Your brain spilled like wine
Roots severed in gory detail
Thorn's twist around the vine,
I loved that you were not fine.
And you ate my leftovers
greedily: an apple core, a slice of salami and my chocolate cake
infantile on the couch curled, my
Caterpillar cucooned in bedcovers.
I loved that you died
by my side
Reverse birth and I knew you'd do it
I knew you'd done it when I walked
through the door
and it smelt like silk.
In the kitchen, where the hob held some sort of memory
I thought of how my red legacy spilt through
the white duvet,
And how
you could never make a fuss when I didn't stay
And how you could never really cook,
though you tried to.
Fraud lord marching with an orange smoothie mind
Every step he takes leaves shattered order behind
Power in his grip and he bends it to his will
Nothing in his path has the strength to make him still
Shadows twist around him when he moves through the night
Any truth that rises gets erased from sight
He keeps on advancing with a cold relentless stride
Walking through the wreckage like the world already died
The Dusky-
olive green emerges into pale yellow appearance
thy baton dignifies engagement to Lizzy's emergence.
yellow, a pictogram of thy intellect, insights and joyousness
beholder of polish grace, thou, her unspoken liveliness
Shyness thy sweet ornament, eyes the doors to forgetfulness
O' Darcy,
time cuddles thy wrist, fingers twist around the twig
Thy affection, her reflection, a melody, a mumbling click
Small town boy, thou are, relishing elegance, thou live in
And around where the birds sing and swing for thou, her twin
She too, unheard and undeclared yet integral and transparent grin
Thy sunflower-
Reminds the theory, one for other, forever and ever ahead
Sipping sips from each integrity, their compassion, a consistent thread
Spring welcomes thy counts in; autumn forget his loss even
Only thy persona, twinkles in her literary arena; she choosily given
Thy speed is the speed of light, beyond her serene delight.
Looking at her I see a scene
A scene of fresh roses which bloom
Around green grass and small blue flowers
She is sweet like the honey bees that buzz
and as gorgeous as the Victorian architecture the gazebo frames
she is as graceful as the peaceful water movements which stir the pond
Her hair braids like the plethora of vines which twist around the columns
it swoops around her ears as the soft clouds float
the many shades of brown remind me of her everlasting warmth
tiny white daisies speckled in her hair with their petals open and blooming
her lips as pink as a bouquet of tulips and lilies
the light in her eyes as bright as the north star
Her voice sings in my ears as I listen to her melody
It whistles through the light wind and chirps of birds
She sings with such colour as a royal sunset painted across the sky in the late evening
The scene she creates in my head brings me comfort
I imagine the endless flowers which line paths and benches
And a gazebo where we dance slow to the morning dove’s song
In shadows deep where chaos grips my heart, A whispered cry is heard from the darkened cells
A child once laughing beneath a sunlit sky, Now lost in the darkness of despair.
Fear crawls like a serpent in the night, its scales revealing the demons I bear
I drown in thoughts that bind me to this cage, a battle fought against silent screams as shadows twist around my mind. I wrestle with the darkness, afraid of what will happen when I close my eyes
Each tear is a river, each sigh a struggle; my mind wrestles with the demons that dance in front of me, mocking me.
I fight against the tide, but it pulls me in deeper
Passion lies not in fear towards cheer,
To conquer unknown gestures behind
Some rare laughter, but so insincere..
Those words, tongues twist around; disappear
Until tears grow no link to being blind.
Fear of long awaited hope shapes care,
Set to beat tricks, lust stages alright
With pure intentions to outsmart stare...
That could lay hold on twists playing fair,
Till laughter couldn't shine bright; its light
And clinch onto tears that caress pain;
Driven by proposed fear's turnaround.
Will choosy purpose does actuate gain?
To cover up a seeming less stain
Not enough to stop laughs, tears expound.
Laughs powered by prospects of lost fool,
Timing brainy approaches cum risk
Of growing fearless life goals on pool,
Dim laughs could rarely survive by rule-
Sets standard fitness, fear barely whisk.
Three, two, one, it's the one o'clock jump
A brand new dance for you clumsy lumps
Get up there and shake
Twist around like a snake
To show us you can still wiggle your rump
The lights on the tree homely,
The tinsel on the tree royal.
