Long Stickiness Poems
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My jaunt through over crowded hallways
past bodies grouped like gulls gathering
a grey murmuring
patients on overdose
their creased faces like glaciers streaked
by warming
pink white rings that circle their eyes
rabbit pinched
unfocused
glances not easily discarded
Henry, slumped in his wheelchair
his body uncoupled like a skylark
cut from song
thin shoulders falling to trembling limbs
He greets me, barely audible
words that leave soft traces
that sometimes choke on their own silence
What oozes forth,
fragmented stories of acting on the stage
till footlights dimmed
Time vandalized history
Roots in a cushioned land
Beseeching, he asks "Roll my wheelchair to the
train tracks. Leave me there."
Panic closes in like shutters
to darken the wood of smiling
I wedge words, can brook no paths criminal
A quick embrace to soothe unmoored grief
to appease the unprotected
My blunt exit (slowed momentum)
on floor stickiness,
waste-brine that coats my soles
anchoring displacement
Poem revised June 9, 2021
You don’t know how parted we are
Uncharted we are
The piano keys sooth the turbulent sea and music melts the burning icebergs
Pride sinking a ship…giving into nature
Hands severed and torn, pressing lightly on the stained ivory
The creatures are mourning for the death of loved ones
While men in white laugh, masked by the ghosts of their own insanity
Stained with foreign blood
People speak out against it while many others follow me to the grave
Like the single stone in the chalk piece scrapes against the black board
We feel the pain with our empathetic minds without having to hear the chalky cries
Subconscious we are transformed…informed
Knowing that once parted, no earthquake can make us whole again
We couldn’t visit her today…he was forced to go
The mercy found in these crevices is buried in the snow
I hate it when I can’t find words to describe the way I feel
I would like to tell him how I feel…but the air
Is too thick here…
And the sea parts us…blue eyes are merely brown…
The grass is greener there
We’re all the same…we fear…we cry
The web still weaves us together but dew tears stick to the strands
And flies that we feed on destroy the unity of the intricate network
Reassuring words mend temporarily…but you leave again
Hairs grow gray and the black stickiness is fresh once more
Light pours in canyons of crayons…the flower is a scam
The smell of childhood lighting up our lives with the little fuel we have
Jealously thrives through…and they won’t stop touching them
Some look into the mirror and cry everyday…
Bruises turn to gold and they sell artifacts already sold
The buzzing vibration of my phone is ignored tonight…
I’m on my last bar…
I’m dying…I really am
Dying to know WHY. Dying to give life
Parting the lands to flood obscurity…
Pangaea, what can make you whole again?
His eyes held a dead brilliance
Showing an empathy and compassion
Did his soul embrace any resilience
How she brought infinite passion
Standing over her he felt a vulnerability
Fascination he had in her left him confused
As an inhuman beast he had capability
To leave her alone he would refuse
Her pulsating blood drew his attention
Thoughts of its warm stickiness so red
Gave him an undeniable appreciation
Standing in the shadows as the undead
Disciplined willpower not to have a taste
Though entombed by its very smell
Consequences of these actions, a waste
For she was his never ending hell
Though hell he knew well as a vampire
He could enter her mind, and hypnotize
See he wanted her for his own empire
Wanted her love but that she has to realize
Actions he’d rather not deal with consequences
Now he cursed his profound moral compass
He only hoped she’d come to her senses
Decision and out come she must encompass
Lamentation for what you are losing.
A situation not of your choosing.
Powerless in its execution.
Watching from the shadows as
the scene unfolds before you.
A bag of broken promises
standing in the corner - waiting
for recycling or incineration -
no-one knows, but gone for ever
in the familiar form you knew.
Your heart lies broken in the dustpan.
A few fragments scattered on the floor.
She tries to sweep them up, but carelessly
drops the container in transit and curses
as it leaves a dust trail to the door.
