The deep, infinite abyss of the sky,
Pitch black or light blue to the naked eye.
Small, brilliant speckles of light,
Ever expanding with no end in sight.
Planets swirling and spinning,
Stars begin the end of the beginning.
Radiant glimpse of sheering seams,
An entire universe with us in between.
Everything ordinary seems out of place,
In this roaring sea of vast space.
It has been said before that an authors pen is the sharpest of swords
So then that you know my blade I will run it through your veins,
She is the savior of the weak, and the messiah of the abused
She is the lone traveler on a forgotten day,
Her child she bear are Truth and Knowledge
My Blade is married to Justice,
Stinging the heart of poet and the common man is her goal
Her father was Rage and he mother be Anger,
The darling I wield on my quill is Wraith.
To the girl I don’t even know
You smiling face in this dark day
The way you walk proud and free
You spirit as impact this poet’s soul
The gild of your motion to and fro
You had a gentle happiness about you
The people around you could feel it
You knew we all could see the joy
To the girl I don’t even know.
When we met, we’re drinking wine and called brother
When we meet again, we’re throwing glass
and sworn enemy
In this deep lake river
In this rapid current
We are enchanted
Love and strength
Played by the fate and swept away
Her feelings, temptations,
and desires
are tattooed
on her slightly exposed
blue tinted rounded belly.
Still, she is afraid.
The head is tossed
Down
Toward her belly
As she is waiting.
He is there
Few yards,
May be light years away.
Both are there
May be light years away.
Both are in different web’s nests.
40 minutes
Wasted
in splashing
at each others
red
pink
tattoos.
Orange chicken
, oh orange chicken,
how much I love you.
You’re sweet, sticky, and tangy, all at the same time,
you go great wi th soy sauce, but never with lime.
ode to orange chicken, which I love to devour,
it’s been in my mouth so often, it knows that i have power.
It knows the names of my taste buds, Jill, Lil, and Bill,
sometimes the orange chicken is happy, but sometimes it’s held against it’s will.
Whenever I eat orange chicken, it goes CRUNCH, CRUNCH,
and I have to have chow mein, and that goes MUCH, MUNCH!
Ode to orange chicken, it is always in a bowl,
but did I mention, i also love eggrolls.
Silence, my life is lived in silence.
the only voice I hear is usually my own.
my alone soul, wrestling in the dark pit of thirst.
Panting, crying out in hope of a better and brighter day.
Sun shines but there is no light.
The day is as the night.
The silent thumping of my heart beat reminds me.
that I am alone again.
Spring, winter, summer and fall has come and gone.
the same, the same, nothing different, all the same.
Me, just me, myself and I.
Where is everyone? Where have all the people gone?
The music plays but there are no lyrics.
The streetlights are on but there are no people.
The rain comes down but it is not wet.
The sky is clear but thee is no moon or stars.
When will this silence end?
How can I be set free from this isolation?
Who will rescue me from this pit of loneliness?
Silence, my life is lived in silence.
Next doors’ grass had greened
and the honeyed light of autumn
spread thickly over thirsty trees
not quite ready to turn.
I heard her ugly honking.
Incongruous really,
considering the feathered charm
and pert uprightness
of her maternity.
Her four new chicks
were cute and ping-pong light -
their day old voices peeping,
their new legs creeping
like ants around her.
Next day she honked again -
but alas, too late!
My canine scavenger
was sunning herself
guiltily on the back step -
a mouthful of feathers
the only evidence of her crime.
Miss P honked again
and strode aggressively up the drive.
Her sole surviving chick
scuttling after her.
A few days later
I heard her honking sadly.
This time she walked alone.
Up into the light, from the deepest of dark
I have emerged above with a single spark
Glowing I grow and continue to shine
Stronger I live, wishing you were still mine
Venturing everyday along reality’s twisted path
Harsh and painful is lonliness’s wrath
I have survived without you for the longest time
Held together in pieces, by fragments of rhyme
I search in all places for a glimpse of your face
I feel I am losing in this ‘finding you’ race
Daily I pray in different, honoring and loyal ways
Looking, searching and traveling in this ‘without you’ maze
How can I survive one more second of truly missing you
Outside I present myself as colorful, but inside I am so blue
Strong and courageous I go on, always reaching for the light
With demons and monsters I continously have to fight
I battle emotions and I am at war with my thoughts
How can I ever forget or ignore: little-bit, little-bit, lots…
Today I Sat And Pondered Myself,
I Pondered Those Things, Come And Gone.
I Contemplated, I Deliberated,
I Mulled Over Decision Upon Decision.
I Thought About All That has Happened
And All That Is Destined To Happen.
I Sought An Answer To Reason Why
I Have Given Up On The Human Populace.
I Sought A Remedy For The Gnawing
At The Back Of My Shrewd Adamant Mind.
I Long For The Answers To Seek My Soul,
Embrace My Heart And Fill Its Voids.
But The Verities Remain Strong,
I Haven’t An Answer To A Single Query.
I Have Indeed Shunned Society For Their
Meek And Vile Attempts At Notion Reform.
I Have Indeed Learned To Befriend The
Gnawing Nit That Prevails In My Wits.
And Therefore I Have Come To A Conclusion
That Is Disheartening Yet Honest Nonetheless.
The Single Person Who Believes In Naught A Soul
Knows That He Himself Is To Be Distrusted.
And Although The Prospect Is Very Black, It’s The
Right Mentality For A Motivated Somebody.
The Naïve Will Always Admire And Trust
What They Really Don’t Understand.
Thus, Myself, One Not Confiding In Or Needing
Another, Truly Does Have The Right Idea.
I Trust Nobody Completely In The Slightest,
Therefore I Contrast “Naïve” And Triumph.