Fashion us to embrace regal,
Our loved ones who date only.
Blue, yellow, red and green,
Twist around, turn in, drop,
These lights grace the chop,
Step back for aperture keen,
Another year, the fuse is away,
Time to change it, no problem:
Kindles hearts, smiles, kids’ say.
The glistening and cheer born.
Leggings cuddle my thick thighs
Making me feel so contented
With the chubbiness I feel inside
When I go to try on my wardrobe
Leggings bring me to peace with myself
When I would be dishonored by jeans
They feel so soft and willing to bend
That I love them like I never could believe
Leggings caress my legs with their knits
Leaving me room to twist around and sit
Letting me know that I have the curves
To fill up my leggings with pure chubbiness
Leggings remind me just why I can feel
Assured that I still have a little sex appeal
They tighten around me just enough to reveal
The curve of my thighs and calves fascination
Leggings are the best part of my apparel
They leave me with a feeling of appreciation
Let me breathe freely and feel the open air
With a sense of self-expression alive for dancing
You turn an age it dawns on you
This twist you've taken, you must stop
You turn in a new direction
But by a twist of fate you flop!
If you turn that which is anchored
Then that turn becomes a twist
So now with this new twisted turn
You wonder of, what was dismissed!
Turn up, turn down, or twist around
Turns and twists are everywhere
Do you know where you might have been,
If all those twists and turns weren't there?
So twist the wheel of fate around
For your next turn, give it a spin
Which ever way that you might twist
It turns to where, it should have been!
My eyes screamed as the blinding yellow light latched itself modest self upon me.
Why?
It happened so fast—so unexpectedly.
At first, my mouth watered as the taste of peppermint fermented on my tongue and the scent of jasmine danced in my thoughts. I was so happy, and I am still so happy.
But why do I lie here on the ground, drawing a sweat as I have to consciously pump air in and out of my lungs! Why do I stare at the ceilings at night thinking of nothing but those tormenting demons who scream me lullabies at night! I am so happy!
The days are blinks, and the nights linger like the smell of a rotting opossum disemboweled on the turnpike. My bed encases me, and my sheets burn my wrists and ankles as they twist around my unwilling body.
“Help me, please!” I will silently scream. “Please.”
Hours go by and my eyes burn from the salty crust forming around them. Even blinking took too much strength, for the night devours my will, my hope, my time.
So here I am. Happy. I truly am happy. But I can’t explain why the nights love me so. Maybe it’s because I might not love myself as much as they love me.
Someone has pickled the butterflies
Which now line like lead
My black box belly,
A living dearth.
We twist around little sorrys, our
Cement-mixer minds
absorb from Telly
What we're worth.
Dry-ice autopilot turns on, as
Words fly past windows,
Staining like jelly
The slow earth.
Three, two, one, it's the one o'clock jump
A brand new dance for you clumsy lumps
Get up there and shake
Twist around like a snake
To show us you can still wiggle your rump
© Jack Ellison 2015
How do I not act? How do I not pose?
With all preceding my own example; how may I ever taste memory outside belonging?
Stand fast and make way when determined.
All you will do, lives just outside until I come in with my own examples.
Gross to begin...sin lies and abides cost..everything costs...
30 Minutes of emotional difference spent...30 times I've finished set list and still recover
from 30 bent attempts.
How do I not act when my pose forgets after a slight turn of events?
Years and moments. Fears, I've noticed, lie sick, bent and twist around focus.
Like you, I am age passive.
Stand fast, determined, and pray to ignorance as she once gave cause, now she claims plastic hands protect her from how I act when lost.
Dancing with the devil
Like I never danced before
Doing the fiery tango
On a fire flaming floor
In the crook of his arm
Our hips pressed together
Curving me round and round
Like I'm a weightless feather
Our feet move to Milonga
While forsaken souls watch
White cheek pressed to red cheek
His breath smells of age old scotch
My foot darts between his shoes
A fancy leg twist around his calf
Capturing the heat and passion
While trying not to hysterically laugh
If I can dance to perfection
Ironically I'll get to leave
Angels give me strength
And let my soul win reprieve
For I was meant to dance
In paradise on a white cloud
Sent to hell for dancing the tango
In Heaven only waltzes are allowed
7/11/2013
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