Category: Poetry

Last night

the past came knocking

looking for a fight.

I ran to the door

& threw on the light;

should’ve kept it closed

in my hindsight.

But it’s alright.

Fists tight;

tried to greet it warmly

nice & polite.

Shot to the heart

it was on sight;

hit after hit

all full of spite

a firefight

Block right

offered recompense

it wants requite

old pain it begins

to recite

memories unchained

start to ignite

Love’s blight.

Uptight.

Finally had enough

so I backbite

dodging sentiments

like a bullfight

warring with myself

through the whole night.

Here comes dawn’s light.

sorrow filled

& carefree

paradoxical tragedy

heavy heart

on light feet

warm body

with cold sheets

my love is served

bare, neat

burns their throat

causing retreat

my hips stay frozen

with wasted heat

no missionary drives

in the back seat

starving for 4 am

all you can eat

softness, hardened

by romantic defeat

cursing the same goddess

I later entreat

feeling like I’m finished

yet so

incomplete

I want a

leave a trace

kind of love.

Know my place

kind of love.

Share toothpaste

kind of love.

Miss your face

kind of love.

Not commonplace

kind of love.

Transcend

time & space

kind of love.

Italics

AND boldface

kind of love.

Any time

any place

kind of love.

Soften my headspace

kind of love.

Our Souls interlace

kind of love.

Yearn to embrace

kind of love.

Fuck by the fireplace

kind of love.

Always need a taste

kind of love.

No armor left

to unlace

kind of love.

No time to waste,

find me,

Love

I visit places

Where memories of you

still echo

Where I can still smell you

in the air

Places where

I think

If I try hard enough

I can will you

back into my existence

With enough

Meditation

With enough

Aggravation

With enough

Jedi training

With enough

Complaining

I could actually

Make

You

Cum . . . Ummmmm?

Come

Oops!

Freudian slip.

Although . . .

I do miss the tip

And the feeling on my lips

And your weight

Against my hips

It’s hard not to get

Carried away

Because all I want is

For you to stay

And for you to play

With me

I watch the

dying

dandelion

dancing

on my dash.

It shimmies

slowly

sideways

in the sunlight.

One

picked

particularly for me

when

we

were

parading

playfully

down the path.

Sidestepping

soiled

spots

in the streets.

Subtly dropping

helpful

hints

with hidden

insinuations.

Day

by

day

increasingly

I am

interrupted

with a desire

for a

delightful

dalliance.

I think

longingly

of a lover’s

laughter.

Subtle

seductive

suggestions

they send

with their sight.

Their tender

ticklish

touch

softly

seeking

sanctuary

in my skin.

Whispered

warnings

of pleasure

persuade me

to permit

a little

friendly

fornication.

Erratic

edging

endeavors

to eventual

elation.

Eternally

existing

liminally

locked

between

love

and

lust.

Our

organized

effort

that pushes me

over the edge.

Oh!

Remember, remember

the 4th of December

a spark from a cinder

no longer an ember

the 3 headed beast

we’ve begun to dismember

shell casing’s cry out:

This is your last Timber!

Death value by dollar

an American splendor

Health Corporations

BIG Government spender

Now here comes

a Heroic contender

America’s own

Life Policy Ender

Bonafide Star Spangled

Healthcare Member

Class solidarity

has started to render

our two party system

democratic pretender

the evidence applied

monopoly tender

“his” manifesto

“self” surrender

on the lam

golden arches

one last bender

Employee of the Month

calls apprehenders

deep dive rabbit hole

conspiracy descender

sacred geometry

a real mind bender

Our Lady Justice

we have to defend Her

Her certified applicants

have begun to offend Her

Her courtroom is now

Capitalism’s vendor

it’s biggest defender

morality manipulators

condescend Her

cries of Revolution

those shots engender

Have them call

their pre-approved

Mercy lender.

A measure

of enlightenment

is one’s ability

to surrender

But .   .   .

I’m a mother fuckin

serial upender

An adversity attender

A Shadow Self contender

because I enjoy the fight.

And

it’s

probably not right.

And though

it might not

be correct

it’s what

gets me wet

gets my Soul erect

I am the architect

of my own destruction.

I believe

that

is my function

in every

-ship

I’m in.

