poetry – Poétique

Cute

Oh my how
You look so cute
When you’re ordering food
Like a media darling
How do you adorn yourself
Every morning
How do you resist
To kiss yourself
I have no meter for
This sort of thing
It’s like taking a cool dip
After a long hot walk
To savor you
To put my arm across
Your back
To rest my chin
On your shoulder
To smell you
And feel your hair
Brush up against my lips
I’m not sure that
I’m equipped
To find the words
To tell the truth
Except to say
You look so cute
When you’re ordering food

For Them All

It’s cold and dark
Like emotional blackmail in here
Helping the less fortunate
Especially when it’s yourself
Can be impossible
The teachers discussed him
So now
The teachers disgust him
Similar sounds but
Different problems
Are any of us unloveable?
Maybe if the macaroni
Hadn’t gotten burned
Everything would taste better
Just like if wearing boxing gloves
Means we have to fight
Maybe the distance between us
Means we won’t have to
Fight at all
Or maybe we could fight
For them all

Shrine

Meditation by design
Obelisk by dog divine
The greatest lights
The brightest eyes
Shining back
With pure delight
Underneath a tree
Or by the water
You are a stream
You are a shrine
And a reminder
Of the beauty oh
What wanders
Here on earth
Valiant trust mixed into
Multicolored lust for life
Highlighted by the
Brightened exclamations
And the poundings
Of a heart
That never dies

In My Mind

I had to try
The very best
Not to gamble my
Pretensions away
Somehow by gathering every
Seed of my innocence
At all costs
I stopped still
In the tracks of symbolism
As if my heart depended on
Resolving all the
Meaningless corruptions
That ever existed
Deep interpretations
Percolated up
Like a punch in the gut
I don’t recall
Any black eyes at all
Just the untarnished memories
Beating like mallets
On the membrane
Of the xylophone
In my mind

To Be Tasted

I am reaching
My crescendo
To accomplish the things
That as a human
I thought I could not
O what beautiful joy
To uncover courage
And the ability to fly
A sonata of
Immeasurable strength
To be considered
We don’t have to
Burn our books
To find our strength
Or tear our buildings down
Even the sweetest
Tangerine still has yet
To be tasted

About That

Would it be that
They should control
The meaningless things
To make us feel disempowered
Would it be that
Freakishly they could
See beneath the skirt
Of that identity
Figuratively
Observing our truths
Negate all the more
Important things
Reveal and expose
My vulnerabilities
The value of said
Credibilities crushed
Never acknowledging
What counts
Like the garden
Of my heart
Holding my hand
Kissing my face
Instead swiping
Left, right,
And all over the place
Poking at
The superficial
All the ridiculous
Unnecessary casting
Box checking satisfactions
There is
Nothing remarkable
About that

Zero Six Zero 1

Remember when we
Used to have fun?
I guess it was
Important for me
For you to know
The surprise of my story
That also awoke in me
The surprise of you
Such a small act of love
Shouldn’t be such a big deal
Expressing emotions
Satisfyingly real
Then to recognize this
Ode to honor more acts of
Small generosities and bliss
Acts of kindness
The gifts
That make ya feel
So much
Bigger in your heart
Nothing like the faults
That make you shrink away
Make you stop in your tracks
Like stepping into a ziplock bag
Blankets over your head
In some ways just the same
As wishing it would all
Go away

What happens when two people’s
Self worth clashes
Is it ever too late to
Renegotiate our identities?

In My Head

My blood is not cold
But my pulse is so hot
When I share my whole self
Inadvertently
My lack of carelessness
Pours over in an ocean
Of unquenchable thirst
Nothing but time
Can cool me down
Invite me in
Excuse me out
What will we have left
If we take it all now
All I ever wanted was
For you to know
The pleasure of betrayal
Would be lost on me
Does brutality make you want me
Will love be crowded out
If there be no savagery
Sand in my teeth
The only way out
Is through the gaping hole
In my heart
But much more feasible
Than a hole
In my head

For Later

If a good lie
Can make people happy
Then what can
The truth do
Maybe we touch too deeply
Maybe our fingers get smaller
Perhaps our feet get colder
Do you know?
If a good lie
Can make people happy
Why should we
Tell the truth
Maybe our hearts
Get a little taller
Maybe our lives
Intertwining enthrall us
Perhaps our lips are
A bit more glossy
Do you know?

Kissing your heartbeat
Is better than missing out
On your truth

If a good lie
Can make you happy
What will our truth do
Will it console you
Would you feel better
If I untold you
If this is true
Then I will be your best storyteller
We can save the truth
For later

Naked Mess

Did I mess up
When I uncovered the suspense
Did I mess it up
When I exposed the magic
Opened myself completely
To the honor of knowing you
To the gift of your benevolence
To the talking power of
Upright honest feelings
Are they for quiet people
Or is it being in the exposed
Nature of our brightest spirit
That we throw it all open
And encourage more by
Exaggerating all kindness
Blowing the beautiful
Completely out of proportion
For why not if violence
Is so loud
Why shouldn’t love be
Why shouldn’t vulnerabilities
Scream from the snow capped tops
Avalanches of love
And exposed feelings
Leaving us raw and
In unpredictable territories
Creation of non existent time
Floating in the betrothed
Exposure of raw emotion
To embrace us as we are
To take us as we are
To receive our brightest star
Light is not for the dimming
But for the brightening
The inner lightening
The no more frightening
Of our feelings
Fully naked
Fully formed