Life is a twisted dream,
A series of colorful scenes.
Some seasons go by with the sun shining in sky,
Beautiful and warm, encouraging me on.
Other times I linger in the darkest night,
No stars to guide me, no moon in sight.
No hand to hold as I stumble along,
A fight in my mind of what I do wrong,
A constant reminder that I am alone.
The panic, the doubt, the unreasonable disease,
That drags me down and buckles my knees.
All the medication in the world cannot fix me.
I grieve the person I am left to be;
The shame and frustration smothers me.
Iron spine in shadowed quiet,
Waiting for the warmth to stay.
Resting in the frosty moonlight,
Watching snowbanks drift away.
Holds the ghosts of parted lovers,
Tracing lines on weathered wood.
Endless winter never smothers,
Where the tranquil wood has stood.
Let us dream for better days,
When different colors and different shades
Correlate into a beauty only diversity can show.
Our curls caressing the same wind,
The wind that calls for change.
Change—
Has it happened enough to cushion our pain?
We carry in our bosoms,
In our wombs
Til it grows so big it smothers rooms
Encapsulating our souls,
Til they turn a deep — deep blue.
But we shall rise as the sun shall rise.
And the tides of tears flown down our cheeks,
Fill rivers no man can deny.
We are light with room for every color.
But this color is mine.
A silent shelter passed down like treasure.
We don't cry — we whine.
Our hips grooving and moving the waves of change.
Yearning and churning—
For true change.
Stand with us as one.
In formation.
Hand in hand.
As we sing for equality to finally come.
I lie beneath the heavens, blind to skies,
For stars have turned their faces, cold and dim.
The moon, once bold, now wears a mournful guise,
And whispers truths that fade into the brim.
My heart, a shattered mirror, cracked with time,
Its edges cut by shadows, deep and vast.
Each breath a war, each thought a fleeting crime,
A memory drowned in echoes of the past.
The night, a cloak that smothers every light,
The firmament devours all my fragile hope.
My tears, once clear, now fall in blighted flight,
A broken chord, a tangled, fraying rope.
The end draws near, a voice so soft, so sweet—
Yet I, bound in chains, have lost the strength to meet.
The water drums its powerful beat
and darkness smothers the skies.
A flash of light,
tears open the night
but just as quickly dies.
Nature growls a feral warning
that rumbles through the ground.
It takes hold
of heart and soul
with its terrifying sound.
Earth's fury is unmatched
no matter what the form.
But the strongest lies
within the skies,
the fury of a storm.
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silence thick
smothers midnight’s breath
shapes shift slow, unseen
streetlight hums wordless bisque hymns
bus brakes sigh
bus halts, waits
exhaust fumes taste sharp
wipers thwick-thwack-thwoc
blades clearing what eyes can not
squeak. blink. gone.
You can see, but you don’t care
You look past the misery in my eyes and stare at my canvas face, a door closed forever
My thoughts locked inside and yours on the counter
I thought maybe one day you would open that door and pour into me
I pound at the walls of flesh, I scream, but still
Your silence smothers me, my wounds bleed forever, never to be covered
You can see, but you don’t see me
What you see isn’t what you get, but you wouldn’t know, you’d just forget
I’m not that blank canvas, I’m more, open that door and see
See me
You can’t
You couldn’t
Even if you stared forever
Good days can be found if we
Open up our eyes and see
The beauty we all can find
When we leave troubles behind
In the past and move forward
Leading all future days toward
Happiness lit up with light
That is sunny and so bright
Walk down a road filled up with smiles
Stretching for miles and miles
Take one step after another
Stomping out the bad that smothers
The brightness from shining through
Blocking happiness from you
Night creeps into midday,
enters the dawn and lingers,
it arrives too early on a summer evening.
This night-light is moonless,
it surrounds you as you drive
to a gravesite, or as you lay
in a clinically white mausoleum
too close to a fraying thread of life.
It slides under a thought, smothers it,
as you reach for a dark-red wine
a glass saturated with nocturnal memories.
This light I speak of
speaks also for every word
that has sunk too deeply
in the shadows of the mind
It has its own sky,
and it is we who create its atmosphere.
Focusing on my self; no other
filtered out all negative feelings
cut ties with deceptive dealings
home is calling so don't bother
Feeling things that make no sense
a little of revenge, guilt, anger, fuss
a lot of love, faith, truth, and trust
Thinking of things conjuring defense
Eliminate thoughts of all others
took for granted with misjudgment
challenging my truth with argument
now stuck in shame that smothers
No allies in this deceptive outer world
most live for bribes lies no alibis
all I truly hear is loud curdling cries
devastated by the truth, only can hurl
Let this be a lesson to trust only self
trust your own feeling and knowing
forgiveness and healing for growing
always room to help improve oneself
Not understanding my role in your life
no longer needed spoken or explained
hate jealousy greed no longer retained
dismantling what The Divine calls strife
Completes my assignments with grace
highs lows many death and rebirth
bring back LOVE to beautiful Earth
LOVE is home there's no other place
Tears, they flow as giddy gushing streams,
and meddle with our facile sense of joy,
seamlessly they interface cod emotions,
whirlpool laughter smothers trite elation,
smirking bogus rivulet, weeping willow branch,
to that toxic ocean known as hollow mirth
Looking for a new way,
To inspire my day.
Dropping what I love,
Chasing my joy away.
Trying to change ways,
And the part I play.
To reflect,
A better aspect,
Of Myself.
Tearing it off,
Putting it on the shelf.
Seeking discipline,
To complete my mission.
So you will listen,
And See,
Just how happy,
It made me,
To ride crazy waves.
Inside my mind,
Bringing me so high,
Crashing down to cry.
Retrying,
Another ride.
I Should've Died.
Instead,
An Everyday battle,
Goes on in my Head,
Chasing away the Joy.
Losing my hold,
As Life grew old,
Doing all I was told.
Now chasing my Joy,
Like It's a Toy.
To be played with,
To be Owned,
Like I have no control.
Like a Material,
Coating my Soul.
Letting Go,
I see no colors.
Hiding beneath cover,
Hoping Life Smothers,
The pain and sorrows.
Chase away today,
I don't want Tomorrow,
I want to stop right now,
And wait for my JOY to grow.
bedazzled by jewels
beguiled by the gem of you~
diamond eternal
as fake gold duals
alloys mix unbanding two~
with flames infernal
tears drowning in pools
blinders tunnel, love eschews~
so notes my journal
Love is
Surrounded by Monarch butterflies,
on migration
A tingling in your gut
does not defy
A warmness flutters inside
When flowers perfume
When you are near
You feel the same, I shall assume
Love hurts
When rubies now rhinestones,
dullen, sullen
Diamonds now glass,
cutting deep
Pollen smothers,
I swallow my sorrows
My bleeding heart
Let’s stay together
Dowse the drought
Better a diamond with a flaw
than a pebble without
Coal tar zombie mouth leaks town gas syrup
Meat hook telegraphy indicator cameras hypnagogic
Liverwurst elegy beneath the frosting
Cinderblock reverie churns with mildew
Manus? Grilled cheese sandwich.
Cantonal enchantress, covered blossoms.
Necropolis euthanized, springtime salad.
Rhinestone rookery smothers loquat
Done well,
another’s
terse form to dwell
on druthers.
Oh so short and sweet,
(too long just smothers)
concise, complete,
it casts the briefest spell.
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There are several variations on a Varselle, but this one is done as syllables and using the rhyming scheme. 2a:3b:4a:3b:5c:5b:4c:6a
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