It feels like a sin

to

find pleasure

in the tear down

or appreciate

the meltdown

or revel

in the breakdown

of one’s own illusions

casting off the delusions

I don’t mind the confusion

because it kinda gets me off.

No ideas of grandure

I’m just the hand they’re

holding onto at the time

I may

be selfish

because I wish

it was always mine

that honor is divine

sends tingles

up my spine

watching people

redesign

their lives

to be free.

And no

it’s not just me

there are legions of us

waiting

gesticulating

anticipating

the moment you awaken

when you’re no longer shaken

and can stand your ground

when that piece [peace]

you’re looking for

is finally found

underneath

all that rubble.

That’s the trouble

with enlightenment,

it doesn’t feel heaven sent,

if you’re doing it right.

Today

I am crying

I am lying 

on the floor

Today

I am releasing

they can’t hurt me anymore

Today

I am trying

to remember how to breathe

Today

I am meditating and praying

on my knees

Today

I will soften

and not allow my heart to close

Today

I will lay out my pain

in tidy little rows

Today

I will sort out

many of my issues

But for now

I’m just crying rivers

and I’m all out of tissues

I’ve never been

quite rapperly

but I kinda flow

poetically

and I do so kinda

naturally

my tongue just skips

so happily

but my mind feels so

berserk lately

i had to sit

& write for me

introspection immediately

compartmentalize

the things I see

dissociate

from what I’ve seen

the real life horrors

that make me scream

begging nightmares

turn back to dreams

begging unawares

to view the scenes

to hear the screams

TO

HEAR

THE

SCREAMS

and the pleas

AND THE PLEASE

sacred

fucking

soliloquies

wailed at vapid NPCs

pursuing

the American dreams

pursuing

BIG MONEY schemes

Colonialism

Capitalism

EARTH MOTHER cut deep

aggressive incision

EARTH MOTHER’S own children

lost in division

paralyzed [in]decision

major hyperfocus

co-opted attention

many of her SOUL-ders

now stuck in detention

wars major players

all vote in absention

EARTH MOTHER’S own children

food forced absention

political theatrics

a worldwide convention

political collusions

too heinous to mention

1 2 3 4

self immolations

all leading up

to a mass starvation

dread feeling heavy

in existential

every fucking breath

feels monumental

conversations flowing

in all tangentials

brain over analytics

crave instrumentals

grounding down my body

so I don’t go mental

manic

mindful

moments

feel transcendental

yet I feel

so mental

i FEEL

so mental

Don’t know

what I just said

Don’t know

what I just read

or when I last fed

or how many are dead

there’s

so

many

dead.

i only see red.

it’s the blood

on their hands

our sweat

pays for their plans

they chase oil sands

ignore our demands

shake back door hands

and Stan foreign lands

An Earth Mother offers babes

the meat from her hand

All Earth Mothers sacrifice

it’s not meant

to trivialize

you need to

unveil your eyes

stop sending

our babes

to die

stop sending

bombs to fly

stop forcing

the rivers dry

all the trauma

causes apathy

the drama

and celebrity

behind the curtain

we’ve all seen

your silence

NOW

is too obscene.

time

to drag out

the guillotine

time

to lick

the whole plate clean.

I’m feeling

Revolution-y

None of us

are free

until

all of us

are

FREE.

My Love

goes unrequited

can no longer fight it

seem to always invite it.

I’m true love’s

denier

I’m the seeker

the hider

the driver

the die or rider.

I’m Love’s outsider

its observer

its silver platter server

its quiet unnerver

dedicated to serve Her,

Love.

Romantic

to the nth.

A lifetime well spent

a maddening descent

universal recompense;

Love.

Keeps me afloat

grips me

by the throat

a Lovers deep stroke

soft moans emote

tears oft evoked;

Love.

a Love bespoke and

a Love pre-broken

a Love not chosen

a Love unknown and

a Love full grown and

a Love trauma sown.

deep felt

when I’m alone

too raw

to be shown

an undercurrent in tome;

Love.

An action,

deep

muscle

spastic,

feels cardiac attack-ish;

Love.

Erratic,

Evading

all logic,

tum-tum

butterfly sick;

Love.

Hand holds nostalgic;

Love.

enraptured,

literary haphazard

sentiment uncaptured.

, Love.