heels spin to worn paths,
mask grimacing yesterdays—
eyes not quite so sure
if this swerve of direction
is up down or whatever
sky stares down the gaze
but chin is still uplifted
as rain lashes face—
challenging storm's resurgence
mirror's stance of defiance
cliff gave no warning
of free-fall rocks in full view,
with no hold to siege
in the up-down tailspin crash—
to pucker up start again
chisel gouges bone
features blurred recast remade
as the past erased—
yet the scar itself engraves
phantom in impost's shadow
two mirrors collide
eyes locked in a frozen glare
neither one will yield—
defiance sharper than blades
masks slam together head first
shards spill out from glass
reflections just don't matter
tattered unravelled—
what remains is radiance—
that shines from the self within
Right when i thought it was time to start (that's what I get)
Everything started falling apart (how could i forget?)
Broken heart
Finding out I was never a part...
As soon as I think I've found (that's what I get for thinking)
What I think is stable ground (how could i keep forgetting?)
I start to hear a familiar sound
My world falling apart all around
I dont mean to sound like a broken record
This loss I can no longer afford
I feel like I'm repelling without a cord
Going into war without a gun or sword
I guess i should take the hint finally
Nobody can ever really help me
I'm too broken, but I finally see
It's not the world, it's me
So from what I know
The defective has to go
Dont make it slow
Time to end this $#!@ show
I dont know how to begin
My life is in a tailspin
Not the driver, I'm in the passenger seat
Time to accept defeat.
I cut myself last night
Playing with broken glass
Trying to make myself whole again
To see from a different angle
Staring in the rearview mirror
Driving in reverse, trying to go forward
Looking to soothe doubt
By touching the void
Indulging insecurities
The cold comfort of fear
Testing my honesty
Waiting for the axe to fall
But you held onto me
That scared little boy no-one liked
Pulled him in close
Let him cry
Lifting us out of the tailspin
With your gentle heart
Telling your own story
Showing your fears
Another layer around us
As we get deeper
Stronger together
Safer in our love
Especially when your nudge my ear
with a wet nose
at 4 A.M. in the morning
then woof like an airhorn right into it.
It sure gets old, and it never fails
to send me into a tailspin
twirling madly in that alarm clock
I call my heart.
I should not let you sleep in the bedroom,
but then you'd just chew the sofa up.
At the back door freezing my ass off -
grumbling.
I hate you dog,
You come back in
flop down, legs-up,
paws waving in the air
demanding a belly rub.
O for God's sake!
Casting Off The Bow Line
Goodbye
my unwed darling
I’m married
to this dream
Freedom
calling out to me
betrothal thus
redeemed
Bachelorhood
a Siren’s calling
Feted tween
the sails
Truant winds
to act upon
Legends
tell the tale
Setting off
this final time
Rudder
in my hand
Truth when hoisted
up the mast
Liberty
— commands
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
So Imbued
Crime without sanction
honor among thieves
Tomatoes tomattos
prudish obscene
Rules as their written
intention entwined
Good becomes bad
sight becomes blind
Credence engendered
by those so imbued
A prince or a pauper
depends on your view
The world in a tailspin
no two think the same
the baby the bathwater
— praising the blame
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Time Awaits
Not connected to
the dollar
Courted
never wed
Engaged to no one
but himself
Making
his own bed
All fame and fortune
lost to fate
Constancy
of mind
Whose future readers
time awaits
His legacy
— to find
(The New Room: February, 2024)
“such much about nothing”
feck and friggin to my chagrin
while trying to monorhyme like Lin
i find i’m back at square one once again
in a square root of one imaginary unit tailspin
Cyclone stars appear in the night sky
alongside circular lights abreast an amber moon
He quietly sits by the piano and plays
sending this heart of mine into a tailspin;
Aiming straight for my glass soul
he shatters every cruel reality and replaces it
with a soft fantasy of gold...
Pouring out a melody of love's solitary journey
he unlocks every door and window.
Unaware of the air that he breathes beside me,
this longing I hold unfastens, beneath a canopy of gold
I am suddenly shaken, re-arranged and changed forever.
Written by: Mystic Rose
I'm an old fashioned fellow
In a new-fangled world,
A square peg in a very round hole.
Gone's the world I grew up in,
This one's in a tailspin
And spiraling out of control.
Sometimes it's hard to keep up
As the world rushes by
And technology isn't to blame,
But the whole human race
Needs to slow down its pace
Before velocity snuffs out its flame.
What is this strange sensation?
I can't focus on the day.
My mind is in a tailspin,
And I fritter the hours away.
