As Autumn idles
A laziness caresses the moon
Resting on a soft cloud bed
Her shadow taunting the night
In a nocturnal game of hide and seek
A soft aroma rises
From freshly trodden leaf beds
A chatter of empty branches
Counts a metronomic rhythm
A feathered dance troupe performs
Taking a final bow
Beckoned by a distant sun
Urged on by a chill wind
Take flight my children
Heed well the scents of nature
Follow the wisdom of your soul
Categories:
idles, seasons,
Form: Free verse
Tap, rack, bang
It's too late
The gun jammed
Wait
Take my aim
Breathe out flames
You are damned
Prey
You're no mate
You're a saint
Use your hands
Pray
I am fake
You create
For your sake
Categories:
idles, art, creation,
Form: Rhyme
She struggles with a pen
She is castrated man
Your manic, damned nightmare
She's a dickless sychophant
Overgeneralize
You've fallen for a lie
You're so hopelessly blind
She wields you as a knife
She will cut herself open
She will make you stay, watch it
She will do it again
As long as you're her man
You are not her boyfriend
You are not her husband
She is not your savior
Save your prayers later
You will cut yourself open
But she will not stay, watch it
Categories:
idles, art, black love, creation,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes I've got to ask-
And can't help but exhort aloud
Am I haunted, Rask?
In this aging house
Where my granny passed
Grandpa died in this room
Marks were left of you
It's about time that I moved
We have a little boy
And a little girl
Or am I paranoid?
My bones ache just to stir
My niece,
My friend,
And I
In my bedroom
My niece,
My friend,
And I
Taking pictures
My niece,
My friend,
And I
I feared a ghost
That I
could see,
Clear as the day
We went to hide
It followed us,
Shiver, resile
I saw that girl beside
My niece, my friend
Don't be afraid
I'm terrified
Categories:
idles, grief, growing up, health,
Form: Free verse
They were haunting me
And now they want to be
Engraved
In stone
Somewhere
But hardly will I share
What they made me
We aren't as open as they think
We are closed books
The writer waits for me
Life is better when
Those voices that you keep
Sing in harmony
Together, company
And if you want to be like them
Look like the innocent flower,
but be the serpent underneath
You whore,
Georgia
You were everything that I could eat
But you never nourished me
I ing starved
I ing starved
I crashed my car
I ing starved
You ing coward
Now I weep
For others will say the same of me
Categories:
idles, health,
Form: Free verse