Words
Fold into poetry
Like origami shapes
Filled with ink
Bursting
Into patterns unreal
Echoing the withheld
Withdrawn proposals
Silent
Sketching of outsiders
Struggling to manifest
The inner workings
Deranged
Arrangements of futility
Arguing in favor
Of disparaging hopefulness
Forgotten.
Blood and soul pass
Intertwining like hands clasped
In intercession and supplication
Of unworthy and impassioned whims
Colliding and concurring
Contorting and conjuring
Captivated cessation of guilt.
Confessions lined with feigned
Indifference to consequence
Catalogued as simple inconveniences
To minds more set on progression
Than obsession with fading breathes
Reach out to ears deafened
By the whispering of the circumstantial.
Listen, they cry
In voices softened by harsh screams
Heard only by those powerless
To provide necessities of body
Blood and soul drifting
In winds set by dreams once held
Now slipping into the void
Left by words unsaid
As tokens spent in faithfulness
For passage denied.
Concentrated fruity goodness
Attributed to the budding tastes of an infant deity
Nourishing addiction to the shapes of mankind’s creation
Demolished and dissolved in fervent corruption
Yes…
Sometimes in life
We find ourselves more concerned
With the hours that are passing
Instead of living the seconds in between
Sometimes I cannot stand
That you live outside the curves
Of the world built with words
Carefully crafted to capture in awe
The readers of your form.
You are free written breathlessness
Struggling to speak phrases
Alien to my lips
Plucked from histories spent
In fragile recollection.
Italicized glory drips from your tongue
As temptations grounded in tradition
Sliding between the teeth
That spell my name in black.
Spoken in haste,
Rebuffed in recitation
Then carved in stone.
You are more than words;
Be free of expectation.
For, in reality, you are simply more.
Silver Afternoons
Descending like a gentle fog
Upon the skin
Condescending and condensation
Refined.
Effluent rays diffused
And scattered shade shine
Shimmering with subdued radiance
Rendered and renewed,
Divine.
Oh say what they like
And take it for naught
Grains of sand slipping
Like words unfamiliar, yet kind
From the mouths of pageantry.
A charade of characterizations
Paraded like effigies
Through a sea of ideas
Then burned
At the stakes of our claims.
A childish grin escapes my lips
With muffled laughter obscured
By the back of my fingers,
Interlaced in composed existence.
I eye your message tenderly
With piercing analytical persuasion
And meted and measured
Words.
A small breath slips by the escort
Through Bastille and fort alike
Prancing softly
With charismatic glee.
I linger as you notice
Defiant openly
The jig is up, I’ve had enough
This cat’s too much for me.
I’ve found it,
The perfect gift for you.
It shimmers like the autumn evening
And falls like majestic rain.
It rings in my ears
Like the road beneath the wind
And the shadows of eventide.
It sings
Like a caged bird
Longing for something more
Than echos of familiarity.
It tastes like home
The way you feel before a bonfire
Wrapped in my arms.
It smells like afternoon
Before the traffic starts
And food shops hustle before the rush.
It looks like everything you’ve given me
And all the unspoken words I’ve kept inside.
It both describes you
And fits my tongue
Like everything you should have heard before.
I was mute
And this is my abstinence from silence.
I glance over at your laughter
Trickling its way to my lonesome ears
Finding sunlight in your shoulders
As I stare across the void.
You look at me
Through the corner of your eye
Playfully, yet with a touch of sorrow
Burdensome melancholy.
We freeze for a moment
Unable to admit
The depth of our resistance
To categorizations untoward.
Stereotypical classifications of guilt
Mingled with unethical boundaries
Tangled within the crawlspaces
Within our hearts.
Is it love or indigestion
Or the inability to overcome and cope with
The frailties we share?
Moonlit Poetry 