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March 8, 2021 at 8:52pm
March 8, 2021 at 8:52pm
#1006039
Another Day

A heart regulated by sound spun
Beneath a needle plying vinyl
Skating through grooves
Vibrated life into near-dead flesh

The narrow red railways soft
Beneath a hammer hovering glass
Sailed through waves
Splashing life into near-dead flesh

The wide blue byways crush
Beneath a body plying cotton
Still through night
Praying life into near-dead flesh

The hollow black nothingness thin
As a vapor before sunrise
Revealed
Just another day to replay

3.2.21
March 6, 2021 at 7:53am
March 6, 2021 at 7:53am
#1005902
My desire to sing to you
romantically, wistfully,
beautifully a tune I know
all too well
         bittersweetly longing
to coalesce our spirits
         but cannot
grasp, fathom
the words
to recitate, elucidate

my head lowing,
longing for you
sing the melody
to me

I'll learn, yearn
to know it
like you.

3.6.21
March 5, 2021 at 12:51am
March 5, 2021 at 12:51am
#1005843
The dagger
dripping with poison
drips black from the pen
you filled last night
exacted your revenge
on an ignorant lamb
who didn't intend...
but you knew what you were doing

I'll hand you the revolver
it's quicker, humane
to drain a bullet
from the chamb
directly into my brain
sparing five others for the cows

Do you kill for sport?
How do you eat?
unless I'm the buffet

Dine Well

3.5.21
March 5, 2021 at 12:26am
March 5, 2021 at 12:26am
#1005841
Late
         Spring
                    I
had to wait
then showers          late
would abate
now sun          now, now
no horse, no plow

Early Summer was good
I did what I could
to help you rise
         I surmise
You already had
your burial          unceremonious
Perhaps, the season cried
I
   Fall
           Soon


2.27.21
March 5, 2021 at 12:18am
March 5, 2021 at 12:18am
#1005840
One kernel down the gullet morphed me

one grain of truth
not the serum to cure
but seal me from the world still burning
rejecting
can’t see you, or feel you
with that growth in my gut

I could stare at a setting sun like a dull wall

spirits having flown into the hardened ground
an earlier burial
let me live
should I suffer who would mind
not me

my grave was long ago dug
let me just sing above it and not below
another night


2.26.21

We're all gonna die...why can't I live?
Cures for depression not the right fit...but what's another pill down?
March 5, 2021 at 12:14am
March 5, 2021 at 12:14am
#1005839
Soon Ancient

Notes to myself
Remembered --
Written
And unread
         Soon Ancient
Pieces of my mind
Scraps scrawled --
Ink and graphite
Barely discernible

Less understood

Eroding by oceans
         Soon Ancient
Serendipitously revealed
To the groggy head
Draining blood
From an organ to stain memory
In the ever present

Soon ancient

3.1.21
March 5, 2021 at 12:11am
March 5, 2021 at 12:11am
#1005838
Another Day

A heart regulated by sound spun
Beneath a needle plying vinyl
         Skating through grooves
Vibrated life into near-dead flesh

The narrow red railways soft
Beneath a hammer hovering glass
                   Sailed through waves
Splashing life into near-dead flesh

The wide blue byways crush
Beneath a body plying cotton
         Still through night
Praying life into near-dead flesh

The hollow black nothingness thin
As a vapor before sunrise
                   Revealed
Just another day to replay

3.2.21
February 28, 2021 at 2:28pm
February 28, 2021 at 2:28pm
#1005479
(With no cobbler)
a broken heel like a heart
I'll never walk again

Keys
depressing
mark time --
moments streaming within the spectrum of color
bleed out without refreshing rainfall or nourishment
for soul capture
by rhythm and harmony                    fading
playing slower
my waltz                     alone
spinning through
a lifetime of images
damning these eyes to materialize --
harden the stiff heart
a piteous organ                     burning
all its fuel too fast for refuel
to catch up with                     you

stall




2.25.21
RW 2.28.21
February 15, 2021 at 12:23am
February 15, 2021 at 12:23am
#1004508
random words i'll never reassemble
a jumble
a logjam
in a river going asea
(yet nowhere)
before calamity
the falls
rushing, roaring
reminding me
before another
precipitous water cliff
consumes
another eternity
(in my mind)
with each collapsing moment
my beleaguered head drawn
drowning
to a puzzled image
in the mirror
becoming aware of me
wading back to shore
to dry on sand
sprawling out
before night claims
my thoughts again


1.16.21
February 15, 2021 at 12:18am
February 15, 2021 at 12:18am
#1004507
made for glass
time scribbled flecks on my face
rubbed out charcoal smudges remain
in creases straying
to the corners chased
on yellowing paper skin
the medium changed
hiding words between the blue lines
incapable of even, straightness
a sun washes out reflectiontoo dull to reappear
to remind
the seasons it took for expressions
to sag
slow reckoning i suppose
how i got here to wonder why
or when im leaving
to see duller surfaces
turn my head away


1.20.21
rev. 2.14.21
February 8, 2021 at 8:39am
February 8, 2021 at 8:39am
#1003963
Merit Badge in Shadows and Light [Click For More Info] Hi Brian, Congratulations for winning 3rd Place in [Link To Item #shadows] with your fantastic poem, [Link to Book Entry #1003963]. Rachel

the burdensome place

how a stone survives
beneath rock --
heavy obstacles don't crush,
but pin me down,
locked in
beneath the true surface.

even though I'm above ground,
I feel nothing in the black piling --
my words encased,
so small,
with the little visitors I could love
who crawl and rest atop
my hardened surface.

their entrails atop my soul
mark my essence --
within a dead place, and beauty,
until someone
lifts the cumbersome weight
to find me and toss me
to the ocean of dreams,
a place I have been.

if one would take time to note,
I've been there before --
don't toss me.
hold me. feel
my smooth surface. soothe
your own soul with me.


