poetry – Page 42 – Poétique

Dreamscape

Waiting for the train to come in
An amalgamation of hope and
Broken cookies that I baked
Early this morning still soft
And a little bit warm for you
People pass by without noticing
I could be any insect standing here
Holding down the sidewalk with the
Hustle bustle of commotion
Lots of comings and going’s
Shadows of light cast down by
A sun that is happy to be alive again
Another day with cold winds that
Blow in multiple directions I can
Almost feel levitated in this climate

My head was throbbing from
A bandwidth of overthinking what
All outcomes and scenarios might
Be leaving me at the edge of a bed later
Or standing alone in the shower
Though my desire to fulfill all my
Curiosities about you by way of what
Next year and the future of the
Streams of many different kinds
Of feelings could opt to start a brigade
With my pulse leaving me ready
In every way to find out more about
Who you are as the engineer pulls in
A final puff of smoke blows out

I am looking eyes peeled to see
If you’ll be exiting the car to walk the
Dirt road back to ours and discover
Everything you want to share about
Whatever kept you going all these years
The sun has risen higher in the
Sky now the altitude has changed
A bird is preening its tattered feathers
A fool’s paradise in a delusional dream

Alcove

What is the anchor that is
Traveling with me while
I am idle like a boat at sea
I find my anchor in thee
Variations of this weight

In my life held on by others
Finding the strength of a
Kingdom in the midst of the
Valley around the fjords
But not in everyone or everything
You ignite me

Different categories in particular
Selective to the point in which
The sail catches winds of
Curiosity and I am inquisitive
About you a querent on the waves
Steadily basking in the fairytales
And stories of the life you have beheld
Share them all so that I might taste them

What deliciousnesses you have
Uncovered in the brine and ports along
A coral reefed life of scratchy
Tragedy and glorious unexpected
Pentacles of treasure that will
Return you with the power and the
Grace your hunt has won if to be triumphant

Seeking what is sought or conjured
Up what magic brought the
Manifesting of an anchor so worth
Serving the nostalgia of a path
One’s feet would find so sweetly deserving

I rest mine here with you…

A Capella

Lighthouse in dark times that don’t
Always feel bleak she argued her point
Burning plane down in flames
I could feel the dead weight
At least one hundred feet behind me
Dedication to dependence
I begged for self sufficiency
Growing up I wanted to connect
Deeply and wholly with someone
This is terrifying to anyone who
Has never felt that kind of love
Marching on then Hollywood becomes
Leaves dancing around us
Like an invisible tornado
In the morning and at night
Bright lights and disco tiles
For awhile until even that wears out
Spray a little oil onto things to
Keep them up and running
Maintaining the worthiness of
A heart that longs to be trusted and opened
A woman appears out of nowhere
Approaching with something
To be read because she is illiterate
Not even one language
Can be calculated and all the while
Here I was juggling five trying to
Accompany my ancestors in the
Afterlife with so many wind tunnels
To get there but no color or wall
Preventing the sun from
Shining through the undetectable lines
That are strategized when trying to
Make contact with someone
So you push harder and you
Grow stronger and you love like
You want and you determine the hue
Of the electrical field that is
Mesmerized around you in a capella
Solemnly or solo not without purpose
But with enough grit to hold onto
Yourself until the next embrace
Arouses the ability to serenade someone again

Current UTC

I can hear the crows through the fog
But I can’t see them
Just the highlights of things
One cloud is glowing like the sun
Where it must be hiding
It’s not the way you look
It’s who you are inside
I overheard the grass in a whispering
Conversation to the trees
Gold bath of liquid on my face
Glass hand blown ancestral blue
Artifacts glistening like diamonds
Crystal white bowl half pieces
Laid out on the table of my mind
My want is healthy and strong
So I desire them all
To know every piece and its symbolic meaning
Layers of mist on the skin
Sprinkle a fountain of youth
Falling from above and all around
There is a keeper standing before us
Know the roles before you enter
He says plainly with his eyes
Never opening his mouth
Assess the position of mental foreplay
I am ready to engage with
Whatever psychological experience
Is about to unfold as naively as an infant
No boundaries or knowledge
For offending just open
Who is who what is what
And when goes where will soon
Be answered but first I will quench
My thirsty lips that have been blinded
By the brume with dusty vapors
As I part the curtains of reality
In the membrane of my cortex
To expose the untamed world to my
Need for shouting my deepest
Unheards my tragic left behinds
My gnashing pearls for teeth that
Need to speak the unspoken beautifully
Emptying out the heart
Let it drain onto the floor
Clean the mess up later
Allow the infrastructure to be
Rearranged and feel the peace
Of not knowing grab hold of this for
The universe upholds no human time
A clock unwinds

