I stink at everything, especially trying to forget you
The click of a car door,
I turned my back on you.
Then the squeal of a worn
Window being rolled down
“See you later,”
You said and waved.
But under my breath
I whispered,
“No you won’t.”
(xx)
You are unearthly beautiful;
was there some cosmic conspiracy
in the heavens the day you were conceived?
Is there a numinous
stellar synchronicity to sculpt
and hone your form from celestial
alabaster it seems….
…did the firmament eschew some colours
such that your irises could glow
and did the constellations mulct
the beauty of the stars
to give you shape.
Forgiving yourself
To be repentant of one’s
Old ways
When does this really stop?
You forgive yourself and
Others time and time again
And still there is a lesson
To be learnt
When it rears its ugly head
Discipline, planning and calculations
Doesn’t set the scene to stop the old ways
They creep up on you
When you least expect it
There are some behaviours
You can say good bye to
Yet other ones the insidious ones
The more subtle ones can be hidden
Suddenly rushing to the surface
A wave hits you and then another
Then suddenly that hidden hell
You try to avoid is back alive and well
A mocking laugh
A loud ‘I told you so!’
Is ringing in my ears
How do I get this to stop?
I sit there feeling small and vulnerable
Curled up in a ball
I pray silently for it to stop
Then all of a sudden the waves stop crashing
And the voice stops ringing in my ears
I feel the sun licking on my cheeks
I taste the salt in my mouth
It’s not the residue of the waves
But the tears streaming down my cheeks
I look up to the sky and I feel a
Warm embrace
A gentle stroking of my hair and
A soft whisper
‘You’ll be fine little one,
Trust more and I will carry you through
Turbulent waters to safety
Trust and don’t forget your
Own power
Blessed be’
Nightmare
Staring straight ahead, my eyes struggled to focus.
A woman, counting down, 3,2,1……………………….
On the count of 1, she released grip, on her babies stroller and lost it.
Faster and faster, a nightmarish blur,
Getting closer, tragedy ready to occur,
scrambling for confidence, instead, find myself unsure.
I reach out my arms, ready to try and defer,
My eyes suddenly pop open and I am relieved to find,
this was all just a nightmare.
Crown of sorrow
All the kings and queens
wear their crown of sorrow.
Heart on their sleeve,
throbbing, shivering
with delight as the moon
blesses them with her curse.
#21, Accident
A minefield of accidental objects.
Trip
Fall
Go
Boom
Woke me up. For another round.
Probably my last.
Goodnight
Maybe…
The alarm might be enough…
“The 12th Gate”
My first day in this new world,
Begins with the seraph at the gate.
“I bid you welcome,” he beams.
Have a look around.
Do whatever you like.”
To my thousand questions,
He has but one answer.
“Free will.
The choice is always yours.
For how else would you be here?”
Your Time is Charity
Hour 21 – 2:00 AM
Give me this, Give me that.
Be truthful, and don’t hurt those that have your back.
Resentment will never get you far,
you’ll be lucky if it even leaves a scar.
Memories made keep you within boundaries,
lessons bestowed travel safely alone.
In the minds and hearts of those we leave behind,
to find a greater purpose to our lives.
Philanthropic tendencies trap me within my community,
I want to help the world, not just the people that surround me.
– J.C. ©
What’s a Chief Without a Team
It’s times like these
You-know-when-your-friend-travels-across-town-to-come-get-you-at-3-in-the-morning
It’s times like these
You-know-when-your-right-hand-man-takes-over-when-you’re-out-for-2-weeks
It’s times like these
You-know-when-after-a-long-day-and-you’ve-been-fighting-a-lot-with-people-that-they-buy-shakes-and-cookie-dough
It’s times like these
You-know-when-you-push-them-away-that-they-move-closer-because-somethings-wrong
It’s times like these
You-know-when-they-give-up-their-weekends-to-work-and-then-sleep-on-the-floor
It’s times like these
You-know-the-ones
It’s times like these–These and more
Thanks for the memories
~.%
Who Cares? Post 21
Prompt for hour who cares
Been doing this too long
Ya I profess to being a poet
But after 20 odd
I feel like a poser
A supposer
Passion?
Hell no
Poetry feels like poison now
I drank it
My stomach aches
My headbursts
How much coffee can one one person drink?
Annoying and annotated
Sonnets and Free verse
To rhyme or not to rhyme
Can we just finish this thing?
I have to work in the morning
I’ll be poetizing all day
Sleeping at the wheel
I’ll be mortified
Mummified
Metered and alliterated
I’ll be making haikus out of salami
Metaphors out of the cash register
Too many poems I tell you
Its gone on too long
Head exploding
Brain imploding
Too many flippin poems