poetry – Page 8 – Poétique

Orange Moon

Am I deranged in my love for you!
Orange moon make me not
A prisoner to your glowing
All for the answers to bow
Down on bended knees I need less
Little of nothing but only
Tenderness

Leave me not with the
Rotting ghosts on the floor
Reminiscent of past life love
If we break the ice might we
Also be found drowning
Together

Keep on lying to me
Before I change my name
Handle me with noble gestures
Give me both of your hands
Warm sun at my back
Early morning could be
Left with nothing warmer
Than the touch of your heart
Abandon me parched

Situating your softness
At the tips of my fingers
A smile and sweet eloquence
Find my voice and pick it up
Off the floor

Liable

Miracle of flowers
How does it happen
A race to get to the sun
Up from the soil
Unbelievable

To be hungry for kisses
Like the magic of this
Mystery on your lips
What we become
Afterwards

Soak me up in the best way
I couldn’t bear to say
Goodbye later

Fall asleep in your arms
Fool to wander around
Rolling in the bed with
Your charms a simple plea
To wake up this way

I am liable to hold on
For dear life I wonder
If you would savor me
In the same way
Worth the risk to
Find out

All the chips out
Cards on the table
Whatever becomes later
Is happening now

Balbutiement

Is it so serious to leave us
Tongue tied dreaming for death
Or to stutter off only to
Wish for the quench of your
Salty lips against the sky
Mine and yours alone

Nothing to stop us nor
To rearrange the gaze
In our eyes aligned with
One another static cling

Comes the plane crashing
Down to earth or something
Like down our throats
Trapped in our hearts
Beating in the chakras sublime

I shouldn’t want to leave your
Side if ever learn any language
To understand your words
Whatever it should be to
Embrace the dance
Between us

Caress your feet and feed you
All of your favorite things
Love every part of you
That you personally despise
This is my gift to hold you
In such guise let me
Kiss it out of you

Stammering for words that
Are clearly non existent
I’ve a finger ready to trace
All the lines from your
Mouth lightly along the bridge
Of your nose through your
Hair and down your back
Whatever is forsaken
Shall be ours

Shopping

Can you write the words
To say how absurd it is to
Have anything more materialistically
Nothing would be worth it
It’s just buying shit and holding
Ourselves up with corporeal things
This really is truly so empty with
People dying being blown up
In the streets new shoes
Just don’t matter to me like another
Relationship a deeper friendship,
Any reason to be more than this
To mean more than this
That’s what matters to me
Stuck in this Christmas tree
Consciousness waiting for a package
Or decorating our surroundings
Of course building myself inside the most
Beautiful prison, buried in concrete
I could create this to only be the
Sole magistrate of my own cage
Self inflicted I would write it all down
No, no longer in need for anything more
Than everything we already have
Start stepping away from acquiring
New things just so you can make life feel
Somehow better, make life feel good
Stop without shopping for the things
Anything we always hoped it would be
Something’s trying to suck the tenderness
Completely out of me, but I found it again
In the Earth, the roses, the grass, the trees
And the animals traveling around me
Watch them teach a stupid human
Like me, just how life could be…

Fugitive

I introduced her to all my friends
She stayed for them but not for me
In the end she was only
Someone to steal my heart
Stolen once before but many times
Ripped from my core there are
Many more moments that this
Could be stolen again and again
For fun because I know the game

All the same in love and war I
Couldn’t turn it off really
Bake you a chocolate cake
Maybe that was my first mistake
Forgetting and remembering
Everyday is a reminder of the
Bandit she would turn out to be
Even if only friendship and
A kiss was exchanged
I hang that picture on the wall

What a lucky time, time to record
In the stones beneath our feet
Not feeling like I’m anything special
But somehow engaging a cigarette
Allowances were made and the
History is archived for us to
Always remember in whatever
Capacity our brains and our
Hearts are empowered

