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I wore my longing like a coat.
Kept the sharpest words in my throat.
I leaned in close; the blues just knew,
I would let them bent notes come through.
Bare boards beckoned worn-out shoes.
Slow feet shuffled with the dues.
One heel circled, one stood still,
As the lights turned round like a windmill.
While the dye brush waited by the wall,
I heard the blank canvas start to call.
I held back each splash just enough,
To leave a white whisper, in the rough.
I let my feelings rise up halfway,
Enough to ache; then to fade away.
My heart was folded, tied up with care,
To glow with all that is left hidden there.
The blue kept curling into the white,
Like the Milky Way deep in a velvet night.
The spiral nebulae all slowly grew—
To tie-dye the sky, with an ancient hue.
The tighter the bind, the brighter the bloom.
Stars need darkness, to brighten their room.
Hold back the colour—let just enough take flight.
Raindrops can teach sunlight to shape its light.
When the last slow glow chorus ends,
Twilight mends what that daylight bends.
One lone blue spark escapes the seam,
Just far enough to light the dream.
One need not be David Copperfield,
nor a card shark/sharp, scrutinizing
random display codified
computer algorithm doth yield.
The chance to "win"
may appear tubby zero
analogous finding a diamond
in the rough, even
with help of
a heartfelt superhero
nonetheless toil away, asper
setting suitable spade work,
and cock sombrero
just so to avoid,
the virtual sun
shining in eyes, and affect
a fin guard hand sum
swagger that Cicero,
would be fain to boast
whereat sportsman/
woman ship touted
from one coast
to another for playing
fair and square
as with a ghost,
but essentially nobody,
but yourself dost host,
which one person team,
(thou self) essentially most
ideal match, when testing layout
random shuffle computer
program did post,
and no matter experiencing
cerebral neurons sizzling
like fifty shades plus
of gray matter roast
ting like chestnuts
on an open fire
envision accolades huzzahs,
and special toast
ye give yourself,
no matter stiff odds
stacked against thee,
and feel a bit whooshy
washy outsmarting the
game coder despite yar tushy
feeling comfortably numb,
with tingling sensation,
no matter squishy
tissue being pinched with
all out effort of most pushy
fan (again your sole self),
who succeeds as best
groupie getting mushy
timidly asking yourself
for an autograph,
and lastly taking a selfie
posing incognito with a
note tory us whig
outlandishly bushy.
One might say
they have found a gemstone
among the ocean
but it is quite more than that
weathered
tattered
tumbled by the ocean's currents
it's history speaks
transformed by nature's hand
it's brokenness has outlived its usefulness
as it comes to his final resting place
up on the beach
hidden by millions of san granules
like a diamond in the rough
so to speak
-to me
it represents my love of the ocean
it's ever-changing tidal conditions
that have washed the treasures of years gone by
it takes me back
to shipwrecks and their treasures
and the time it has taken
for this beautiful sea glass to emerge
in the end
it's a renewal of their presence
forgotten but now found
as my curiosity has gotten the best of me
BEING WHAT YOU ARE
Frolic branches of trees shake, butterfly leaves flutter
with the trail of summer squall the feisty forest plays.
Don’t make your mind a sprawling forest of wilderness
if with the flickering shadows of foliage at gloomy dusk
it can’t sprint and play.
Ballerina crests of waves swell, pearls of breakers roll,
under storm-scattered sky in tempest the sea dances.
Don’t make your mind an unsurfing sea of sheet glass
if on the surge of upwelling tides of agonizing times
it can’t float and dance.
Silver spray of sprinkles rises, harmonic water murmurs,
on faulted slope of the valley the hilly stream cascades.
Don’t make your life a stream wandering as a lean streak
if in the rough course up and down of time’s topography
it can’t leap and flow.
Perched niche of nest crashes, scared chicks fly away,
after midnight storm the lonely bird soars in cobalt sky.
Don’t make your life a homeless bird of broken wings
if from the debris of wrecked hope in splintering times
it can’t rise and fly.
Quartz luster of sands simmers, jade cactus face shrinks,
in the cradle of dunes the desert winds sing in the oasis.
Don’t make your heart a desiccated cauldron of desert
if the lyric of emerald oasis in blinding blizzard of sand
it can’t write and sing.
Be true to yourself, remain what you are meant to be.
The mind will play and dance with shadows of despair,
the deserted heart will sing the oasis song of ecstasy,
the wrecked life will rise again from debris of agony
if you are what you are.
October 12, 2018
Flames are now ashes
Stars earn their passes
On a second round
Enjoying the mountainous town
Being at their peak
Everyone listening to the words they speak
Forgetting who said ‘I do’
Arrived for another gig looking young and cool
Taking the scenic route
Briefed on what the script is about
Fixing hair
Applying makeup that has flair
Acting like they care
Pocketing a check from the affair
A couple miles away
Our dirty blonde knight took a day off to play
With his bride
Following steps written in the honeymoon guide
Chapter read
‘After wed
Stick in the gambling slot
When machine is hot
Changes come in the fall
Family income needed written on the wall’
Putting down the paperback
Containing many romantic facts
Knight sporting the look noticed a mover
Shakers license plate states Vancouver
Unloading production stuff
Filming equipment to be used in the rough
“Do you know the way to the top?
