Harsh asymmetrical contour following dislocated noncontextual departure.
Roaming, haphazardly choreographed with precise misaligned determination.
Mindfully staggering indistinguishable purpose, consistently in linear circumnavigation.
A matter of process, a state of perpetual traversal, saves from permanence.
The ad infinitum of specificity is quantum, the superposition allowing consistent continuity while indelibly transposing by observance.
Redundant to its operation, yet necessary in its function.
Leaving spaces unfiled by way of impetus, whilst evidently consiquential.
Paradoxically self referential, pertinently inescapable ever presence.
Categories:
unfiled, depression, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
She renders me unstable,
A force too wild to cradle.
Her laughter cascades,
Like untamed hair upon my chest,
Each word a dagger, sharp and true,
Yet she is my unbridled joy, my undoing too.
She throws her head back,
And my world dissolves,
A riot of mirth only time absolves.
A burst of fireworks, bright and wild,
She ravages my soul, both fierce and unfiled.
Unashamed, she tips the scale,
My reason frays, my senses fail.
Her passion roars, a flame untamed,
An endless hunger I cannot name.
She crashes like tides that never recede,
A tempest feeding my boundless need.
Raw and relentless, she tears me apart,
Unraveling threads that bind my heart.
Her scent lingers, a maddening snare,
A whisper of chaos woven in air.
Madness blooms in her tangled mind,
A force too vast for time to bind.
Her face, a timeless grace,
Galaxies bloom within her gaze.
She walks as though the stars conspire,
To leave a path of eternal fire.
She shakes my world, her tempest reigns,
Glee and destruction in her wake remain.
And as I plunge into the swell,
I’m lost to her, a willing farewell.
Categories:
unfiled, adventure, analogy, desire, eulogy,
Form: Rhyme
The Eyes Have It
Eyes sharpened at the whetstone
Honed to a glistening edge,
They used them to slice and dice for
Homeworks forgotten;
Rooms left in cyclonic disarray;
Reports unfiled;
Presents left ungiven;
Promises unkept---
Scythe-like orbs slipped into you
And poured you into the ground an
Unripened watermelon pulp
oozing red and pits.
They said that eyes had not
A rapier wit, nor rending ability
Though you learned they did,
As life essence formed a puddle
Like water broken before birth.
Categories:
unfiled, evil,
Form: Free verse
Rummaging thru a shoe box filled with paper, each page a note of thoughts and feelings all
jumbled together. I pick thru them looking for one good feeling, one ray of hope, but
thoughts are in bold blood red letters triggering a cascade of feelings of dread and dispare,
so many negatives so few positives. I begin to feel hollowed out this is to much of a task to
file each one away, unable to get away from the terror of myself.
Categories:
unfiled, depressionfeelings,
Form: I do not know?
High summer. We sat poolside at your old friend’s
multi-million dollar house overlooking a smoggy city.
Inside his AC-chilly walls, I searched for words
to praise the decor, couches so plump
with designer pillows, I couldn’t sit down; exotic rugs
I was afraid to walk on. Mi casa es su casa,
your friend declared, but it wasn’t true.
Now we’ve come back home. Heaven
is the comfortable squalor of this bungalow
under cottonwoods shedding brittle leaves; heaps
of unfiled poems, our own breath
filling our own space.
Categories:
unfiled, happiness, people, places,
Form: Free verse