Details |
Michal Czechak Poem
When I'm pining for the power to yield
Breaking all the branches I seize
Acres for the taking in a forest of mistakes
I can't see for the trees
I level
With the shallow playing field
Dreaming up a blueprint to floor you
Delicately drafting
Inconspicuously crafting
The grand facade before you
Where my art lies
The best is underwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I promised I woul...
So I'm peeking past the pitch of my prime
Modeling the modern stage
Perforating patience with a paradox
In place of where the sophist meets the sage
I level
With the hallowed bottom line
Hopeful like the point of a nail
Architecture fractures
In apocalyptic rapture
Where false frameworks prevail
There my heart lies
The beat is overwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I swore I could
I guess I'm knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Excess
Will not lead to progress
Will not let me access
What I learned I should
Rid me of
Termites
Crawling into airtight
Trademarks of my disguise
Make me decide I'm good
When I'm just knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
© Michal Czechak 2016
Copyright © Michal Czechak | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Michal Czechak Poem
Distracted
Restlessly inactive
Desperate for the formula for joy
Attracted
Recklessly reactive
Rescued from the silence of the void
(Hearing everything)
Over the frozen ground
You walk on by
I explode
Without so much as a sound
But then you're near!
Trembling like the earth
Inside
The ice that disappears
Blown softly open
By degrees
As slight as deep
Morning tundra yawns
Its filthy whine
Disturbing the soil of years
A product of my environment
Skeptical and wired
More than a little irrelevant
Always so tired
Of tragedies already written
Of competition for roles
To survive, win or lose,
To pay the price for repetition
I vow to leave this spectacle behind
But then you're here!
Trembling like the trees
Outside
Your buzzing, breathless fear
Blown softly over
By a breeze
As light as sleep
Budding blossoms weep
Their minted sighs
Releasing the doubt alive in me
(Please)
Baby come for me
Let me know your zeal
Let me know your greed
Let me know you're real
Even if you may not love me
Baby come for me
(Born of the urge
To devour what is beautiful
Favor the nectar of a queen
Torn by the surge
To divide the irreducible
Savor the subtle taste of spring)
Hearing everything
Over the fertile ground
You walk on by
I explo-
© Michal Czechak 2010-2016
Copyright © Michal Czechak | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Michal Czechak Poem
Knowing weakness is my only strength
Plots may quicken
Holes may show
Sowing weakness is my only strength
Plots may thicken
Souls may grow
Knowing weakness is my only strength
Copyright © Michal Czechak | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Michal Czechak Poem
Appetites belie intelligence
Heat the quantum furnace
Furious bellows endure the excitement
Behold...!
Can you not hear the rumble brewing?
Butchers trained
To spin the looms
Tailors primed
To know a good cut when they see one
Everybody washes their hands
We have a guest!
Creator?
How are you this fine evening?
--
Denizens imbibe libations
Chase the dreams of spirits
Curious followers beckon the light
Beware...!
Can you not see the trouble stewing?
Mountains flow
As rivers rise
Locks engage
As arms are taken up to demand of God:
Let us know what you know!
We have our liberty!
But, Creator?
When will our time come?
--
Is there nothing?
I think not
Is there something?
If so...
Be gone, thief!
Blinded by entropy's darkening gaze
Atrophied by the folly of wealth
Staking a claim on the horrors of Nature
As-yet-unprocessed
Cycled
And spent
Creator?
Are you there?
We pray that you order our chaos!
But if we know what we know
What is there left to say?
© Michal Czechak 2016
Copyright © Michal Czechak | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Michal Czechak Poem
I. Metaphor
All things now: sound like,
Look like, feel like - seem to be;
But, like, what, like, is?
II. Structure
Temptation Tower;
Ground Zero for Sin and Death -
Hope lies in the Ash.
III. Story
Once Upon a Time,
We were Happily Ever
After - 'til The End.
© Michal Czechak 2007 - 2016
Copyright © Michal Czechak | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Michal Czechak Poem
What do I wanna do?
Hmm c'mere
Come here
Let me whisper in your ear
Watch your back
I'm eyeing you closely
Holiest of holies
Coveting more
When I'm ready
Predatory
Consensual lust
Starts to bore
Inside
How does it feel,
Lavender?
I know you're carrion
A peasant dolor
When love is just a pheromone
The more that you hide
The more I'll be Your Daddy
You can be My Bad Little Girl
Screaming
"__! __!"
All I'm hearing is
"__! __!"
Close enough to taste
If it looks good
Smells good
Feels good
I think we should be
Choosing a safe word
Before we get out of control
I'm a pauper
In the bed of a princess
Wanting to witness
What I can't afford
Bleating
Like an animal
Impaled
In a furnace
It won't stop
Until the last drop
Because she can't get off
Unless she's rocking back and forth
Screaming
"__! __!"
All I'm hearing is
"__! __!"
Close enough to taste
If it looks good
Smells good
Feels good
I think we should be
Losing the safe word
Pretending that I didn't know
That you didn't know
That I didn't know
Money makes you turn around
Money makes you leave the ground
Money makes a merry-go-round
Money makes you go up and dow-
Ow
© Michal Czechak 2010 - 2016
Copyright © Michal Czechak | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Michal Czechak Poem
[Author's Note: These are song lyrics.]
Thinkin' of breakin'
A habit or two
Thinkin' about bein' better for you
Thinkin' of great things
Instant and true
But thinkin's about all I know how to do
When I'm so new at this
Growin' old
When nothin's for certain
Nothin's too bold
If I change my body
Will it change my mind?
If I'm kind to Fortune
Will She be, in kind?
Hopin' for money
Time so it pays
Hopin' to start realignin' my ways
Hopin' for patrons
I can amaze
But hopin's about all I'm doin' these days
While I'm so new at this
Growin' old
When nothin's for certain
Nothin's too bold
To change my body
I must change my mind
If I'm kind to Fortune
She must be, in kind!
Talkin' to people
Talkin' so slow
Talkin' to hide what I don't wanna know
Talkin' so high
It's makin' me low
But talkin's a sign that there's nowhere to go
'Cause I'm still new
And it's gettin' old
When nothin's forever
Nothin's foretold
'Cause if I lose my body
And I lose my mind
Then I'm tied to Fortune
And she ain't too kind
© Michal Czechak 2016
Copyright © Michal Czechak | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Michal Czechak Poem
They are not meat drapes;
They are a meat tapestry -
Sometimes more is less.
© Michal Czechak 2016
Copyright © Michal Czechak | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Michal Czechak Poem
My love is like ice
In the palm of your hand
I puddle
Release to preserve
Endure to exhaust
My lust is like fire
At the back of your hand
I singe
Release to preserve
Endure to exhaust
© Michal Czechak 2011 - 2016
Copyright © Michal Czechak | Year Posted 2016
|