Veritas

Wrapping my head around new feelings
How much can I hold onto my own
Cerebral functioning in the presence
Of another who gives me want for
Emotions outside of my own self
My body is swollen with love
I have so much more to give after
Time spent being in such a presence
I believe we could solve the riddle
Of life together you are as strong
Or stronger than me consciously
I turn to you I agree I listen I bow
In empathy I believe you behold the
Answer before me I hear you listening to me
What is the difference between
Passionate love and friendship radiating
They are very different but somehow
Feel the same both traveling through
The body like a surge of electric joy
Likened to an energy boost from a drink
Although intangible it can be felt
He knelt before the moment to behold
It in its glorious wit and charm but
Also felt disarmed by his own mistrust
Not comprehending what the journey
Could become or wise for letting it unwind
On its own unraveling tenderly soft
And quiet because the trumpet he heard
Was loud and boisterously calling out to say:
“Don’t miss the chance like you always do!”-
But there was no need to rush or fumble
Where were we all going to anyway?
As if an apocalypse was heading fast
To hit our town in a cluster of
Asteroids but still nothing could stop the
Fussing or rushing to meet the moon and
Stars on time before the sun came up
One last chance to polish the throne
To stand at the foot of truth and still
Beg to be understood no not even then
For the question of love and friendship
Left him in a chaotic frenzy of ecstasy hoping
A fragment of foresight and wisdom
Would fall down from a crack in the sky
By way of Aletheia daughter of Zeus
She would definitively know what to do
Even when the earth shakes we still
Come out of the quakes wondering

Amazing

Aching to feel if I’m amazing
With flowered eyes that want
To come out from behind the mask
My psyche is cooking up a
Breakfast of reminders not to
Forget about the work and
Art performance of existence
What mask will you put on today
To present to the world that you are
Somehow amazing and different
Sequins and bunny ears strapped on
My face opalescent roses hooked at
The top of a cross diamond vest
Off-white terry cloth pants with
Mexicain pom pom garland or a
Suit and tie one with a panther
Catches my eye is that a tattoo
Of a kiss on my face or just makeup?
Or did someone actually
Leave that there for me to find later?
Maybe we wear them all together
I’m in a hurry I’ve got wheels
On my shoes but somehow the
Sound reminds me of slick bottomed
Chukkas or oxfords sliding down the
Multi-angled hallway with the momentum
A pair of superior woven dress socks
Might give you if you are rushing
To meet everyone in the building
And get back to the appointment
That you’re late for but also dancing along the way
Feeling like you’ll arrive just in time
To make everyone happy, they’re waiting!
Sophisticated and savvy
Satisfying them all dressed to the nines
But who are we when we are
Doing it all and which mask
Will I put on today?
Aching to feel if I’m amazing

Blindsight

To be sexy does it mean then
That we have to be seen?
Is it the voice? Does the body matter?
Do we have to view one another
To be attracted to each other?
Could I step into a room
Eyes closed hear the tone
Assess the energy sense you?
Could the fragrance of your skin
Be enough to know if we are
Simpatico and if so would
Seeing you take away from
Every ability to know that we
Are a perfect match because
My eyes would sketch a judgement
Of my attraction to you
Much faster than my other
Sensory if I was blindfolded
Isn’t that the extreme to see
If compatibility is all in the
Soul of the beholder…
If ever we chance to blindside
What rules would we need
To put in place to tick the things
That are an absolute must
If it wasn’t based on appearance
If we were talking heart to heart
Human to human could we
Find one another in a room
With nothing but us
Flowers on the grave
For the lovers we lost
Inescapably because we
Only got to know their face
First not their hearts

Articulate

Sacred woods were kept
Ancient prayers were said
Our foreheads pressed together
Reciting hymnal things
Barely awake and barely asleep
I was following directions
I knew the most powerful
Words had been spoken
I had repeated them as I was
Instructed to do so not once
But twice in an hour long gap
I stood up from the sitting
Arrangements to meet you
In the hallway heads in unity
Hair pulled back we slid down
To the ground slowly in harmony
Repeating the oracle chants
Never like this for this is the
Only time it is ever like this
And we repeat the resounding
Process again to confirm the
Treasure of its force an encumbrance
Of seance and spirit what sorcery!
To feel loved and connected
So deeply as the words seal
The echos through all time
Only like this ever this way
A matrimony of holy joy
In a peaceful reverence
That is the language of
Petroglyphs heard
Yet still unspoken

Second Guessing

Caught up in the druthers
Did we take it too far
Or just not far enough
I could be a lot less afraid
If you think the ocean’s deep
You should see my eyes
When they’re looking back
At you into your everything
Not too fast not too slow
Feels pretty expressive
Conveying how we feel
To one another sometimes
Even without words
Picking up on your signals
Attempts in sharing this
Experience with others to
Figure out somehow
What you were saying
If what I saw was real
If I leave it alone or
If I continue to share the story
And find out that
I should go back or
That I missed the first
And last chance or even more
That it didn’t matter really
Whatever we choose to
Spend time thinking about
How much what didn’t happen
Actually matters

Lovetail

The story of love must be told
Many times before it has been
Looked over and tossed around
I’ll just close my eyes for a minute
See if the maudlin moment passes
Shine my shoes and eat less
Brush my teeth early so as not
To be tempted by myself
Or is the temptation coming
From somewhere else!
O, no bother to run up and down
The stairs of my mind it’s always
A sane distance traveled
I haven’t had a cry out in years
Silent tears and sobbing at the
Loss of a loved animal is to be
Expected oh yes there was a wail
I spooked my coworker
Thought I should go home
But that wouldn’t bring my dog back
So I worked and hid my tears
Even from the other family members
I wanted to be strong for all of us
Once again the story of love
Absolutely must be told many times
And also in many different ways