each day
is my living wake
I wish you cared
& they weren't fake
my eyes are dry
tears made of dust
never mind
no one's fussed
all the f"cks
& suppressed damns
are my quiet poetry slams
rotate the fear
rearrange
the dread
ego & id
are well fed
days unlived
nights unslept
scarcity of love is kept
no howls of pain
but they twist & turn
retina & eyelids burn
tunnel vision
bottlenecks
sort through
my personal effects
recalibration
set in stone
through it all
I felt alone
reaching out
with brightly coloured gem
fear itself
I couldn't stem
hold the image
lock in view
lose balance
as all askew
life made up
of pretty rubble
but I'll commit
to be no trouble
Making repetitive decisions.
Stumbling once more
into this drug-addicted trap,
lost thoughts begin bleeding out
on paper.
While those forgotten run overtime
beneath the subconscious,
in attempts to illuminate
what my eyes cannot hide.
This never-ending shift
in the revolving door of emotions and morality
leaves me without breath,
somehow still breathing.
Cut open is my flesh,
as rogue thoughts crash like waves upon the shore.
Restless is my mind,
while eyes lock in a steady haze.
The dryness in the air
causes blinking eyes to wonder
how most lose their sight.
Not many stop to ponder.
To live faceless
in a blinding world.
Hearing the pain
in another's song—
we must be related.
Having poured out all of oneself,
questions remain.
Was it ever love?
Or always lust?
Voicing these realities
becomes like a temperature
too hot to touch.
Unable to unsee
what has become fragile,
while I became careless.
Sit in your seat, the driver's seat.
Strap down and lock in.
Now, go ahead and fire 'er up.
Pan your gauges while you listen to the rumble. Check all your mirrors... left, right, and don't forget the rearview before you peer ahead.
Now, take a deep, long breath.
And with that beautiful destination in focus, confidently pull the gear shift from park to drive.
Now, foot off the brakes and on the gas.
Up ahead, sweet dreams long last.
After wedding,
Is there a lock?
Or why wedlock?
A lock on the door or on the gate,
For anyone willing to party till late,
Or willing to wonder without question.
Or why wedlock if we reason?
A lock in the heart,
For an outsider posing as sweetheart.
Or anyone offering a lusty task,
Or which lock if I may ask?
A lock that keeps you to one woman,
For better, for worse with that woman,
Or binding you till death do you part,
Or it becomes a lock at which part?
Written: November 22, 2025, for contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
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Eyes lock in molten stillness,
where time dissolves its reliance.
Tongues trace tales on tender skin;
the dance is where secrets softly begin.
Love burns—a flame of whispered tones,
ignited by breath and crowned with unknowns.
A day in third month, year to lock in heart:
Twenty-seventh, a start...
To share, live, never depart
Love is such an awesome art.
Fear a distressed emotion brought on by the belief that something dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat will occur. It only gains strength when you feed it faith. Growing into an outrageous ember, igniting every corner of hope it’s flames chase. It’s the unconscious decision to give up and for lack of better words, screw faith. But it’s in those moments we need to lock in, steady our ground, to again mount the horse of life before, untrue lies pull us back down. Using lessons as tools, from past trials that were fear derived. Turning them into hope as our hope is what keeps our faith alive. Some tracks are rocky, not always smooth.. If it was just flat, there would be no need for hope or faith within this life for flesh covered fools. It’s the hardships and heartaches that germinate our seeds, for faith, to bloom. I always lean harder into mine, when every other turn I manage to take, leads me to a dead-end, where fear and anger ruminate. It’s in those moments I beg for the spirit of uncertainty to relinquish my lack of faith, replace it with trust that everything, even on our worst days, will be ok just don’t invite fear to play.
I am a purple prisoner of poetry
For when I can’t write woe is me
Darkens my sky the flowetry
Enriches my life the soul of me
Some do drugs roll with me
I just do hugs go with me
Grasping the love of a sheet
Of paper, pen and ink is peace
Muse is a turquoise tool guides me
Ideas are precious jewels inside me
It’s an affliction of discovery
A kind of mission red recovery
Righting what is wrong you see
Writing poems sonnets songs to sing
Some are like the ivory breeze
Others crash into onyx dead sea
One hopes to be indigo inspiring
To tickle brain cells cherry firing
To leave readers denim desiring
Or perhaps even enjoying inquiring
In the jail of a black bipolar mind
Where hell is back and forth in time
Words can be a key or lemon lock in crime
Can be of forms free or form that rhymes
Needing readers to read gives me a high
Hoping that you see a message from divine
I dream of reliving my heart’s past fall.
To marry again and bear the long haul.
I long to long.
To sing that song.
One day I will lock in the courage.
One day photos will find the fridge.
For now I must simply yield to stall.
Readying my boat before the waterfall.
I dry-run this until my skin peels off.
I pray I will be ready for takeoff.
In sixty-five and half years been
Lock-in love with you again
And again, our marriage soft-land
Dreamland at times and times dryland
Those Valentines' gifts counterpoise
Disclose your feelings and expose
Your desire to not reinsure
Anymore your love for me, bore
everyday i wake up for the next day
everyday I get in the shower before school
everyday I get dressed and brush my teeth
everyday I freshen up to get ready and head to school
everyday I lock in for school and get as much done as I can
everyday I finish my school assignments and head to work
everyday I go to work and make money after school
everyday I finish work and enjoy the rest of my day
Ahead and to my right
I have you in my sight
I like to watch you move
You lock in with the groove
I think of things sometimes
Then write them down in rhymes
Not for the public eye
One read and you'll know why
Definitely beautiful
The most beautiful I've seen
Who could ever fathom
I'd know my girl of dreams
My sweetheart, she's so talented
She sings like no one can
And when I fall asleep tonight
I'll dream of her again
Sometimes my dreams get crazy
Scenarios afire
Crescendoing intensity
Fill me with desire
I stand behind my princess
My arms around her waist
I whisper that I love her
A gentle kiss is placed
She turns around to face me
Our eyes lock in a stare
Our lips are getting closer
'Til not much space is there
My name in sotto voce
Her signal says okay
Our mouths then lock impassioned
Let's stay this way all day
I'm way ahead of the darkness that cast shadows
& there's no looking back when moving with his light
I'm light years away so even if you're walking by
I'm still way too out of sight
Crystal clear blue sight sees the waves way before
they reach gritty shores
I pulled anchors & set sail to see what this voyage
had in store
The answer for many of life's questions can be found
in deep waters you won't visit because it's cold
Too deep for the thin skinned but you must dive as
fortune favors the soul that's bold
I'm sold on this fact based on experience not vicarious
stories told to win
The wages of going to war with yourself can't be counted
but you're paid handsomely for the win
Immerse yourself in the battle & lock in for this is the
key to your elevation
I surmise that there's many counting themselves out
but this is a guess not summation
A hypothesis if you will as I don't know you, but the
joke is on you if you don't dive
Many hide behind masks of jest but the joke is on you
& your disguise
when
sacred butterfly wings
lock in a
spiritual dance
while
both
their
hearts
still
beating
seeking their chance
through
the
gospel wind
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