Poem – Page 10 – Poétique

Miséricorde

To be a participant in life
Not always driving
Sit back and take it in
Be not contained
By the desires of others
Fight for your exit

Red lines drawn down
Electric eyes up
Irascible prone to
Temperamental outbursts
Like a burning fire
Sadness always on the horizon
Little did I know that genuine
Happiness was always
Around the corner

Like a wet towel you
Can’t get out from under
Breathing in wet
Breathing out wet
With what we have left
How much more
Can the body take
What is resilience
If nothing exists
To feel love?

Just to stretch our legs
Walking the distance to
Get onto the other side of
Emotions we were never aware
That we were suppressing

Solve the mystery and mercy
Embrace the light that was
Once blanketed by those who
Needed to put it out

Point Manquer

Well you missed one, he said
You let some people down
So what
Won’t be the first
Can’t be the last
If you’re living

Alright I will carry on
Seek the distance, more thoughts
From a bird’s eye view
I helicopter over myself
Manifest a picturesque
Moment in feeling
Being perfect and
Acceptable no matter
What happens are we
Meeting in the mind
With the self?

We’re supposed to take care
Of each other what’s so distracting?

I have tons of energy for
The things I want to do
And zero energy for the
Things I don’t

See
See yourself
Blind to the outside view
Mirror, mirror show me the truth
I’m no mortician but the grief
Is real

Fortuit

My whole life I have been
Chasing after my history
Some shred of evidence that
This is where I come from
That this is me anchored

But to forget myself in you
Would satisfy every hankering
I do not like catching yellow
Looking indivisibly somehow
I gave many less shits about
How my actions were taken
Some of this is fantasy

But when we fought I felt
Like I was fighting for myself
Even the airport could hear
Us shake the walls with fever

Foreign countries sleeping
On my side away but never
Giving up we never gave up
But we moved differently
And on

Water is flowing under the bridge
And into the garden that I
Have learned to claim for
Myself even though so much
Of the verdant I planted for her

What to do for another
Vibrating expanding
Swelling heartbeats
Clever words misbehaving

On his way to unraveling the
Cocoon and exiting the nerves
On a slide to recover the parts
If who he was for her but
Now for himself

Make up the truth
Show up don’t show up
Existing for one next
With an invitation
For two

Agrémenter

Overcommitted to the paths
We create to get into the garden
Blanket and embellish all my wants
Comfort me with your words
Turbid brain what is your anthem?
For all the things he couldn’t do
For all the things he didn’t do
Saddened by the things he missed
That he also never knew about
An organ plays a dark procession
Like a church bell in his head
Making love in the background
It’s the only thing he ever wanted
To hear the sounds of birds flying
In the outside and a chapel wind
Dancing through the window
Gushing across his face as the ringing
Ecstasy of not knowing or
Ever caring about the things
He never arrived at for too were the
Gifts that the morning sun
Burned into his back like
A memory for recording
His time on earth light years
From a place that was once called today

Bavardage

I’m not your lamppost
Spurious at most when
We have to care so much about
What is the waste of time
But to just be happy for the cause
If we had something beautiful
To distract us couldn’t we
Care less about the world
That is impeding upon our
Inability to perfect or
Follow through with the plan
Knives in my neck
Piercing my back the physical
Figurative torture is enough
To sell it all and move to
A far away place where
We could fall in love
With life again in a different way
And forget about the things
We wished we had done better
Perhaps it’s crass or even crude
To say the words but to be a
Cunt to ourselves is the most
Outrageous ploy to fulfill
And destroy the inner sanctum
The harmonious fuzz that was
Always there to wrap ourselves
Up in, it’s just the expectation
To discourage the most vulnerable
Parts of ourselves to exist
Impossibility

Brain be quiet
Brain shut up
Look at the flowers
So unique the foliage
I wanted to protect it
Everything had changed
My youth graduated within us
Went away and
Still somehow it lives
In me like a memory
That I keep dusting off

