poetry – Page 25 – Poétique

Billet-doux

Winnowed and widowed
She said “You’re not that good.”
Every song sounds the same

Where was my love letter
Write a sweet note to yourself

She appeared differently
This time two of her selves
I said I don’t believe you
But also people lie anyway
To themselves first
Then to the rest of us

She was
Not impressed
A voice that told me so
An undeniable look

I sat down with her
At a table for lunch
And we shared a meal
And a story about herself
To herself

Voices outside our
Own heads can be
Just as lethal

Please don’t insert yourself
Without my permission
Into my life

Whatever your desires
Thank you for sharing
Honey on toast
Will end soon

Long distance
Makes a better choice
For us wherever
No need just
Winnow me

Detach

I can hear the echoes
Of a life happening
Outside the chambers
Of my ears and arms

I can’t seem to grasp
Hold of the outside
Overwhelming
Coming down
Crashing in and
Disappearing a
Host to show up
For you until you
No longer need me
Anymore this marks
The territory we tread
People can use you
Until they’re done
There is no other
Way to feel but
Detached sadness

I can hear the echoes
Of a life happening
Outside the chambers
Of my ears and arms

Lanterne

I wanted to do everything with you
But in the end I had to do it myself

Let’s stop being disappointed
Leaving me like this in the wind
I wanted to do it myself
But it was hard to
Do it without you

How could I
He really wanted it
It was already completely gone
I wanted to do everything with you

Firestorm
Firestorm

We had a great time trying
Grinding materials
Withered leaves
Repeated garden
Disappointing love life
Sprinkle salt around the edges
Almost consistent
Reason for no reason
Swallows are dancing

After midnight
I wanted to do everything with you
I will accept what we had
Next step
To do everything

With someone else

Hold Me

Did I cross into this place
Here by mistake
I’m being careful
Not to wake you
With every step I take
It’s like paradise
To watch you sleep so sound
I tiptoe lightly on the ground
Like a feather where I’ve found
This remarkable creatures touch
That stings my heart
No one would believe me
If I told them what I saw

This moment is a soft bed
Made of love
And my face is close enough to feel
Your breath breathe
On my cheek
This warmth makes silence
Difficult to keep
I’m so still and yet so weak
Why am I so afraid to speak

So you can see
How deep my love can go
Would you answer me
If I let me feelings show you
Over and over again
Over and over again
I can’t pretend that I
Don’t want to know
What it would feel like
If you would hold me

I don’t want to risk the beauty
That we share
On the level we already have
The chance to be aware
But I also can’t deny
The way I feel
I’m like a bird inside your cage
Calmly waiting here until
Our fingers and our bodies
Can unite
It never has to happen
But I’ll take the risk it might

So you can see
How deep my love can go
Would you answer me
If I let my feelings show you
How deep my love
How deep my love can go
Would you answer me
If I let my feelings show you

Outfit

Finding myself
Wearing some ridiculous
Lampshade to subdue the light
I cannot easily disguise

I wonder
If a love like that exists

I’ve seen that man
You know the one
Crying outside your window

Shouting “Take me back!”
Drenched from the rain

Always wishing one day he’d
Be asking for you until the
Moment that he did

Dreading what could come
With him and would come
If you let him in

Where was the charming
Poetic boy
Full of fire and indifference

Outside dripping with life
A chance taken for feelings
Granted on the inside

A scratch

Both parts succumbing
Never contending
Correspondent to the rare
Combination

A poetic knight
Shining disarming
A gamut for life
Cooked up in a soup
Made of ginger and dreams
One that I have been sipping on

A quiet observation
Coming and going
Looking out the panes of glass
Heart throbbing

Grasping at a future
Full of memories
Written once and for all
In a newspaper that will
Again be delivered
On the morning
Of a second birth

Fresh and ready
For intimacy

Ruminate

If I have the gift
Maybe it’s a prophecy
Learning to fathom
Uncovering all mysteries
Delectable knowledge
In a tavern of faith
Mental strength can move mountains
Not if we vacate love
Here I am nothing
Tomorrow I have everything
I give all I possess
To the needy
My heart is poor and crumbly
Without sharing
A gift handed over my body
Beautiful hardship
Aching that I may see
Exit through the side door
But do not grant me
Your smile without love
For I will gain nothing

Montage

While I was in the midst of
Organizing my life
I realized I no longer had one
It was time to fix that!
Decorating the beautiful prison
That is my sanctuary
Making room for the piano
One less chair
For no one to sit on
Climbing over a table
Of figments
Nothing can stop you
How many times do we
Tell the same story
Live the same breath
How much of it do we say
Out loud so that we can
Believe our own words
Like a hagiography
Tell the tale
Of true living
Love does not delight
In evil

Imaginaire

You want it so bad
Make believe
The power of displeasure
Is daunting and it seems
That reaching out
Is wasting time
If feelings can’t receive
The answers
To the question the heart asks
And actuality begins the
Instigation for the reasons why
We leave with no
Real goodbye
It’s easy to pretend
But its hard to make believe
Desiring the things that cannot
Ultimately be together because
Seeing its impossibility
Goes against the truth
No one can speak
And I can barely breathe

Imagining belief
Is only killing what is real
And punished by the things
That we could feel
That make us beautiful to me
With one another

Just tell me if we’re playing games
I know hide and seek
Send me off
Then let me count from ten to one
Cause I don’t want to make believe

So tell the truth
Come sneak me out
I’m counting down
Ten to one
One to ten
Is this a game?
What’s it about?

You don’t want me to go
But you can’t give me what I need

Growing up is difficult
The time has come to leave

Vestige

It’s like I forgot how to be alive
Was I ever listening?
I heard the echoes of my pets
Trying to catch my attention
While I was so busy living life
I missed it
I’ve been missing it
If I keep missing it
Soon it will be over

Old songs ringing in my ears
That I composed some years ago
I can still find them in my hands
Resting at the ends of my fingertips

It was like living that life
Gave me something to write
Something to sing about
Capturing the whole world ahead
Until today after I lived it
Even though I’m still alive
If I haven’t forgotten how to be

All the plans that I made all
Successfully played out
Somehow hanging on by a thread
Through a lot of it and happily

So I can compare the difference
Which one does it make here
To realize what most people
Aren’t figuring out
Life is going away
If we don’t live it

Somehow I am instantly
Overnight running out of time
What I cared about is gone
Feeling it even more
When we realize
The whole picture is blank
Only remnants of
What is left

Of a life you
Planned to live
Leftover memories
In the walls
Footprints on the floor
Looking for you
No more

Do something
It’s all vanishing

Ice Cream

Ecstatic electricity
Humanitarian vibes helping
Seamless beaming something
Springing out of me

And in the closet we
Just keep stacking bibles
Not even the King James Version
In traditional black
But the easier to read
Version in schematic
Pastel color scenes

I keep thinking if we
Take the pages that we read
Turn them into some greater meaning
We will all feel better in the family

Some of the pages don’t agree
So we should turn them into
Ice cream and the letters
Make perfect imagery
Dripping throughout
Balled up into something
More acceptably happy

Just collecting those books
And putting more in the closet
Doesn’t really seem to do
This family any good
It’s the thing that appears
To be stopping us from
Understanding and loving
Each other in the way that
Ice cream could