24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The worst is oblivion.
Pain can be delightful;
It is sensuous to me now- sexy.
I yearn for sharpness, stinging,
aching, burning, crushing…
Heartache! Now there’s a thing to be desired-
Prized above all;
It is the best of pains
For it makes one feel most alive.
Hour 19 – 12:00 AM
Find yourself through the bullshit
That’s the point of coming up uncrowned and making a fortune
Bestow to young one’s, knowledge and gold
For they hold the secrets to the futures mold
We’ve got to give it all that we’ve got
A hustlers mentality has never been known to stop
Penetrate the skin like a bullet wound,
Makes you feel alive, worthy, and fully intune.
There’s no life without death
So this motion is round, in a perfect realm
Take what you give and live fully renowned.
– J.C. ©
In a surreal tapestry of gossamer silk and sunbeams,
I have etched the beautiful contours of your face.
The somnolent eyes,
drooping as if a lotus-eater had sprayed the Sandman’s opiate into them,
the juxtaposed limbs heavy-wrought and listless
….you are a dream,
you are the rainbow fantasy in speckled and gold-flaked dust,
shimmering on heaven’s stairways
and bright-punctured like a lover’s acid sighs on the firmament.
You are the elusive
an ever out-of-reach mirage-evanescence
that quill-wielders speak in hushed awe-filled tones.
You are my fantasy,
my deliverance of sleepless nights
….and somehow, their reason too!!
3 pair of hands and arms and legs
touching-
3 hearts pounding while 6 eyes watched-
anticipating 2 lips or 4 hands
but no words were spoken;
2 breasts heaved when 6 lips sighed-
and 4 hands felt moist with lustful desires-
3 bodies undulated and writhed
to the sound of bolero on an old record player
in the corner
thoroughly enjoying-
exploring the meaning of art.
In order to make room
He lifted the little girl
Up into his arms
Above her,
His face hovered
The very aspect of
The great Deity
Her mother taught her
That the rains that fall
Nourish the earth
And that even buttercups
Should not be
Thoughtlessly crushed
But he lifted her up
To his stubble covered chin
He would always be
More god than man
To his little girl
He would be her daddy
Lose yourself in the magic that YOU are.
We all walk the same road, uniquely, and made it thus far.
Without variety, we would be of no use.
Grab a mirror, sit down, to yourself, re-introduce.
24 hours of sanity, or lack there of.
Finding yourself drunk off the madness,
falling with whole heart, yourself, in the purest love.
Compound eyes and sticky legs,
You buzz around their head,
You see it coming from afar,
One swat and now you’re dead.
Anzac Day Man
Where did you go?
Was it an apparition from the
Divine?
A lost love
A divine lesson learnt
Complete abandon
At the loss from my life
When you boarded that plane
To serve our country
A man of conviction, of purpose
A deep abiding love underneath that
Chiselled athletic persona
A darkness, pain, suffering
And heart break
Fear and confusion in intimacy
Better to get on that plane
Not fearing death
The fear lies within
The man in the mirror
Reflecting back at you
A love lost indeed
Or is it?
I think not!
A love deep within
From another time and place
Transitional and shifting in this lifetime
Alas short but sweet
An astute student am I? It’s taken over a
Decade to understand the connection
Was it real? Or just my imagination?
A gift from the divine
To assist me in my hour of need
Yet I do mourn you
Anzac Day Man
Even after all this time
Blessed be for my life
Has been touched in a way that
Will not come to pass in this
Life time again
Thank you Anzac Day Man
Honor
honor is the feeling of doing
she asked me a week ago
do you ever feel as if you aren’t good enough
tonight I ask myself good enough for what
And to hold up to whose standards
i am good enough
i have to be
i would probably drop my pen right now if I weren’t