Stars performing their theatrical workshop”
Question workers asked
Doing the task
Honoring an appointment
Faithful dirty blonde knight honestly pointed
“I should issue a warning
There could be another avalanche by morning”
Crew didn’t hear
Knight with golden locks feared
As they started to climb
Getting there in record time
Nature elements watched and sounded like they didn’t mind
Joining her lifelong mate in seductive black
Mrs. Knight whose companion was buried in a snowfall attack
“I do not think everything is right
Stars are facing a difficult fight
But we do need to be polite
Not getting in the way tonight”
Looking out to the winter wonder sight
Concerned about this frozen plight
Two of them knew things were getting tight
Hoping tomorrow
There will be no horror
Creating many to feel sorrow
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
Enough, Already!
Seriously people, when is enough… enough?
For too many of you, the answer is never.
How can a million a game be living in the rough?
Do you really want us to think that all of you suffer?
How many cars or houses do you really need?
Are you aware of the hunger problems in the world?
With what you get paid, there are millions you could feed.
Open your hearts (and wallets) to all those boys and girls.
Enough, Already!
I’m a committed employee devoted to your company,
Work 8 hours plus in a day, what more do you want from me?
Off days are scheduled, yet rarely taken.
I must 86 my agenda and the plans I’m makin’.
Medical insurance is a myth, vacation pay is a rumor.
I stare into the distance, reflect on the days of my sense of humor.
Truly, I ask myself, “Does this guy really deserve me?”
Enough, Already!
I come home from work after a long, hard day,
Hoping for some peace and quiet and maybe a little love.
Instead, “Where have you been?!?!” is all you have to say.
Our relationship should be more than what it’s made up of.
You constantly nag me to say how I feel about you,
But you never trust what I say when I hold you near.
Enough, already! There’s only so much I can do.
It’s time for me to go. There’s nothing more I want to hear.
At night, city lights are incomparable
to your unblemished smile,
Those eyes that twinkle
as the star blinks.
You as a diminutive creature
that exists enormously
within my realm,
Lighting up all the dark
nooks of the horizon,
Taming the wild boar,
As you unleash your nature.
The wilds are afraid
to be captured by the soul
that wanes in gloom
though oozing in bloom.
Inspiring all your companions
through having fun
while hiking in the rough
and muddy track,
Which has brought warmth
to the freezing core.
As I take my path
there you are stepping on
the opposite side,
Where the twig snaps
and makes me realize
that we are not in the
same trail.
By Akie
Not once did I blink,
Afraid your gaze would fade at twilight’s brink,
Drowning silent in your soundless sea,
Begging the world to let me be,
Even if death walks next to me.
No past to flee,
No future to believe,
Only you ,a shadow near,
Clutching time in a crystal tear.
I won’t let go of your hand,
Though skies might break and stars might land,
Your arms are heaven’s night,
Lit by my longing’s lightning light,
Your voice ,death and life in one tight breath.
Each second casts a spell,
Dark skies broke, the wounded earth fell,
Under your touch the world will burn,
I’m the shadow in your eyes that turns.
No dreams remain, no paths to lose,
Just this fierce, real pulse I choose,
As you breathe,
As you burn,
Gone or stayed , beside me turn.
If life is short ,one day’s enough,
One breath in fire, one name in the rough,
When it ends,
I remain,
In shadows and lights that whisper your name.
A DOOR TO THE SOUL
I say, enough of this superficial world
Being so full of nothing, I am replete
That collective gasp when a flag is unfurled
With such artifice I will never compete
As all such false emotions around me whirled
Yet it is so strong, do I admit defeat
National pride has to be earned, not expected
Despite tears, there’s cynicism detected
Yes, there’s a place for all that formality stuff
Yet, sharing true emotion needs encouraging
To do this openly, one needs to be tough
And such an outpouring does need managing
Genuine feelings are diamonds in the rough
The sense of freedom beyond imagining
Allowing greater personal expression
Can be the best antidote to repression
Like a sculptor I searched for the perfect stone
I tried to make it better and with my skills hone
But you cannot change it no matter how you shape or scuff
I lost all of them and found you a diamond in the rough
Inner perfection was already there and was easy to see
Your heart is heavenly crafted and is tailor made for me
Like a carpenter I chose only the best wood
I tried to cut and plane it but the result was misunderstood
I tried to preserve it forever but it rotted away
Until I found a well built home in you and I wanted to stay
Inner perfection was already there and was easy to see
Your heart is heavenly crafted and is tailor made for me
Like a painter I covered my canvas with paint and oil
But the more I stroked the more it did spoil
I tried to add more color and they still did part
Until I found you the masterpiece work of art
Inner perfection was already there and was easy to see
Your heart is heavenly crafted and is tailor made for me