Long Lungs Poems
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“Seducer, healer, deity or thief,
I will see you soon enough—
in the shadow of the rainfall,
in the brief violet darkening a sunset—
but until then I pray watch over him
as a mountain guards its covert ore
and the harsh falcon its flightless young.”
-Dana Gioia’s Prayer
Captivated, cruelly scorned
Innocence breached in the caress of sifting leaves
I breathe…
Shards of crimson ice splitting the skies,
I breathe…
Hung in the nest of my Guardian’s threshold
I breathe…
I receive the tantrums of travesty,
Though I pause, the air suspended in my lungs
Death, damasked and naked
The hairs of his youth dancing in the breeze
I breathe…I breathe…
Words of ire, phantom echoes in my mind,
I breathe…I breathe
The pain of existing taught in those eyes
I breathe…I breathe
Until the fighting for control ceases
Until the lungs are filled to the brim with torrential tears
My eyes, open, lifeless
I see you, gallant Guardian
A silhouette sobbing, a heart pounding and throbbing
You sing to me, lulling life wonder
Spices surround me, for you are my Gatherer of needed scent
Allowing your tears to fall, refusing to grieve
Seeing in me budding revelation
Your lips hot against mine
Gently, gently you breathe
And in Death’s astonished brow,
I live
When you get the urge to smoke,
Just go and kiss your dear one!
You may think this is a funny joke,
But not until you tried this one!
Give the lips the choice of a stroke,
On the cheeks of a loved one,
Release your lips from habit yoke,
And your craving will be undone!
Warm, manly lips, of a good bloke,
Should grace the lips of dear one,
You should not use them to smoke,
Or good lungs you will have none!
With every urge you ignore smoke,
But lean over to kiss her lips on,
Financially you will not be broke,
And your love life will get a move on!
Your health will improve,
Your wealth will improve,
Your breath will improve too,
Next time you hug,
to give her a kiss,
She will kiss you too!
Torturing me with touches
I feel the sting of hardened and lasting lust
Touches not of mortal fingers,
But Halloween-haloed strings composed by musicians of mystery
Pressing upon my back--yes! A searing, yet melodi-errotic strike
All upon me, yet far from me...
Leave me not in the judgement of my own scrambling feelings
Rest not away as I hold my hands out in the dark
Deathly dances are visions heaven-bound for the duo--
Yet for the solo- a blank, useless measure...
The pulsing silence of amateur-stitched love rattles me
Making rhythms giggle in my mind
Intervals of idiocy tormenting all reason
Truly an agonizing, but for others--minor--prison
Is the smile that helped design those strings
Those strings that pluck upon my spine
Controlling me in a dark place stuck between tunes and time
Why are your hands so cold when you play those piano keys?
Why are your lungs so eroded with the pride that taints the songs you sing?
Why have the rhythms gone awry, and why does your apathetic dissonance thrive?
And tell me… through it all…
As you compose the rise and fall…
Why is all this destruction you created so vibrantly alive?
Taken rays of light above my eye,
saved by the light of hope,
triggered inside my lungs,
trees will breath my leftover thoughts,
i did not exist just for death and punishment,
my glory rejects those who disrespect,
my values are guarded with my tears,
i saw the cloud above with words written,
messages familiar who could it be,
understand it is my will to end it all,
nature is calling my dirt has spoken of me
i lay here it is time to rest forever,
voices will be calling wake up wake up.
Through the roots i can hear them
love and screams of my past great grandfathers,
i will be taken by their hands so loving,
rotted memories soaked into heavy rains,
winds carry voices from the past.
This is it it is all over now i am one,
this is my home, these are my neighbors,
there are no rules here, or debt collectors,
no electrical bills, or social media ghouls,
just peace priceless peace i always wanted,
if you want me to pay my debt,
come and visit, i am the man you never met.
I stepped out of the cloud that surrounds me to breathe fresh air and walk about in the splendid atmosphere, spring has come and gone and left me stuck for years on the dry and dusty floor, I did not see the leaves when they were folding and I have not seen the flowers when they were blooming, spring has shut me up inside and summer is lingering by my side.
Take me out in the opening and show me the good tidings, fill my lungs with fresh air and take me to the shore to absorb the smell of the salt filled breeze, take me for a swim and let the summer chime in, the beaches are crowded and I am locked up inside this concrete wall and everyone is pulling the energy from me and the mountain is dancing around.
I want to shake the burden off my shoulder and do a complete makeover. I have been wrestling with this moment in time skipping and hopping all over the place and I have complete several races, but this time around it is different, it is one of a kind when my heart will be still and release the wilderness that is puffed up into my chest, and allow nature to do the rest.
Come with me to the summer treat and enjoy the entertainment in the street, fill your pockets with coins for we are going to play the game machine all night, and I am going take away every dime, I am not going to leave this place broke and I will bring back the summer in my life to compensate for all the indoor sacrifice.
