So like a puzzle, poorly jigsawed, with edges that never meet.
Shredded, sliced, and torn; and much too small to be folded or broken.
Wee bits of paper, wafting in the air, and falling to the street,
As the throng below shout the words which once a year are spoken.
In pastel tints are these minced papers, that float on gusts of air,
But now they pause in anticipation as midnight's hour comes near,
Then sail to earth like windsurfers, to signal this night without care.
Now is a time for choice and direction, as they hail in the New Year.
Categories:
jigsawed, january, new year,
Form: Rhyme
Its the breathing of relax ! which mingle mixes beneath the roof of tamping rain drops, beyond the road salt stained glass, i know ! Its cold, of passing wheels, at early o'clock and the spitting, in crimson, spiralling, crackling music of the metamorphosis into charcoal of long past,chopped very dry logs; early o'clock cloaks me in the revolving whir of the fridge, i cannot hear the spiders feet! although he has eight scurrying in the scullery, or the plop of the tea bag and the bubbling of hot, dropping swilling and brown.
It is the gentle of Bozz and Betti snoring and my goose bumped arms scaffolding a heavy head and drooping eye lids, ah,comfort arrives in many clothes sizes and times.
But, this comfort slips from key white to key black, the dripping morning of disappointed tunes and stamping feet, blurs under the flap of the breezing yawn of letterbox joy, just a jumble of jigsawed letters missing from an eternal alphabet, i am not liking this day, to evening and death.
Categories:
jigsawed, dream,
Form: Prose
It dropped again
that night that you kissed him
or was it her
too wrapped in emotion, I was
to even be sure
the moments were far
the memories few
the air apparently
a darker shade of blue
inner thought's inhibition
party til dawn
leaving/living that heartfelt song
it's more painful when it's wrong
pictures paint a fractured feeling
puzzled jigsawed black from right
it's just another night
where the moon bleeds on out
and I'm in, denial,
such is the final
straw strewn about
it all comes and then it goes
from the heart
Categories:
jigsawed, confusion,
Form: Free verse
Had this weak pen those sly Phoenix's powers,
I wouldn't pester Time's much-envied eternities
With blank queries that deaf ages well eschew,
With any other of fate's multi-jigsawed parities.
I would some five hundred ugly monsters kiss,
And with each lip-touch life's bored cares miss.
I would with most fatally feared cannibals play,
And thus remiss spend longevity's primest day.
But that legendary fowl's exaggerated breath
I lack in luck's slow-fading inkwells and quills;
Her survival ruse against death's sinking ploys,
I feign no better than antique anecdoting skills.
Bereft of mystic health plus its fabled might,
I sing and act like one with a rationed height.
Why tire the chained serf's tongue and sinew,
To be outlived by tiniest wings that ever flew?
So let the hour-caged minion to Maidens Nine,
Indite his poesies while life still winks her sign.
Categories:
jigsawed, allegory, art, spiritual,
Form: Didactic
You cannot ever stand me,
I cannot stand you,
You are not like me,
You are everything I need,
You are everything I am not.
Thanks for sweeping my heart away,
Make yours the trash bin,
And keep only mine in there.
Bend it, you can mend it,
Tear it, if you want to keep it
Forever jigsawed.
This feeling is not from the archives.
Categories:
jigsawed, love,
Form: Alexandrine
The battles that I
endure are seemingly
imaginary
to the worlds eye
but when you you
finally see
get a glimpse
a first sight
you would see the
things I battle
when my mind is not
right
How do you explain
that you have
searched to find
refuge
though the places
you have searched
have left you more
lost than before
I have looked
through God, music
and meditation
The answer seems to
be a magical Doctor
with a miracle
medication
I feel as though I
am just waiting to
catch my break
I drop my lives
mirror in
overwhelming
anticipation
for the broken
pieces to appear
So I can attempt at
reconstructing my
jigsawed life
Back to what I
remember
The only fear I have
is as mirror drops
the pieces just
vanish
nothing left
an empty canvass.
Categories:
jigsawed, absence, depression, self,
Form: Free verse
Beautifully woven ~ magically spun
Carefully wondering about the years to come
Awakened fury rises inside my soul of pride
Driven ambitiously by this girls' ride
Seeking in deepened abyss of my heart
Finally found a woman who's smart
Educated & classy ~ this angel drops into my life
To pick up these jigsawed pieces inside me that crave a wife
To be the gentle side of me when I am rough
To be there with me ~ broken and lonely when life gets too tough
To make me see the tender pieces of a woman
(The difference from just taking her to the can)
The sensitive side of her body I shall cherish
Something that started simply from a wish
The seductive spell of a body exactly like mine
Same sex with this woman ~ finally time
Categories:
jigsawed, beautiful, devotion, girlfriend, love,
Form: Rhyme
Everything dissolving into nothing these, deflecting sounds
Paradigms drowning within the still waters pouring from my sight
This exoriating moment of fantasias abstract layers while as
Cliometrics calculations gather their codex truths; crossing the southern sky....
Writings carved into the dust now, rising from the transcribed ground
Resting atop these jigsawed palms and, peering into my distant eyes
Fugue coursing through my spirits gates their fusions, mitosic harmonies
Revivifications betwixt melodious and, melancholy sounding boards....
Dissolving paradigms crossing the southern sky; exoriating abstract layers
Fantasias pouring from my eyes such, cliometrics calculations
Codexed truths, pirouetting atop these jigsawed palms
Peering, into my not so distant, deflective eyes....
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...."Still Waters" *
Categories:
jigsawed, hope, life, love,
Form: I do not know?