24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
White face, curly hair,
Wide eyed vacant stare,
Leering smile painted red
Crazy clown will kill you dead.
Baggy costume, spots and stripes,
Cymbals, drums and kazoo pipes,
Circus lyrics left unsaid
Crazy clown will kill you dead.
Juggle dagger, juggle ball
Squirting flower soaks us all
What has the ringmaster said?
Crazy clown will kill you dead.
Circus over, home you scurry
Under blankets shift and worry
Someone’s underneath the bed
Crazy clown will kill you dead.
If I could spread my legs at his demand, sensations and fixes on command, then why on earth would I be any different with the moon, my legs fell back and with only the color of white did I submit myself as a perfect wife, my hips knew this position before and although I could not hear his voice or feel him in time, I was a Goddess evaporating the men from my time, I wasn’t putting out, instead I was letting everything in, deep penetration of the moon set in and I wondered what on earth had I been missing… someone as sweet as me, cursed with insecurity…
Hello there, its such a grand morning,
I can’t wait to face the day, it gives me no warning.
I roll out of bed to get me started
And even though I’m tired I’m not broken hearted.
It a new day I say, it a start over,
Its filled with new dreams and time spent with Rover.
I’m ready to begin this new day ahead,
Its definitely not yesterday, that’s been put to bed.
Innocent
Trusting
Kind
Believing
Playful
Magical
Imaginative
Creative
Curious
Teachable
Accepting
Unrestrained
Confident
Comfortable
Adventurous
Loving
May we all be as they are
Your beats are therapeutic
Thump thump thump thump
The doctor says I need a new you
That perhaps goes thump thump thump and not thump thump
You all sound the same to me
Always beating to an unwritten rhythm
Always working so I can live
But the doctor says you’re too frail
And may stop your thumping
But I don’t want another you
Coz you are me and I am you
It has been a journey
Like all journeys
There is a beginning and an end
And now the end has come
I curl up to it and hold it in my heart
I carry the words and the flow and the longing
My back hurts
My head nods
My eyes can no longer see
I imagine the sleep I will enter into
As soon as this is complete
And I slow
Just a tad
My companion Duke the cat
Slumbers without me
My bed calls to me
And I will end this marathon here
In a cautious and grateful
Good night, good morning and good Lord I am glad it is done!
the little bird : is making me : weep : as she always does : thinking of : what i’ve lost : & may never have
Jus gotta find myself…
Its dark and I’m runnin
I feel blinded…but I’m seeing dark
I gotta get em off my back
This deceiving
Me…wonder why I never found the tree
Why I couldn’t eat
Why is it just heart ache and pain left to conceive
Does this make sense
Am I really me
I mean really who I should be
I know my basics but
Who said one plus one is really two
But then they tell you that one joined with one becomes one and not still two
Ha, I don’t know, all I know is what I know and what I know could just be wrong
Yet they tell me it’s okay to know what you don’t know…
I feel like I ain’t got time for none of this
Too many entities wasting my time…is it my time?
What really belongs to me…I have my walls and my seed
My goals and what I believe…but it just won’t let me be so I can live…
False Evidence Appearing Real…
You see four words I see one…FEAR
Not having, never making
Undone, too short
Too long, not enough, just getting to Settle Outside of my Evolution…you just happy wit getting SOME…
When I want it all
I’m still running…seeing dark
Gotta get em’ off me
Shake em’ lose
Did we come here together
I wanna new travel plan
circle 360 full…fuck it just give me my own 90
degrees…make it Fahrenheit, please..
~ism
In Bitter Darkness
In bitter darkness dwells a troubled mind.
While longing for a true love to adore,
Deep loneliness is all that it can find.
Sweet fantasies play brief and then rewind,
Deep midnight dreams upon a rocky shore,
In bitter darkness dwells a troubled mind.
The darkling madness never far behind,
Like rotten fruit, ebony at its core,
Deep loneliness is all that it can find.
Pain floats like foam upon the churning brine;
Emotions on a sea without support,
In bitter darkness dwells a troubled mind.
Magnetically, anger becomes aligned
With memories, strewn vast upon the floor,
Deep loneliness is all that it can find.
To bitter fate, its soul becomes resigned;
Blindly slamming shut the iron door,
In bitter darkness dwells a troubled mind,
Deep loneliness is all that it can find.
Why would you do that? Because I love to write
What will you get from that? A satisfaction at night
How much are you going to be paid? Not a single dime
Who would make you do such a thing? This writing passion of mine