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Fearful of this thing called beauty,
Others own it, radiating fierce.
The versions of me that mirrored physical confidence,
were seemingly empty, compensating and struggling to steer...
My own vehicle, the one that God made beautifully for me.
Not more or less than others,
Just one leaf in a bunch, on a bush of poison ivy.
Accidentally harming with kind eyes, a simple touch and a kiss.
Often, a kiss of death to our old selves and now our brightest parts, we miss.
We journey to emerge again, after seeing before seeing.
Underneath, never aligned,
While on top, each other we were needing.
Beauty, a weapon and a tool used in this world more than occasionally,
The Kindest but most wounded of us, can make ourselves up...
To say "stay with me..."
More comfortable in private,
seen when chosen and expressed at will.
No accidental attacks or weaponisation of what the world once taught me was a skill.
starry winter night
missing her summer conversation
softly wishing in vain
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of poison ivy
starry spring evening
missing her winter conversation
a sweet, gentle breeze whispers her name teasingly
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of heavily concentrated acid
starry summer night
missing her spring conversation
dehydration sneaking up on me as i see mirrored spots of her beautiful image
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of chocolate coated sewage
starry autumn evening
missing every season of her conversation
another year older and my heart even more darkly clouded and cold
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in many layers of absolutely nothing
alone
your alone
alone isn't a crime
the problem is
nobody wants to be around alone
alone echoes
nobody cares to hear it
they'd rather listen to birds, a water fall, a 747 taking off
a wailing baby -a beaver slapping shine into the pond
nobody wants to hear the echo of alone
alone
Alone, nobody wants to kiss the mouth of alone
they'd rather kiss a bramble, a rat trap, poison ivy
a barnacled behemoth
anything but
alone
alone
Alone, nobody wants to hold the hand of alone
they'd rather hold the muddy claw of a turtle
a rake handle, their little bits or a big fat check
but nobody wants to hold the hand of alone
alone
alone
Alone is contagious
you might become part of the equation
expansion+ contraction = nothingness
A million friends attended your 29th birthday party
life contracts to a 79th birthday party
sitting with 60 flickering watts and a dying cat
alone
alone
your home has become a beast called
alone-swallows you whole
doesn't leave a single bone
alone
alone
you're slapped into an old folks home
a machine takes your blood pressure ..
it reads 180 over alone
without making eye contact
the machine slowly shakes its youthful head
leaving you alone with the echo from 29 footsteps
an alone echo
alone
nobody wants to be around alone
alone is far beyond the abyss
or a bird less sky
alone is a contagion of creeping isolation
alone is alive!
Ebony eyes eclipse ripping away sun
Moon blooms of golden gloom
Lips lacking limerick’s lift
Onyx mood swings back and forth
Like grey grandfather clock
Time ticking as a blues bomb
Raining purple passionate pain
clouded by lemon lyrical labyrinth
Of love lacking it’s sweet liquor
The bittersweet longing embraced
Tastes like red regrets sifted through time
Straining to be reinvented not lamented
In black bird’s somber death song
Sacred and solemn in honor of loss
Mourning is important inked in green
Like poison ivy uncomfortable
But never worthless as it is digested
And creates cranberry calling to
Remember the fallen angels
With soft tears laid like roses
On the cold creamy colored casket
(to the tune of the Doors' "Hello I Love You")
Aloe, I love you ‘cause you conquered my itch.
Aloe, I love you, it was making me twitch.
Aloe, from Calamine, you made me switch.
Aloe, my life you know you helped to enrich.
Mosquito bites or hives –
It’s nice to know when the aloe arrives
You’ll get some quick relief
And a little respite from your grief…
Aloe, I love you ‘cause you conquered my itch.
Aloe, I love you, it was making me twitch.
Aloe, from Calamine, you made me switch.
Aloe, my life you know you helped to enrich.
You might have poison ivy
Or a rash from someplace divey.
A bout of chicken pox or measles, too –
You’d get some comfort if you just knew…Ahhhhhh…..
That aloe helps to cool things down,
Turns your lips to smile instead of frown,
Just a little dab seems to do the trick
And its magic starts to work real quick.
Aloe – aloe – aloe – aloe – aloe – aloe – aloe
I love you
Aloe – I need you, baby
Aloe – aloe – aloe – aloe.
My Kentucky in Fall
Peaceful country roads winding through meadows and hills,
and golden rays kiss purple asters, tall ironweed and abundant goldenrod.
Gorgeous colors are greeting me despite the warning that drought
would hold them back this year.
Glowing yellows, warm reds and burning orange leaves are clinging
to the heavy branches, limbs swaying in the autumn breeze.
Fallen leaves dance to the music of the currents,
poison ivy vines wrap the stately maple in crimson.
Damp snapping turtles sun themselves on a rock in the creek,
while further up a blue heron is standing silently, watching the
slow flowing water, until he is ready to strike.
Our majestic Ohio river reflects the cloudless, azure sky
while bordered by densely covered cliffs that are
decked in their autumn finest.
Profusely blooming red cardinal vines cling to the rocky ledges
are kissed by happily buzzing bees and bouncing butterflies.
Pumpkins, ghosts and witches decorate porches and front doors,
gray barns are brimming with hay, tobacco and corn,
contently harboring their bounty.
