poetry – Poétique

Holding Out

A seagull in the fog
A day and nine hours away
A hundred miles
And with no one to play

I can acquire the world
Plan for all the things to do

But somehow

It doesn’t mean very much
Unless you’ve got someone
To share it with

Closer to you

GÄ

Swirled up swirled down
Dip your finger in me
And swirl it around
Maybe in Alaska there
Is less heat to go around
Maybe the moths are happier
Take off running
Into the distance
Into the sound
I have a clever way of
Balancing the ups and downs
I like to monitor the waves
Whenever you’re around
Detaching from my intergalactic
Outer spacial crown
King of the unknown
Master of all invisible forces
I spread my arms out like wings
Set to fly above the organ keys
Just a minute piece of
What’s left dripping
In the outer bounds of
Nature grass and earth
Ready to give birth to
New comings even if I
Do not have a womb
Too many questions
Not enough answers
Resting my head
Upon your shoulder
Just before bed
Is it all still left unsaid
Just a caraway seed
And a bubbling head
A nonsensical way
To relax into
The perfume that ascends
Around us

Unrequited Love

Unrequited relinquish me
My indispensability leaves me
Like the leaves leave the trees
Open and vulnerably waiting
Just to see if he may consciously
Play dumb while his smile
Inadvertently romances me
The wit, the charm, the desire
For his arms reciprocally
Is there no escape
From this complex quality
Of love that cannot be
Exchanged equally
Is it indefinitely held
Suspended like a favorable sweet
Able to touch it but still
Somehow out of reach
Unrequited victim to myself
Addicted to this euphoria
Should it lead me to
Anxiety should it paint a path
Of negativity an embarrassment
To be held here by myself
In chains that only I sustain to be
What will become of me
In this unrequited love
Protagonistic means
To conjure covetable dreams
An unrealistically portrayed
Imaginary painting of our need
To be together differently
Than how we are in current sync
Unrequited love unselfishly
Accepting forlornly the suffering
In love euphorically deceived
Relinquish me for I cannot
It seems with years
Wrapped round my legs and arms
Of wanting this to be
More than it’s capable of being
I will not give away the friendship
I will not give away the time we’ve spent
I would not know how to
Relieve this
Even if I tried and I have tried
To turn it off
To name the moment
To kiss the stars
Unrequited love
It will always live with me
Just as you always will you see
Be locked inside my seams
I made an honest mistake
When I met you
To fall in love for you
Was not what I intended
Was not what I intended
Was not what I intended
But I believe
Even if it was never meant to be
My depth of love for you
Cannot be easily deceased
Nor could I know
And when from which way
Would I even fain retreat

My Heart

Thank you
For holding
My heart
Even when
I couldn’t

I Have a Disease

I have a talking disease
I can’t seem to stop my lips
From speaking these things
I have a talking disease
It puts my trembling heart
At ease
At ease

I have a sharing disease
I can’t seem to stop my arms
From hugging everything
I have a sharing disease
It satisfies me just to please
To please
To please

I have a kissing disease
I don’t want to keep my mouth
Away from thee
Away from thee

I have a loving disease
An I can’t stop loving you disease
What a beautiful sickness
What a glorious flu
What a wonderful infection
Can you see what you do?

In the Palms

You have to let people discover
All your dark and twisted places inside

In the place of creation
We don’t need to burden ourselves
With high expectations
See what flows from your heart
Imagination and playful starts

Maybe we are amazing
Because we acquire things
Maybe there is nothing amazing
About the things that we acquire

I think we all have to lose our minds
Just a little bit
Every once in awhile
No one completely has it together
At the time

Showing the soft underbelly
Also known as the vulnerable parts
Is an awakening for everyone
Not just for ourselves
Not just for the leaves
That will drop and create worry
But to allow someone
To hold the entire tree
The sapling that is you
In the palms of their hands

Between Us

In a lot of ways
I am incoherent too
That’s okay you see
Because you remind me
To be coherent of you
Your beauty
Your willingness to
Open up see is just
Unlikely for most or anyone
You ask me
How can I see you
Like it’s a crime
And yet I can’t define
How it is that I
Do see you
In every way
From across the moon
In just how you move
I hope my words are
Better that they
Elevate you
Poetry is just a fucked up
Game that all of us play
To say how much we
Love and how much we feel
I’m boring please love me
Wait do I say that out loud
Or am I lying if I don’t
Or tell me just tell me the
Thing it is that I am to say
Maybe I said it
Before yesterday
But I know if I said it
I should remember
But if I wrote the right words
If I express this in
Just the right way
Beyond all the text
What I wanted to say
At least I said this today
Before I read it again
You will always have this

In Whatever Way

All the things we do
All the seeds we plant
Nothing compares to
Standing on these steps
And thinking of you

Watching the rain fall down
On the flowers that I placed
In the ground thinking of us
Day dreaming of you is the
Best way to pass the time

I love to picture your arms
Around me
It’s just a thought
Nothing based in reality
Making up is part of the fun

And why not
Love remains
In every pulse
Every beat every tremor
In your throat when you speak

To hear you say so many things
In such a way that I
Can’t control the chills
Up my neck and
Standing on the deck
Of life I see you

In whatever way you
Decide to find yourself
In some space
Dripping rays of light
Beaming from your face
With me

You don’t know your effect
That’s the beauty of your innocence
The gorgeousness displaced
In the vast terrain
The visceral unexplained
In the soil
Of my heart

Fly by the Moon

Fly by the moon
Flower underneath my nose
Cigarette at my lips
Warm cup of tea awaiting
Ignorance is bliss

Fly by the moon
Come away with me tonight
Feel the wind beneath
The light in yonder sky

We can fly
Even with a few feathers gone amiss
La lune is waiting patiently
To highlight every move
The breath of brilliance

Cut out a paper airplane
Even if to fold it from the sky
A piece of heaven
Drifting through the clouds
Inherent we can fly

To plant a garden
In the moon dust of your heart
My favorite flower is
Your image twirling in my eye

Fly by the moon
A white windstorm is heading
As starred azaleas take to bloom
In the crescent of your smile
Above the gloom

Category: poetry