Youth was just a lone brushstroke
Foolishly I thought it would forever glow...
the same best friend forever
the same candy store from heaven
the same field of flowers gold...
but youth never really had a chance.
It was dragged from the warm tide pool
into the deep blue end.
So many wasted moments
swinging from social anxiety tree
lonely bee looking for the flower
amidst a decade and a half of cold concrete...
The best friend died of liver disease
the heavenly candy store is gone
eaten by a horde of attorneys
the wildflower field plowed under
by rows of broken homes.
One brushstroke on the canvas of eternity.
The joke had always been on me.
Categories:
brushstroke, youth,
Form: Free verse
Dreams of a past that is gone,
dreams of a present that flashes out.
Dreams of a future that we try to model.
Rememberings flowing
across our brain.
Steps we make day by day.
A castle in the sky we want to build.
Meanwhile, we dream about memories
and we plant sees everyday.
We wait to pick them up one day.
Sometimes we have to throw
the most of the harvest,
but we keep the best one.
The one it really matters to be remembered
to take the present for a walk
and to give
a new brushstroke
to start another painting.
Categories:
brushstroke, blessing, future, imagination, passion,
Form: Free verse
Well girl if you would agree to be my love,
The world I would build to fit like a glove,
Somewhere kings and Queens would bow before us,
You are every sacred symbol to strong for meaning,
every prayer, every wish
to keep us dreaming,
Someone to believe in,
And every reason keep on breathing
You have strength from the gods of Greece,
A soul so powerful even the devil chose peace,
Your beauty is beyond the brushstroke and every poem the poet ever wrote,
A soul with a sound so sweet
found between every note and every beat,
You are every letter of love,
every change in the weather above,
you are the one I'm thinking of,
I'll spread word in the night,
that you are coming like heaven's light,
I'll be dead one day but if I can walk with you that'll be alright,
Let me steal your heart and the moment begin,
I'd die in the dark just to feel your skin on my skin,
I'll fly from the start if you'd be my wings,
Categories:
brushstroke, emotions, feelings, inspirational love,
Form: Rhyme
great mind over matter to set brainy bedlam
in an organized queue
so while attention of your
might be moderately rapt, this rue
stirring, hen pecked spouse
best stop digitally squawking sew
the ethereal essence can beak comb
brought to cypher awareness too
and in a figurative nutshell,
when doth a scrivener know when to quit
or tubby pointed rhetorical question -
at what juncture does any artisan
more prolific than yours truly
reckon that his/her faux masterpiece
can no longer be perfected?,
cuz further rit
dick kuel us tampering, potche ing, footsing,
would induce dedicated followers of mine
to undergo severe urge to wanna spit
or throw FAKE nipples,
subsequently they would feel tit
till late head, find this schlemiel
to end this plotz to whit!
FINIS.
Categories:
brushstroke, adventure, art, character, dedication,
Form: Free verse
You make me
anticipate pleasure;
while you glide
across the floor.
I observe your
elegant contours,
your elbows,
and more…
Your pale eyelids,
marked eyelashes
like a skilful ink stroke.
You glance in my direction-
I return a smile.
Categories:
brushstroke, love,
Form: Free verse