Breathlessly, I gasp for air.
My fingers and toes are numb.
Temptation chills my bones.
What more will I succumb?
Balanced on a razor's edge,
I teeter on the cusp of doom.
No mercy for my ravaged heart,
Each time you walk into the room.
Searching for the chemistry that we had
Was it ur age?
She is ur age and yet not the same
Was it ur blonde hair?
She has blonde hair and still not like u
Looking for the qualities that only u possess
Smoking myself into a coma every night
Clearly out of my mind
Thoughts of u send my mind into a tailspin
Lost with no communication
Searching an uncharted piece of my soul
I have never had these damned feelings
The words u told me were lies of a hopeful heart
We will never pick up where we left off
This emptiness will never be filled
I thought that I had loved and lost before
I had no idea it was like this...
My happy place is listening to Harry Styles with u on the porch in the sunshine of May. Ur blonde hair glowing in the sunshine. White tank top, short jean shorts. Ur yellow toe nail polish.
Soon after, reality starts to take over
The clouds roll in and slowly take away my sunshine, as u disappear into the fading sunshine. I am left alone in the gloom of an overly cloudy, grey sky. I wait through the rain and snow, hoping to catch a glimpse of ur face in the sunshine.
A piece of fire candy I savor the spice,
potent in your mouth prickling your skin;
Every sweet taste is a roll of the dice;
Inhaled by a swallow would never suffice,
you neglect the luscious center within;
A piece of fire candy I savor the spice;
Risky to keep going with this heavy price,
wild prospect throws me into a tailspin;
Every sweet taste is a roll of the dice;
Heat that flushes you once or twice
addictive bite you snatch again and again;
A piece of fire candy I savor the spice;
Exploring the unknown is good advice
wearing eyes that hold an adventurous grin;
Every sweet taste is a roll of the dice;
Unexpectedly leading you to paradise,
following gut instinct is never a sin;
A piece of fire candy I savor the spice,
every sweet taste is a roll of the dice.
Once upon a time, not that long ago
I felt some kind of balance, I felt the energy flow...
it was like a drug, I wanted more and more,
And just like a drug, I'd look anywhere to score.
Try and do whatever it took to feel that way again
But everywhere I turned, I'd be put in a spin...
When I sobered up and took the nine to five,
Always longing for that which made me feel so alive.
The "normal life" was not for me, i knew this deep down.
I wasn't meant to be stuck in this god-forsaken town.
Try and do anything to feel something again,
always finding small doses, feeling the spin.
Inside my head, constantly at war,
The voices within, harder and harder to ignore.
Always feeling like it is time to go,
But to where I did not know.
Fearing I may never feel that way again,
remembering the last time, I felt the spin.
A long time has gone by since I felt that way,
Even though in my mind, it was just yesterday.
Because of this, I tend to lose track,
Getting lost, distracted, the mind gets hijacked.
Going down and down, a constant tailspin,
But I've got to pull up, I can't let them win...
two roundels
to commemorate the US National Day of Prayer, May 5, 2022
Theme: Exalt the Lord Who Has Established Us
Behold, Christ stands, forgiving sin.
Walk with Him - exalt our Savior -
Hallow Him with thanks freely giv’n.
Behold, Christ stands.
The world's words leave us in chagrin,
wretched, futile in its allure.
When God’s Spirit abides within
Jesus can establish - secure
what comments can leave in tailspin.
Render true gold, refined, made pure.
Behold, Christ stands.
Thanks be to God, worthy of praise
in Him is all knowledge - wisdom
Unto His insights, all hands raise.
Thanks be to God.
Upon our knees, in prayer we gaze
at His great mystery wherefrom
He sent His Son. He sets ablaze
our hearts’ devotion to succumb
to suffering, standing amazed
at God’s power to overcome.
Thanks be to God.
May 5, 2022
To some, a single National Day of Prayer seems trivial. I do not see it as such; I pray every day and trust the Almighty God of the the Universe to work all things to the good of those that love and reverence His name.
To faire du genoux in Paris
They mounted a wheel called Ferris
A few times around
Without touching ground
And her eyes shone like Polaris
CHILDHOOD SEX
(for D.P.)
Oh, where is she now, love of my life, the woman I adore?
(I was five that summer, and she eighteen–—
in my childish heart of hearts, I had promised to marry,
knowing nothing of heartbreak and the grownup world of desire!)
— she walked up the steps ahead of me—
wearing a pair of those 1940s-style-cut white short-shorts
like Lana Turner wore in “Postman”:
and my heart did a tailspin–a turnover–—
from which I have never fully recovered!
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