Still a thief is a thief
A heart is a heart
Like a blindfolded burglar
Stolen friends stolen love
The end is devoured
In our inabilities to
Remain

Meritorious

Would they notice until the
Moment you disappeared?
Like a red light flashing
Or an alert that says the
Person you once loved
Isn’t on this planet any longer
Tripped and fell in the garden
Bonked his head now he’s dead
Would they wish they said
All the things they didn’t say
Because their fuming or
Dry knit stuck in their feelings
Some type of world that
Binds someone from loving
I’ve heard it called jealousy
Grudges and otherwise
Like when you’re famished
You can hardly stand it
You’re starving so you
Feed the meritorious beast
Find a gift in the basement of
Dreams and delicious wonders
Everything you cannot escape
Eurythmia gracefully speechless
Only speaking in music
Check on me I’ll check on you
Dual serenade

Pitié

Self pity flailing or
Just excessively theatrical
Moves that end up
Perhaps dramatic in behavior
Immaterial often involving
Bothered exaggerated displays
Something like
Waterfalls of emotion and a
Fire pit desire built
For attention

Physicality can describe both
Broken styles of acting in a play
Furtif or deliberate attempts to
Manifest a particular emotional
Fleeting response sucked
Out of others through
Deliberate gasps of insincere
Mountain cries

Over-the-top actions
Reverberate

Is there a void in his life if he
Forgot who his character was
Can we be friends with our past
If we commit to our future?

Floating down stream
Bloated with reason
Snapped into two streams

What is the inner dialogue
Saying right now if I can
Read behind the eyes
Between the lines
Cracks in the void
Deafening words
Chaotic lighting
Discerned

At the end of the day
Who are we really?

Mmmmm

She was tough as nails
He was sensitive like silk
Looking for a reason to love again
Find his voice and the power
To sing searching for the words

Living with uncomfortable moments
A solution to closure as none of them
Work well for living with the feelings
Stewing and gestating contemplating
Asking for an escort to usher these
Thoughts out さようなら(sayōnara)
Au revoir c-ya later alligator!
Take a break from the constant
Making it mean something

What’s my algorithm got to offer
Would you accept my hand
Take a nap with me
Or just lay here all day
Tangled up in a lot of
Nothingness

I hear the neighbors shouting
It reminds me of the peace
I currently have the privilege of
But sad eyes wonder why
Is it impossible to wait
Possessed by repeating
A similar self offense
Like pouring the same
Cereal out every morning
Into a bowl that I don’t
Really like or even
Want to eat

How many times to keep
Ourselves from doing it again?
Mmmmm

Canonical

Crying holding himself on the ground
One last act to find yourself amazing
What you ache for is crumpled up
Before you turn the lights on
Turn the lights off even though
He wasn’t alone he felt very
Especially in the darkness

Pondered feelings good
Generally a moment that was
Subjugated or just subjective
Headstands or cartwheels
Nothing left to appeal to
But maybe the piano
Making love to the keys
Again crumpled down
In front of him

Someone called me ebony
Buying time is like a chance
That won’t actually make more love
But more hate or reasons to resent
The work and ways a heart
Strives to do something well
But cannot be seen for what it is
Until it’s dead and gone
That’s when you know

Smiles don’t grow on trees
Crumpled down in front of him

Anodyne

He laid down to hold her
Like mourning a ghost
You could hear the walls howl
And her wife begged him to
Understand that she meant well
But his heart was broken and
Was screaming in his dreams
Or was it just the sound
Of a past that they all
Promised to love one another
But no matter how hard he
Tried to love her it would
Always be on her terms and he
Was keeping his pledge to do so
Making it difficult to feel loved
In return conditionally she had
Reservations and conversations with
Her mother and her lover
Her wife and every other
He always wanted to be
As important as they but never
A replacement just to
Matter as much but
There was nothing
To kill the pain just
Mourning the apparition
As he spooned her on the floor
Of their past a memorial
To friendship and love
And how he had indeed
Honestly lost her