It is the perfect handedness of endless bliss
the cadence, embrace the double-mirroring kiss,
silence is the most notorious happiness parenthesis.
Even when the dual night vigil blew
All the stretched-out empty days reminded you
Of promises and tragedy that passion drew.
In the perfect kiss, we once knew.
But time has rendered a big part of this
their brilliance and space are in abruptness.
Death neither waits for happiness nor success.
Our separation passed on in the brief moments mist
Into the sad, fleeting, strange distance eclipse.
another starnge bliss paused here to gaze at this
less lonely existence parenthesis.
Categories:
parenthesis, destiny, grief, imagery, moving
Form: Sonnet
Echoes of her laughter
(they’re sounding in my heart)
Thinking she is with me
(I wake with a start)
Silence and without her
(I search inside the room)
Within my heart however
(just darkness and the gloom)
Embracing her was sweetness
(loving her was divine)
Together we can make it
(I am hers and she is mine)
I love this beautiful woman
(who keeps my soul in tune)
She is a very special girl
(we’ll be together soon.)
(click the pic for a preview of my upcoming book!)
Categories:
parenthesis, love,
Form: Rhyme
Dresden, it is said, was bombed to an ashen landscape,
A giant burned out match head. Explodable no more.
Small Dresdens found along our driveway no longer smell of sulphur
But remind me of Father lighting cigarettes.
My father, nicotine addicted,
Member of the greatest generation,
That saved the world from Hitler and "El Duche"
Who addressed the fascist crowds from balconies
We shake rugs from
All across a peaceful Midwest now.
Nurses used to pass out Camel packs
To steady nerves of soldiers switching trains
As they waited at stations,
Sergeants said, "Smoke 'em if you got 'em"
To put stiff soldiers all at ease.
Among foxhole faithful, it was thought
Unlucky to be third man on a match.
The first to gain attention, the second to sight how far away
The third is shot between cupped hands
That shield against the wind.
Categories:
parenthesis, dark, father, image, memory,
Form: Free verse
It's relatively a slow process.
A thought builds upon anticipation.
Thanks to the nostalgia ingrained by Disney.
Musically the songs are different.
Granted the press of a thumb.
Spotify, Pandora.
An assortment of different streams all profoundly deep.
Separately, the adaptation is the same.
Boy meets girl.
Eyes go on vacation.
Suddenly we're dressed in leisure.
Beautiful sights ingested by the brochures of a hotel lobby.
Just yesterday none of this seemed possible.
Everything crowed into the bends of a folded booklet.
Lost in the sensation of influential taste.
This was my outlook.
A yesterday morning spent in the hotel lobby of my own interest.
I am in sense booking my own fear.
This slow process that begins it's advance.
A millennium that begins a couple seconds past twelve.
She was the art visually spread across the brochure.
With arms wide open I fell in.
Speeding up this process ever slightly.
I still a consumer at best.
Her being the best vacation I ever been.
I am in sense booking my own fear.
Her love.
Further more exploring the secret of her parenthesis
Categories:
parenthesis, black african american, crush,
Form: Free verse
I keep your facial poses under lock
with myself as the only key
so I may live in your parenthesis.
You were a multilayered, solid color,
wishing to be a pattern of unique luster.
If a creek, you would have swollen,
if a cloud, you would have burst,
yet still, I thirst for you often.
You no longer weave me safe blankets
or shadow battle against my problems.
With constant ache I miss your blossom.
My pain cries for a permanent solving!
I live fondest imagining your punctuation
and often unlock, with a tear to hasten,
your gone phrasing for my joys encasing.
Categories:
parenthesis, grief,
Form: Free verse
Categories:
parenthesis, addiction, funny, nonsense, simple,
Form: Light Verse
(Do not allow yourself to be parenthesized
The print of your baby finger spills over the edges
Of those brackets.
You should never be an afterthought,
A clause he can delete.
Your hands fill paragraphs
The life lines and love lines
Stitch together the pages of the book
That is your body.
The stu
Stu
Stutter trapped between your lips
When you try to say his name
Builds the steps
In the library that is your soul
The blush of your cheeks fills windows with light
And you should never let him tell you otherwise.)
Categories:
parenthesis, introspection, passion, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
Repeating doubts
Squashed between
Brackets in my
Head; they clog
The free-flow!
Freedom to let
My mind wander
To and fro,
Like it does
When I'm happy!
Categories:
parenthesis, allegory
Form: I do not know?