Break-Up
She let me down,
Basically, kicked me “OUT!” of town...
Turned things around,
Turned my smile N 2 a frown...
I all MOST drowned,
Was a patient in a gown,
Snapped @ the very sound,
Of my cage like a dawg at the lb.
Trapped in a rage,
Nothing on that which I could count,
Still, I am feeling kind of down,
I want to leave this town,
NOW!!!
Hungry for change...
Like a bloodhound,
Feeling deranged all the same,
For crying out loud...
In mind’s mold of webbed design
Stray strands of strange shapes align
Diverse modes not unified
In psyche unstratified
In its fold fond secrets hide
Safe from prying world outside
Detachment proud mind least cares
Frail conceit it slyly bears
Pixelated, dark, and with word I did not know,
I met you with that mask.
And though I’m sure I have memorised it’s crevices,
Your shirt, the glasses.
I feel guilty about it still.
God is something of many that connects us,
Something that loosened our ropes,
And your cross is highlighted in my moonlight,
And yet I’m drawn to you still.
Your wisdom outshines mine,
And you bask in it well,
And your tan fingers ran over my route before me,
I follow along, to my peers’ disdain,
And I look up to you still.
For, my dear, you have been through hell
And with each of my beats the ache grows,
And your scars match my own,
And your lack of an ichor leash let the worst inside,
And we fall today still.
And my protection I do wish you had,
Though our locations do not align,
Shared nations, interests,
And realising you may know me best,
Yet I have not met you still.
When ever I venture out my back door, there's way more ducks then the time before. I'm beginning to feel like a celebrity with my new webbed family. These quacking friends, my paparatzzi are always patiently waiting for me.
Trapped in a consciousness freezing constantly,
burning with the sun under the dense cold tree.
Astounding, so grounding, surmounting you go,
Applauding, intending, pretending indeed.
Dancing with the ocean with submerged bare feet,
The very quest of nature, u barely can see.
So are you a seeker, of the very true degree,
Walking atop the twigs, of a rhyming old tree.
Numbers so scattered around although they do agree,
So is the locus of nature, a progressive fabonacchi.
Am I a slave of material world or I so am free,
Deep in search of freedom, so webbed are we.
Weeping Webbed World
(Apropos of a Syrian Nightmare)
Affronts to humanity streak the skies
Like once perched war eagles
Soaring over communities of prey
Where the lingering smell of death
Is as normal as the scent flowers once had.
A grieving webbed world in abject apathy
Awaits the cesarean births of hope and peace—
Hope and peace laboring on the delivery table of life.
Will they too, become miscarriage siblings?
I have webbed feet
And everyone knows
Flip flops don’t fit
When you have no toes
I can dance, I can jump
I can run, I can sprint
I can even leave my own web print!
We weave webbed words while welcoming wisdom.
Whiny William Walleye Was Witnessed Wandering Westwardly While Wailing Wildly. We Were Warily Watching Will Wobbly Walk When We Winced Worriedly.
Why, We Wondered, Would Will Wear What Was Winter Ware When Warm Weather Was Weldingly Wounding.
Will Was Washed-out, Worse, We Watched Will Wither, Wide-eyed, Without Whispering Warning.
Why Were We Waiting When We Wished Will Well?
Waving, We Went Were Will Was With Water. Will Wouldn't Willingly Waste Well Willed Welcoming Water, Would Will? Will Weakly Wheezed While Wolfing What Will Wanted, Which Was Wonderful Well-Water.
Obsolete spiders
Throw tantrums when webbed freedom
Beckens it's soldiers
Erow.
And I love you so,
caught in a silver bow
in my cobwebbed mind
Searching for a way out,
spider webs of doubt
tie me painfully but kind…
Moonlight blazes
in your cold lovely gazes,
eyeing me with arachnid intent
Silence shatters
as a mild wind scatters
the shells of my body into the night
And I love you still,
not allowing to spill
my soul as we've joined into me
Blood in my eyes,
but to hurt to ever cry,
rainy days come and go,
Webbed eyes cannot see truth
but you never pass by.
You ask for truth and love,
but the answer hides
behind your eyes.
you want my heart merged
with yours,
you want our bodies entwined
as one,
you want me to join your
love of lies,
But I see straight through you,
with my webbed eyes.
Today,
I must do something with this afro.
loose strands blow
in the wind.
I need a new style,
something different than before.
A buzz cut?
NO!
Had that all my life.
Style with gel?
NO!
Corn rolls?
NO!
I think I want braids...
Thirty dollars later,
three hours of pulling, twisting,
back spasms crippling
me.
my equilibrium shot
I walk with a sway.
But,
my hair looks good today.
Cob web design,
no straight lines,
Side-burns cut to fade,
matching my spider web braids..
Jared Pickett
12/10/09
Asavvy1
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