I promise to be good and listen to nature when it speaks, I can feel life moving around and summer is knocking at my door; come with me to the Gym and I will teach you how to lift weight and tone your muscles and gain some weight. Life begins at forty and I want you to be happy.
Step out of the crowd and be bold, step out of the crowd and you will be made whole; it’s you alone now on the dance floor and all eyes are on you, focus on your routine and remember that the universe is embracing you, hold your head upright and the beam will take you to a brighter light.
Step out of the crowd and walk with boldness in your shoe, your long-awaited dream is about to come true; you have everything inside of you, the universe is waiting for you, be bold.
Cigarette Smokers
In a world tainted by pollution and smog you're adding to the problem
Please don't think for a second that electric cigarettes will solve them
Cigarettes wouldn't be half bad if they just took the smoker out
It isn't fair that it kills those who wouldn't put one to their mouth
Parents smoke but would brake out in a rage if their children tried
What if each pack kept up with the growing number who died
Each smoker fails to realize what they smell and look like
The x-rays of their lungs to the doctors must be a horrible sight
They should ask themselves if this nasty habit is worth dying over
Are they recognizing with each puff their calling death much closer
What ingredients makes up the tobacco anyway
I heard rat poison makes up some of it so is that ok
Who's worse, neighborhood drug dealers or the tobacco company
They both make money from the lives they take if you're asking me
Now
In the blink of an eye
At the speed of a sound
From the tears of a cry
To the joys that abound
We can pass through the present
So much faster than light
We should linger a little
While the moment's in flight
For the crux of my point
Is that time is no friend
As the sand trickles down
So the endless can end
Oh to capture those colours
Oh to smile and be kind
Be the joy giver, healer
While the clock cogs unwind
Be the help to the helpless
Be the friend to the lost
Breath deeply of life
Disregarding the cost
As a price has been paid
For the freedom we share
But each moment still precious
As our lungs fill with air...
And the heart will beat feintly
Unless topped up with love...
So now is that moment.
Is that gift.
From above.
Jinjagoliath
8th April 2021
You know how the little mermaid wanted
To be human and live on land
Well I was constantly saying in a loud voice
King Triton by your command
Please, wave your magic staff that you
Hold in your hand
At me a child who has always wanted to
Be a mermaid
And live at sea.
I know you can help me.
Please, listen to my plea.
On land
I have practiced holding my
Breath until I am blue in the face.
I am fast when we have a relay race.
I have learned how to empty my lungs
So I can sit on the bottom of my pool
Without having to surface.
I took swimming and skin diving lessons
To learn all your tricks.
One of the hardest things was mastering
The dolphin kick.
In all of my widest dreams I did finally
Become a mermaid.
I live in a beautiful lagoon where I get
Paid, I love it when I hear that other
Little girls have said King Triton by your
Command
Please, wave your magic staff that you
Hold in your hand.
Who knows they may turn out to be like
Me to live in the sea
As well as on land
By working at a water resort which is a
Better plan.
Haunted.
Maybe that’s an articulation grave enough to complete the enigmatic shed of my skin.
Maybe that’s an articulation grave enough to morph into the holes of my heart.
Maybe that’s an articulation grave enough to bless my bones with the wonderous glory of my eternal rage.
I find myself bathing in the security of my tomb.
Its gravelly, grey walls are scarred with the calamity of my name.
Each piece of rubble rains down on me, a wary desire to drown in the beauty of my dearth, as if the void were the very answer to all the cries of inexorable solitude.
Each making of atom questions the horrid recalling of their parturition from the detrimental violence of my intestines, as if the food I forget to eat reminisces the metallic tang of fear that follows with every swallow.
Each continuous fade of my body morphs into a pathetic attempt to forget the corners my limbs were pushed into, as if the oxygen in my lungs understand the significance of a survival sustained to own the capacity of an exhale.
The bloodline of my making stares back at me; I wonder if it’s possible to extract the despair of their DNA.
The hatred of my bones stare back at me; I wonder if it’s possible to outgrow the isolation of my warren.
The residues of my ruins stare back at me; I wonder if it’s possible to dive into the destruction of its voices.
And as my shoulders slump in defeat, the only thing that lingers is the pondering wonder if I will ever be blessed with the tedious bore of normality.
On this day, hummingbird's and cardinal's are signing aloud, flying all around me setting sail with a fall breeze filling my lungs full of fresh air. The cat's and dog's are all out relaxing and running all around the city with the children playing in the backyards with dad grilling, mom's in the kitchen preparing dessert and many great dishes for the wonderful day ahead with thoughts and feelings each step through. Now setting table with family and friends, enjoying and dining singing songs of praise like the bird's and bee's, flowers and tree's calling it in all prepared for the next day too come family reunion.