How cold she looks. Her face fixed in
resolution. Determined to get the rooms
of her life scrubbed clean and free from
memories of you. Reminders of you two
as you were, happy once, laughing, loving.
Out to the trash wagon goes your world.
With no knowledge of the significance,
it is tipped in ignorance into the swirling,
churning lumber of the neighbourhood,
and ground to meaningless pulp.
She stops on the way to retrieve a minute
piece of hope deposited on her shoe -
stuck like gum and adhering to the pavement
as she walks. A good tug and it is gone, but
she tuts as it leaves stickiness on her fingers.
Back in the sanitized emptiness
she pauses to view her clean slate.
Still icy in her survey, she doesn't notice broken you,
forgotten in the cupboard - heart ripped out,
memory mutilated, living only in the shadows.
The door creaks and she is alerted,
she quickly runs to close it - crisis averted.
Must get a lock for that door
and throw away the key -
the heart can't grieve if the eye can't see.
Always My Angel
Sort of like the way you never said goodbye
Walking across the burning bridges
I'm a voice without a word
Falling across false realities
Nobody told me how difficult life would be
And there is always another obstacle
It doesn't help that I play with fire
Running my lips across your skin
While you smoke pot
Dying in a grave of your own creation
Guys walk your bridges
Taking advantage of open tunnels
I was never the only one here
Sometimes it's better to let it hurt
Because it could always be so much worse
Summer would never come for you
When it never came for me
Your eyes attract the flies
Stickiness makes your hair clump together
I stroke your cheek so tenderly
The blood isn't mine
But it isn't yours either
It's the blood of innocence
And that's what I gave to you all my life
Melting in waterfalls of fire
You've been taken by the demons
But you were always my angel
hanging out amongst those who are like minded
new to the group naive to the lies and deceptions
groomed with gifts fun spotlight low expectations
time goes by everything great money had you blinded
you had the lovers fame reputation all felt so right
competitiveness between group members alike
tension becomes intolerable to the point of dislike
truth be told about how to settle with a fist fight
threats were always spewed but no action taken
group members siding causing small divisions
most tired of the tension making hasty collisions
all about money fashion lovers has caused a shaken
this one particular night you decided not to indulge
feeling not up to par your soul making you elusive
hung out as usual thinking how things can be decisive
something felt off your intuition gave you a nudge
not feeling the vibe decided to step out side for air
unbeknownst to you the tension was thickening
come back in moments later you were witnessing
an argument turned deadly body sit dead in a chair
blood that carries secrets slowly coagulate
thick dark stickiness that drew in flies
smells whilst being puddling burying lies
sitting in panic with beads of sweat from distress
wondering what to do where to go who is who
paranoid with being inexperienced about crime
this was not part of a plan to hang out this time
nobody to trust running scared sleepless night too
would they let you just walk away knowing what you seen
following you haunting you in dreams to scare you quiet
this secret causing the heart and mind to have an inner riot
telling was out of the question not even mentioning the scene
seeing members from time to times looking with evil eyes
made you reevaluate the meaning of like minded people
following popularity status spotlight really reels in sheeple
darker than you will ever admit magic deceit and lies
realizing having your own individuality avoids like mindedness
you don't have to say you endure and was scare most of the time
this experience help heal suppress parts traded for being a slime
learning things about yourself now has you with sharp sightedness
What is this love we seek to find and hold?
It twists and contorts, resistant to enfold.
A surprising elusive shadow, that pops up from the mist?
When we least expect it, to enlist when kissed.
This love actually, defies logic and common sense!
For whom we love, truly deeply is beyond any pretense,
Any hope that its stickiness can be shed,
With a flick, a kick, a denial, once, twice said.
Love is persistent, won't go away, or fade.
Its inception is the exception that once made,
Is burned or carved into a tree trunk or rock,
As an emblem, a shout, broadcast around the clock.
For love is a joy, a delightful happenstance!