Flickering

Maybe we shouldn’t
Disturb the bones of what
Once was or what were?
That’s it! Get on your
Hands and knees and scrub

Hot tea with rum and little cakes
If only to fulfill a tragic destiny
I don’t think I’d be afraid without you
I’m not so boring after all
Surprisingly pleasant

Do any of us deserve happiness
Questionably a table has been set
For just an event like this
Salt at the tongue
Sugar on my lips
What would it be to repair
A scorched bridge
How do we forget ourselves
I’ll not soon erase you
Nor my dreams

Waking up first thing
Gnawing at the brain
Hush hush
Every happiness can
Find its way through
Though love is something
We can’t command like a
A lambent neighbor

Quiddity

Nobody’s meant to
Walk this earth alone
Can I wrap my head
Around you?

Remonstrate me
Take my birthday away
I’m fasting now
For your love

Hear the carnival sounds like
Their love that destroyed me in
Many ways I may have prevented
If I knew how much it would hurt
But so do many expectations and
Giving up the greatest love
To know what it looks like
To find it again is worth
Every second of the pain
Internal echoes of residual
Torture self inflicted
But only because letting go
Is impossible when the notes
Of the songs that you wrote
Are already an intrinsic
Part of these bones

Eat a sandwich
Blow your nose
Count your blessings
For those that let us go
We can always relive the memory
In our music and our poetry
In our letters and our photos
One two three
Do the next thing
Shake it off
Dig a hole in the beach
And bury that old part of me

Archery

I don’t want that old memory
I’m craving a new one
I need more time to forget
It’s a process not an event
Knife in the chest make it
All go away like the rest of
Yesterday and the stones
That are ripped apart by the
Earthquakes of everything
Happening around me but
It doesn’t matter anyway
I’m craving a new one
Turning in with the heartbeats
Of everything could be
Turning out with all the
Explosions that are honestly
Accepting things as they’re
Going to be ultimately as it is
In the interim of anything
Sad eyes lift up thine light
Buried under the grounds
If hidden moves behind the
Shutters of emotional archery
Are pulled back and stretched
Shooting for the one with existing
Leftover arrows that strike the
Hearts of grief with perfect love

Heartchatter

Chest beats harder still
Electric rhythms unexpected
If I’m honest nothing to hide
Let it all out never outspoken
I want to give you so much
More than a slice
Nothing matters when you have
Something greater in life
No one knows that you don’t
They expect that you have
A million other things to do
No crushing dreams
What you didn’t think to say
Because whatever you are doing
Is outstanding
Stretching humility

Feeling alive where
Parts of us were dead
What is freedom awakened?
We don’t need to sound like
Savages on the way
Clear the headboard
We could tear the
Seams apart
Decorate the room
With your charms
It seems harmless
Simple is good
Adorn what embellishing
Basics will like a rug on the beach
Probably all that we need
Topped off in a concert
Of your eyes and a smile
To quiet the guise of
Vibrant patterns engaged in
Boundaries crossed that
Never needed our permissions

Lifting

Lifting the tree up
By its roots like we do
When we sink our fingers down
Into the earth of one another
Are we appointing the other
Or anointing each other
Love is friendship on fire
I love you too is something
We say with our eyes
Not with our lips
I keep writing about this
Dark romance that calls
From the leaves that burn
When they’re wet from the rain
Sunlight through the prism
Of a line that leads like a rope
Towards the sky rather easy
To climb with fulfilling love
Upper body strength ascends
Up, up, up
I can’t remember when
It felt this good
Reminiscent of a daffodil
Petal at the bridge of
My everything and the scent
Of your heart like a gorgeous
Starlike jasmine that vines
Through our veins together
In the form of similar flames
On similar planes
As the essence of wet like
Tear ducts resembling the pools
In another lifetime perhaps
Exactly like Neptune or
At least as beautiful as
The Gods would have us
Believe if not in some
Dripping wet dream but a
Salty swing that rises up
From the Dead Sea where
We come to find ourselves alive