It's just some banter,
It's what they all say,
But sometimes just banter means they need to find a lantern,
So they can find a way to stay,
To walk through the dark that is their mind,
To walk through the pond,
That is yet so blind,
It's just some banter,
Tell that to me,
I know a kid who needed some love,
But because of some banter she has given up,
Because of the banter that they sold,
Because of the banter that has been unfold,
Because of the banter that is unlinked,
And yet the banter is still the only thing that can stay,
When everything else leaves.
Categories:
unlinked, 9th grade,
Form: Free verse
What is the age
of reality itself
Older than
a metaphor
Unreferenced
on a shelf
What is the distance
unmeasured from within
Spoken of
but never seen
A poets
dying whim
What is time uncounted
as numbers lose their clout
The hourglass
returned to sand
An abacus
in doubt
What is love ungifted
but feelings’ last excuse
To roam unlinked
between the chains
And blame it
—on the Muse
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Categories:
unlinked, time,
Form: Rhyme
A relationship ersatz
~ never connects the dots
Categories:
unlinked, analogy, confusion, relationship,
Form: Epigram
As the violins soar, her poor heart sinks
Music can't reach her, now she's unlinked
Yesterday life was vibrant and bright
Today's plunged in darkness, without any light
She sits in the audience, glum as can be
A melody throbs in her heart -- Woe is me
How fickle is love, how impermanent passion
Turns day into night, the sun's face ashen
Categories:
unlinked, day, heart, light, love,
Form: Couplet
HOPE, THE PAINT MOVER
The patterned palette clasping the melted rainbow
doesn’t take time to dry as streaks of colored bone
if the amateur painter waits long and doesn’t know
how to choose the colors fast and select their tone.
The blank canvas waiting silent on the slanting easel,
the unpainted bare face wrinkles in creeping wet air
if the unsure moody painter hesitates awhile to tell
the dormant imagination to make the motif in color.
The hued palette, the waiting canvas and the painter
turn into a useless unlinked trio in the pursuit of art
if they can’t find for their purpose prime paint mover,
the camel haired innocuous painting brush to start.
The brush comes alive in the painter’s nimble fingers,
paints from the pliant palette with ardor it captures.
The face of charming canvas glows in collage of colors,
in surreal art form the nebulous imagination appears.
When winds of stormy time abrades life’s canvas bare
how long the painted rainbow will last you’ve no clue.
If all the colors start to melt in the torrents of despair
in color of future dip the mind’s brush hope gives you.
October 9, 2018
Categories:
unlinked, analogy, color, hope, life,
Form: Rhyme
Unlinked to the tree
he doesn’t know his family–
stands aloof, questions
ancestors don’t change
the mood of the weather:
the leaf needs his name
Categories:
unlinked, dark, family,
Form: Free verse
There's a spot in my life that's
been void filled and I cry with
a morbid intensity when I think of
him as I do now. He's healed
something baggage born so I can
leave it in a waste basket. I can
stare at his innocence for hours and
plead for his happiness in all that I
dosay--I double dare to be all he
sees and desires not to dread. Swim
pool water eyes glimpse his face, his
manner mighty in cause and jolly at
what his fantasies are. I've not missed
anything so like this moment that I
carry his picture, his soul, his incarnate
within me---at all times. Worthy worry
span my capabilities to challenge me for the
"mirror mirror" my reflection is his
reality; am I ready for/to be the casual
task bearer for him to model to be
himself and unlinked to the scattered
Sociopotpourri he's likely to ever encounter.
Not to shield or shell his karma
Not to woe in his wilfulness
Not to denegrate a copious freedom format
for fatherson ambigupatriarchophobia decline
but to hold him to my dear heart chest
to die for him in allways to make him
at no cost in allways a human being.
a Bull for all seasons. I love you my sons.
Categories:
unlinked, baby, birth, character, father,
Form: Free verse
Now where the world cries
Then when a life bleeds
For a memory once broken
As the eyes of melancholy looks down on you
Family or none the waves of hope goes unlinked
Ties that bind
World that bleeds
Savior self
The main ways of a growing tree
Within the wind and the water placed upon the seed inside the earth
Elements missing for the moment of possession
Is there a god
Tell him im still waiting for the answers
Because waiting is not a choice for me
I can lose it all
But i cry not
Because from the sand I've known how to do a life
Like from the dust he did too
Now i can walk straight path to the left
Because the motives of fairs is no longer in my eyes
Run not from this night
Anyways the world lingers the same with different views but same ending
Welcome now
To the gate of my truth
Categories:
unlinked, life, world,
Form: Free verse
Tedious of ephemeral dreams
I prefer to be in a coma
If my thoughts are where you reside
I shall close my eyes for eternity
My empyreal cerebrations
ostend the painstaking reality
that a body of water
has unlinked us both
Thus far, I have survived
without your company,
which is what keeps me sane,
and secure; That if I were
to cede it, I shall go sightless
And life shall lose it's felicity
Categories:
unlinked, lost love, romance,
Form: I do not know?
Tropical currents generate warmth.
Palms fronds and wild nectar drift lightly along.
Busy, manicured streets run straight.
Where can I hear that pure song?
The tune from your heart so divine,
it's melody can never be gone.
Is this meeting the first or the last?
Can chains be unlinked and finally stand broken?
Fears have been realized and shaken.
Too much has been written and spoken.
Your intoxicating persona has drugged me.
A wounded life cannot be bought with a token.
I have dreamed of caressing your cinnamon skin,
running my hands through your raven strands of hair.
To be united with your soul in this world,
on a distant island without a care,
where stolen moments must last a lifetime.
A permanent home is what we should share.
Categories:
unlinked, lost love, places, drug,
Form: Rhyme
too much from me
too little from you
something that's not
fades to blue
two hearts unlinked
one heart goes
nothing given
nothing shown
hurt will heal
once revealed
over spans of time
pain gets sealed
Categories:
unlinked, introspection
Form: Verse