Torchlight burns low
Currents spark inside my chest
Shadows light the dark
In my dream, a welcome sight
You come to see me overnight
We cuddle up, you're on my lap
But not to rest or take a nap
I smell your Baccarat perfume
A scent that sends me to the moon
What Happens Next, Always, Bluebird
A whispered kiss that's barely heard
Perceived, a graze, I barely touch
My lips to yours, not obvious
Just close enough, the juices flow
A pulsing current starts to grow
Don't rush now, patience, let it build
A slow burn leads to being thrilled
Let's take our time, it's not a race
Allow me to control the pace
they sit him down like a tired old man
in that throne of leather and iron—
old sparky, they called it,
like it was some friendly dog.
they strap the wrists, ankles, chest,
tight enough to stop god himself—
one last insult to liberty.
the sponge is wet, because dry
means fire, and lawsuits.
the mask goes on—black as every sin,
but it’s the switch they love.
fingers twitch, a nod from a judge
who’s eaten too much for lunch.
then—crack.
a snap of light no eye can see.
his body lifts like a puppet on strings
jerks, clenches, convulses,
the legs slam the frame,
his tongue thick in his mouth.
smoke rises from scalp and thigh—
a scent like roast beef
and shame.
they wait.
they juice him again.
and again,
until he stops pretending to be alive,
smoke wafts from every orfice in her body.
In summer's heat, where vibrant blossoms sway,
A storm awakens, darkened clouds align,
The thunder whispers secrets of the day,
While lightning's flash reveals the past's design.
Beneath the tempest's wrath, my heart takes flight,
To memories concealed in shadow's veil,
Each droplet falls, a tear of lost delight,
As winds recall the tales of love's travail.
These fleeting moments dance on raindrop's breath,
With every gust, the echoes rise amiss,
A torrent born from joy, now tangled with death,
In summer storms, I find what I can't miss.
Yet in the chaos, beauty's grace remains,
In every storm, the heart both breaks and gains.
I remember brushing my hair in the dark
hearing the electricity zap
my twin and I used to touch the air, getting shocked
laughing about it
this was enormously fun when we were ten
We don’t see how it gives us power
Like an air
Can’t see it
But we feel it
It is like Eternal God
Gives its power
Power for electricity
Gives us light
Eternal God gives us light
Light of Understanding
Why the outcome is like that
Answer can be right or wrong
We choose our path
Path is our decision
Poetry Form: Sonnet
Date Written May 25, 2025
Time Written 8:35pm PST
easy-going eccentric electric Eddie Edward
eagerly evolved, earnestly earning earthy eclectic
elixirs, executing exaggerated embellishments,
emotionalizing enchanting encyclopedic endorsements,
epitomizing enlightened entanglements, enticing envious emotions.
The Simple Unit of Electric Currents
The simple unit of
electric currents gets made fun of,
excluded, for not
explaining what he means in
more detail.
My first recollection of life was "Hey Jude" on the car radio
I thought that was the coolest thing I'd ever heard
But at three years of age how much living have you really done
And from experiences what have I learned?
Looking through electric blue
Then I was ushered through The Seventies
Outside a world in turmoil, inside me a battle raged
As this introvert digested all that he's seen and heard
And at decade's end was coming of age
Still looking through electric blue
So came The Eighties and poser's dues were due
This dilettante joined an air band every Saturday night
Loved'em and left'em
Does that light have to be so bright?
Still looking through electric blue
Through the Nineties and as the Millennium approached
things seemed out of place
Kids seeing things through a kaleidoscope
A change of guard I suppose but I don't leave my post
willingly, but I do leave a legacy in my poem tome
Still looking through electric blue
I forgot to mention the most important event
And before I close it must be said
That even though one day I will die
I will not be dead
Now looking (with a new perspective) though electric blue
the mystery of whether or not
my puppy can chew through an electric cord
was answered this morning
I will give you an emphatic yes
he poked his snout into a Christmas box
and chewed the ends off of all of the lights
I feel validated now
in my insistence on hiding all cords
fearing he could do this
This is my haiku
It's about Electric blue
borrowed, old and new
Do you look through blue?
What excites your horizon?
Do you have a clue?
Electric blue eyes
(Of which I have two of, love)
Sometimes see grey skies
Blue green gray segue
Still looking through electric
Blue, blows you away
Electric blue eyes
What I look through to see you
See you in disguise
Motivated by jealousy
she spitful undermined
my intentions
far to much to
mention: intruding
on my happiness
making it harder for
me to be
the person I wanted to be
as stoic as it seems
I'm lacking happiness
lacking valor rantings
it's more like constant chantings
in a relationship
I'm pushed to the side
interferance with my advances
in awe taking second glances
I couldn't beleive what I
saw
the odd one out
just tagging along
I know the melody
but they won't let
me sing my song
feeling excluded
moping around
sorta like ah
big silly clown
get it back together
and mosey along
fix what broken
right that whats wrong
The Baritone;" We don't need know skoo bee doo de woops, we gonna do ooh-ah ooh we"
scram Mister let me sang with your Songstress, I'll show you it's
sopposse to be!"
"the smell of dance clubs and dancehalls got me reelin"
I'm reelin
and I'm dealing
with a newly felt feeling
make ah melody
make ah melody
aint nothing specail
about what I'm feeling
make ah melody!
ooh-ah ooh:ooh
ooh ooh
ooh!
When the lights flicker,
And the silence can remember
That haunting storm,
who came in September.
When the dark stills the night,
And rain dims the fires,
Burning through a soul who knows
Feelings stirred by desires.
When the gentle of a smile,
Floating soft on the linemen’s face,
Sent to bless away the fears,
Stirring hearts to seek God’s grace.
When all is said and done,
And the lineman’s race is run,
We can say that love has won,
Because his kindness shines like the sun…
And, yes, oh yes, with purpose and drive,
He places a sparkle in so many eyes,
Those who know, we really will survive,
Because, in time, we know these guys…
Linemen, who bring the lights to life,
Linemen, who still the fears who abide,
Linemen, who take away the darkest strife,
Linemen, who just take it all in stride…
I’m so thankful to God above,
For the glory of such sweet love,
For these days, I’ll make the most of,
Because, these linemen, I’m so in awe of!
Beneath the stars, where galaxies align,
A pathway hums with vibrant, pulsing light,
The echoes call, as if the night's design.
Where cosmic winds weave tales of fire and flight,
The avenues of wonder stretch and twist,
A tapestry of dreams that sparks the night.
With every step, the shadows gently kissed,
Electric whispers surge through veins of air,
Each heartbeat dances, caught in blissful mist.
Neon constellations twinkle, bold and rare,
As comets kiss the pavement with a glow,
And time, suspended, hangs without a care.
In vivid strokes, the universe will show
A harmony of colors painted wide,
Where hopes and fears converge and ebb and flow.
The heartbeat of the cosmos as our guide,
Through Electric Avenue, we make our stand,
An astral journey never to deride.
In every pulse, the threads of fate are planned,
With every turn, the infinite unfolds,
A beacon bright, a bridge to all that's grand.
So walk this path where mysteries are told,
And feel the charge that lights our deepest dreams,
In cosmic realms, our stories yet untold.
Through vivid nights, we sip on starlit streams,
On Electric Avenue, the cosmos gleams.
Soft dreamy rainfall,
prelude to crackling thunder;
Tempestuous sky;
Attracted to heat
boorish Storm bothers the Sun,
electric novice;
Going back and forth
argumentative nature,
hail will never cease;
Camouflage of drops
design an unskilled picture;
Diamonds in a pond;
The water collects flooding,
a new world waits to unfold.
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