27 lines freeverse
2.8.21
edited 3.4.21



about not acknowledging experience as true beauty and burdening us to lay in the mud until some unforseen cirmcumstance can free us once more...obvious that the piling is designed to keep us in our place.
February 8, 2021 at 8:12am
February 8, 2021 at 8:12am
#1003961
questions designed
collect pieces of your soul
to reconstruct the main
and pick apart the weaknesses
questions so innocently framed
capture the essence of you
to reflect back on consumers
of your pale flesh

we cozy to dreams
embracing the very heart
of fools who want to be loved
by demons who bedevil
the waking hours spent
remembering how your core
was a tumbler picked
an empty safe gemless


2.8.21

be careful what you share of yourself. your love is good, not the details of how a fire fuels a spirit robbed of dreams.
February 8, 2021 at 7:58am
February 8, 2021 at 7:58am
#1003959
stop
etching in the frost
visions in words
waking in the gleaming glass --
thawing soon to reveal
rolling drops
captured and absorbed
to warp a wooden frame

eternal sunrises glaring
rediscover similar seasonal views
and others
striking the windows for escape
hands bleeding ignorantly
not trained to lift
the encasements,
frustrated by evaporating dreams


2.8.21
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February 8, 2021 at 7:43am
February 8, 2021 at 7:43am
#1003958
you don't whisper to me anymore --
voice soft,
words collecting on pillows surrounding
my head

you don't hint to me anymore
like the winds
penetrating windows surrounding
my bed

I lingered to listen,
often closed my eyes to dream you;
but time softly
entered the room --

like gray clouds shadowing
dry, pale skin longing
wet kisses of your youth
to refill this container

bound for an oven.
will my teeth rattle
in the shaken urn?
will peace come on some mantel?


1.20.21
revised 2.8.21

even if i contain you in stanzas, you escape to join fleeting words added in other gatherings.(about structure never performing perfectly)

6.20.21 edit (Is it? About that?)
February 3, 2021 at 8:52am
February 3, 2021 at 8:52am
#1003547
Nothing Journey

Stab the pale to pierce the dark heart
         purge putrid blood befouling a blade of purpose

left to rest in the slumped hump
now guarding an entrance
         that all others be forewarned

about aim
in these journeys into nothing

about how no thing became nothing.

1.29.21
February 3, 2021 at 8:49am
February 3, 2021 at 8:49am
#1003545
more messages collecting...spinning...antithetical

I don't want to be informed by you

I know enough
but not enough to listen to the sounds between us
where we could unify if
the right frequency found

but who could know what I mean?

1.29.21

How long can I chase the setting sun on the equatorial highway
before I tire to regret
roses never witnessed in bloom (cliche?),
the stillness magnetism affords
as I lie
on the spinning dirt gem.

1.29.21

edited 6.20.21
February 3, 2021 at 8:45am
February 3, 2021 at 8:45am
#1003544
tiny messages
accumulating
brilliant wonder from above...

crisp, white
melts into a sour head...

lightening
for a jar repurposed...

all contained
comes to life...

the lid
lost long ago...

filled hope
dreams escaping...


1.29.21
added 2.3.21
6.20.21 edited
2.6.22 edited

added ellipses like snowflakes to heighten messages of snow in disjointed messages, though not really clear what this is about, still reaching for something to make it pointed, cohesive?

I could move the text about the page to envision snowfall, but only if I see purpose for this piece.

More focused on 2.6.22 edit, the notion that snowflakes from the sky brighten promise, return us to childhood to realize previous hope and dreams in an instant, though fleeting; perhaps a serendipitous signal we can take for renewal or eventually treat like a cruel reminder we cannot complete our earlier visions...but at least be in the moment for once, remember, reminisce, before that sliding door, too, shuts. Maybe, one day, opens again?
February 3, 2021 at 8:41am
February 3, 2021 at 8:41am
#1003543
The Howling

You forgot you were hungry
since all the caressing --
         yellow freedom re-envisioned
beneath the window,
ground anchored,
before clouds interfere
and the howling from within returns.

Inevitable night awakening,
renewal becomes hard, as
a portion lives longer than the other.

1.29.21
added 2.3.21
6.20.21 edit

who knows what the hell this is. Changed a bit from original.
December 22, 2020 at 6:56am
December 22, 2020 at 6:56am
#1000657
I started to roll
over dirt —
spun, veered,
not on accurate course,
but true,
renegotiated
by a rock or two, when

horizontally flung
in direction seemingly true,
slowing near destiny,
then
seized, clutched.
stuck again
with lynch pin,
a threat to explode?
merely tart pineapple
than perceived, destructive device,
you label,
claim fear that none
should near.

I idle on sacred surface,
dreams breaking at core,
now mud-embedded
on dirt floor, captive
hostage, monster.

no goal, no aim
on a flat, dead plain, oozing
beautiful, sour discomfort
restrained, but
not without a voice
direct to clouds
descending soothing rain.

my aim — survival,
a game I win
as you refrain, realize
the true monster
felt no mercy in ignorant apathy,
acts my savior
if only promise remain detained,
don’t careen
off desert walls,
disturb any or all
with perceptive perseverance.

I’m not ordinary,
neurotypical Neanderthal.
I’ll take your locks.
go hide before
I break, escape as a
reckless rock,
roll again over your
flat, dry terrain.


12.22.20
6.16.22, Revised with addition, edit, formatting
from a period when I clearly stopped caring, as I’m prone to do time to time,
before reigniting, looking back at lessons learned about giving up — don’t.
October 22, 2020 at 2:42pm
October 22, 2020 at 2:42pm
#996487

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