated into
sticky syllables
I’ve never known
your tongue
young like this
fresh and ready
the waves break
with a crisp snap,
the moon spies
silvery fat and
lecherous
we swim
in and out of
each other
as blind as
fish in the dark
the air
as thick as water
and our
labored breathing
(Love Swirls by samareleros.com)
gazing west beyond early light
that breaks into the darkness,
wondering which of these tiny stars
is the one she’ll see above her
my angel sleeps without me there
to hold her close or kiss her awake,
she sleeps in the arms of familiar love
as I love her from this foreign place
what’s a prayer, a wish, a dream?
none of these can be held in hand,
instead I ache without her near
... a distant heart in a distant man
(Image from understands.tumblr.com)
how large is the rug now,
the one we keep
sweeping things under
rising in a mountain’s ground
these things ignored
or discarded as irrelevant
this barren land, spoiled earth
where not a sign of life
dares to roam or settle seed
a landfill at best; what sullen
prosperity swells before us
under the vulture’s stare
upon the fabric backdrop
of subtle sun in lemon-lime,
lavender petals wavelike flow
undulating accordingly
as the evening breezes blow
gently now they fold and puff,
gently now and how they sway,
lavender petals wavelike flow
in constant blossoms luring me
between the limbs unshown
(Image from shutterstock.com)
bulk and brawn
and surging force
through the red door
home of another
scream secret smile
as nostalgia burns
in crackling distant
cares and wares
this arena, spectacle
where bull is king,
underlings trampled
to blood on the hooves
stench of the dead
the maniacal aphrodisiac,
raise the foreign sword
to finalize the deed
(My edit of image from bonanza.com)