A meeting by chance, then with poise, to prance and dance.
My love like steel and silk
cuts through you
splutters your blood
watermelon juice down a throat
Wipes it with yellow silken ribbon
for you to suck afresh
that you may find your
Godly seed within
My love like dragonflies and bees
silently landing on stamen or pistils
alchemising nectar into patterned
dust upon transparent wings
Earth rewards my love with morning glory
steel severs sunflower stems
silkworms crawl into a wet rose centre
pollen stolen in sparkling dew
My steely silken love refreshed
from your flowered stickiness
~
Whispering apricot beams shine upon frilly sheers,
lazy shadows dance in daffodil dawn colors,
pirouettes of pleasured moments,
silently flowing on smooth brush stroke walls
You breathe, softly, the sweetest sonnet,
rhythmically exhaling beneath satin sheets
symphonic…bringing a grin to the sunrise,
blushing clouds hide behind a bashful horizon
Placing a gentle kiss upon rose petal shoulders,
you stir ever so slightly…eyes flutter like chiffon wings
hugging the pillow wistfully, floating within,
cascading between dreams of us
Exploring the mesmerizing curves of your body,
my lips touch warm porcelain skin,
the faintest sigh escapes, a smile appears
as your wispy fingers seek my own
Probing gentle folds, serene recesses of silken slivers
sipping the morn’s perfect elixir, ambrosia,
seeing your eyes wide open now
and falling once more deeply into their hypnotic beauty
Hands fondle my hair, wavy lengths, grasping
tickling heated embraces, melting into the warmth,
maple syrup cravings, sweetened stickiness in
pleasure flavored temptations
Sunshine illumines the room with sparkled effervescence,
writhing deep into the blue sky destinations,
azure visions of springtime promises kept
and green grass wanderings
I rise with you, fall with you…with this perfect time,
mirroring movements in reflective crescendos, rapidly,
as your voice sings my name, feathered pillow melodies,
an ending ovation in hummingbird inspired quivers
And you collapse, tethered breaths, tiny giggles
pulling the sheets tight to your chin playfully
I peer up, cinnamon eyes gleam, twinkle,
rejoicing as brand new day begins…in love
~
It is an unusually cold morning here so
I thought I would repost this and warm
the place up a little. : )
Dawning Desires
Whispering apricot beams shine upon frilly sheers,
lazy shadows dance in daffodil dawn colors,
pirouettes of pleasured moments,
silently flowing on smooth brush stroke walls
You breathe, softly, the sweetest sonnet,
rhythmically exhaling beneath satin sheets
symphonic…bringing a grin to the sunrise,
blushing clouds hide behind a bashful horizon
Placing a gentle kiss upon rose petal shoulders,
you stir ever so slightly…eyes flutter like chiffon wings
hugging the pillow wistfully, floating within,
cascading between dreams of us
Exploring the mesmerizing curves of your body,
my lips touch warm porcelain skin,
the faintest sigh escapes, a smile appears
as your wispy fingers seek my own
Probing gentle folds, serene recesses of silken slivers
sipping the morn’s perfect elixir, ambrosia,
seeing your eyes wide open now
and falling once more deeply into their hypnotic beauty
Hands fondle my hair, wavy lengths, grasping
tickling heated embraces, melting into the warmth,
maple syrup cravings, sweetened stickiness in
pleasure flavored temptations
Sunshine illumines the room with sparkled effervescence,
writhing deep into the blue sky destinations,
azure visions of springtime promises kept
and green grass wanderings
I rise with you, fall with you…with this perfect time,
mirroring movements in reflective crescendos, rapidly,
as your voice sings my name, feathered pillow melodies,
an ending ovation in hummingbird inspired quivers
And you collapse, tethered breaths, tiny giggles
pulling the sheets tight to your chin playfully
I peer up, cinnamon eyes gleam, twinkle,
rejoicing as brand new day begins…in love
Good morning Soupers