Break it, Break that heart my friend And save two souls at the end Break it because you are human Not that one is man and the other – woman Strike it with the stupidity of truth Break it with pure love and soft tact…
Category: Miscellaneous
The cell (hour 6)
I’m trapped in this cell of my own making, The walls all around me make me want to cry, I can’t leave, I made this cell for myself, And I’ve lost the key, It’s so dark in here, so empty, I feel so lonely and…
TWENTY
At twenty years old I gave up all my crutches All my fears returned. I’d wasted three years Had nothing to show And no more money to burn. All the fear came back And brought more with it Leaving me helpless and alone. Full…
My Golden Shovel Poem
The art of losing isn’t hard to master – Elizabeth Bishop When you told me the lines I drew in my skin were art intricate patterns of pain you saw as love, and the blood that I was losing as sweet elixir, I knew this…
Love Song-Hour 20
I would sing at the top of my voice If I could trust said voice Across vast wildernesses and mountain ranges I would echo through the canyons Screaming my love My hate, my contempt, my desire Yes I love you But you eat at my…
The Art of Safety
Drowns the possibilities of those adventures, so exciting after decades of resentful boredom, cowering in the comfort of our rooms, scared to shed even a hair from our scalp
prompt 23/24: reply to a favorite poem
Reflections on an experiment in self love my mixed blood waters down my colour but not the weeping of our people when my head turns to face the land no longer ours – which feels the same as when he looks at me through blurry…
Hour 20 ATOMIC CLOCK
Look at your hand And think of this: However close You concentrate, You’ll never see Those elfin, subatomic crumbs Crammed in there, Undecayable; Existing even when That bog you’re buried in Is swallowed By a dying sun. And think of your descendants Ticking their hours…
Prompt 23 On Beginnings Revisited.
In the beginning, was a hole, And the hole was without sound the sound was without a beat, the beat was without melody. And there were no words to the music. Then a voice was heard: Let there be a dance. and let the…
Love Song Haiku
Let us go then, you and I, Yellow smoke that chokes, “Do I dare?” and “Do I dare?”