Acorns, black walnuts and hickory nuts are plentiful, yet squirrels
do not seem in a hurry to bring in their winter supply.
Smiling, waving hikers are climbing the autumn scented hills
to Tioga Falls, and Virginia Creeper vines show pleasing colors
along the old Rail Road Bridge.
On the side of the road the lush cedars have developed
their silver-blue berries,
and wild rose bushes are displaying their red rose hips.
Autumn has come to my Kentucky.
Don’t shake hands with poison ivy or play fetch with rabid dogs.
Never trust the crap fanatics post on hate spewing blogs.
Don’t ever lose touch with your brakes when the highway is slick,
And don’t be a dick.
Don’t hang out with child molesters or give rides to psycho freaks.
Never look to find perfection when you’re shopping for antiques.
Don’t ever cross over the lake when the ice isn’t thick,
And don’t be a dick.
Don’t expect an evangelical to have an open mind.
Never fail to see the goodness in the rest of humankind.
Don’t order a triple scoop cone you’re not ready to lick,
And don’t be a dick.
The wisdom that drips from the spigot,
The principal notions that click,
Are exercise good common sense,
And don’t be a dick.
It was summer in the mountains,
Daisies, bees and poison ivy surrounding
The little creek where my feet swung down,
Swaying gently over the trickling water…
Betraying the heat with its coolness,
Its calm – serene like the world where I came from,
A world of laughter, beauty and grace…
Where granny worked and prayed,
Where mama didn’t see any shame in repenting
For sins that were taken away by the Savior,
The grace that remained when He went to heaven
To await the day when we would come to stay
With Him, in paradise… in praise, in eternity
Fading into the summer praises, the lupines
In colors of elaborate violet – dusty rose delphiniums,
Imperial hues of breathless roses, blushing beauties
Brilliant and bright, hoping for the moment when rain
Bruises the petals and suggests to them a joy
Far beyond the miracles invading breathless whispers,
Rainfall moments and sun, so alive it feels nearly timeless,
Blessing the leaves, silently fawning – mysteries
While all the world searches for the wonders of these
Gracious colors, admiring – honoring the beautiful,
My little cousin eating pies I created
With two chubby hands, pies two times the size
Of the pot pie pans that taught me the meaning of
Recycling… they were leftover trinkets from a mother
Who believed in me, she’d found her reason
But me … I was only happy to know the freedom
Creating mud pies on the banks of a creek that treated
Me like the wish for giggles, the craving for fanciful
Dreams who walk away from the heart
Misty eyed and prayerful, erasing the lost
Hopes, replacing them with promises
For a coloring book life… made from joy and hope,
Kindness that fills up the soul, a wildness
That comes from being that little girl who grows
Cousins from the mud pies she baked in the sun,
Urging them to gorge themselves with…
And, they still loved her, despite her baking skills!
The second hand on the clock mercilessly drones on.
Surrealistic seconds spin dizzyingly.
Distorted colours of sagging sunrises melt into intoxicated sunsets.
Vapours of innocence dissipate into laughing
stars,
hysterically hyperventilating on sorrow’s torment.
The stinging dirt beneath my feet offers no condolences,
only festering deeper into subcutaneous wounds,
infecting every white blood cell until delirium overrides.
Shame and regret drip from screaming clouds
as a murder of crows gathers in the dank ambience,
criticisingly cawing between razor-thin lapses in time.
Frenzied winds obscure judgement.
Vines of poison ivy tangle,
dragging me down in the pandemonium,
whilst a growling ground begins to open,
exposing the truth—my festering grave.
Feel the accelerating pain of memories taking hold.
Already dead, drugged by denial,
a soul bound to a faded reality,
vanished within the cracks hidden
within the confines of time.
Sorry if I leave you star shooken
I’m just doing me
I’m just dancing like no one is looking
All the good things are taken
So I’m looking for great
I’m eating sweat potatoes and success
Man I love what’s on my plate
Hate me
Regret me
Does it look like I care?
I have Whitney
Tired of these Hedgehog lookin Heffas
Who told you yall was pretty
I am poison ivy
But you can’t get rid of me
I'm doing me
2 quarters 5’3
Hold a grudge
You don’t matter
Only blue matters
Be vindictive
I’m eating sweat potatoes and success
Man I love what’s on my plater
Does it look like I care
I have 2 jobs and I’m healthy
I'm doing things that make me happy
Thank you Jasmine Hines cause she compels me
I'm doing me
Act like a b
I’ll climb into your mind
Like little white boys climb trees
Call me names
Do what you please
Just make sure you don’t come my way with you fleas
Does it look like I care?
It's not like I believe you
I know you're full of sin
You're just a liar
Keep to yourself
I'm doing me
And I'm not feeling sorry
Karma is real
It'll come back around
You think you're free from me
Think again
The loss of me will haunt you
I'm just an American boy
With a Kentucky soul
A unorthodox spirit
Two coffee brown eyes
An Angela Renee heart
French lips
A midget body
A pisces attitude
A hair grease mind
2 awesome dogs
1 awesome sister
1 missing sister
1 piss poor sister
A Lexington love
A set of piss poor social skills
A Phoenix Place childhood
All the way to the end
Ima eat everything on my plate
No if, ands, or depends
If I piss you off
Better go buy you some depens
Only truth matters
Only blue matters
You read to the very end
So only you matter