poetry – Page 21 – Poétique

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

Raz

How brilliantly inescapable
The sound of your heart
Beyond the rest of the floor
Into the cement of my soul

Do you cry out in ways
Your breath longs to breathe
When you think of me?

My brain turns off when
I think about your sensory
And I choose colors and things
That may not personally represent me

They represent my thoughts of you
Of me

What is hot the heat on my legs
Processing the beauty
Of the possible

And so now where do the sonic
Vibrations of absolute
Travel to?

As with wet lips do I kiss you
Or hold you differently

Like water pressed against
The sand in my heart
What makes sense
Is the ocean we call
To wave before us

Kitchen Drawer

I pulled out the kitchen drawer
To organize and clean
All the forks and spoons
So many things actually
And found a plethora of pictures
Of your lives growing up
The stories that it told
Facets young and old
Of how loving you all were
Images of a compassionate
Place to evolve and smile
No tales of disaster
Swingsets rooms full of laughter
Baking things together
Being with one another
Reminding you of what it took
To build parts of your existence
Until one day you became
What great humans you are now
To be proud of what you have
Achieved wearing hearts
Upon our sleeves and humbly still
And Oh, the pictures you will take
And Oh, the stories you will tell
And Oh, the songs that you will sing
That you can keep in your
Kitchen drawer for
Someone else to see
One day

Mermo

It is true that I
Will miss taking care of you
I’m digging deep within
The far reaches of my insides
To find the strength that I once was
With you here a shared anchor
To give you the courage
And the confidence that you need
To break through the film
The firmament and myofascial
Ascension into the wonder
With a belly full of bravery
Pushing through soaring
You cross into the wild unknown
That is your home before this home
Receiving you back a gift
So graciously given for us
To care for on the green and blue
Now back into the ether
You are embraced
You have yourself
To hold onto
And as you are with me
I am with you

Fly my guy

Malapropism

Be not a word that is almost this
Be the thing that is this
What nature intended you to be
What the universe sparked
And you will set the world on fire
Reach for the thing that calls to you
Misinterpreted not by what you
Thought it meant or mispronounced
Yourself to be but the thing that is
Craving for you to grab a hold of it
That’s the reason why you’re here

And when your make a promise to
Read one thousand books and you
Fail miserably

And when you make a promise to
Take a thousand steps around the
Mountains and you
Fail miserably

This is the misanthropic
This is the melancholic
This is the moment
A malapropism

Speak the word that you mean
Into life into the ground
Beneath your feet
And take heed

For the world as it is left turning
Will be what it is with or without you

The pandemic of life is to
Forget how to be the spark
You were intended to be and
To live without the fire
You were meant to burn

Pour the gasoline
Strike the match
Open the door
Lift the latch

Burn

Spine

Disputation
What makes anything less amazing
Than it already is
What is the sense of urgency that
Rushes through every cell in the body
In justification to make us feel
Like something wild will be missed
Even seven years of security
Cannot cure this
What is the end of the world
Crawling up the back
Tingling into every vertebrae
As the spine cracks and pops
Like fireworks mixed with dynamite
Emotions explode inside
As if the greatest
Thing in life will be missed
Every time
Why is the end of eternity
Upon us?
Are we eternally plagued
By the intensity
Of missing the greatest thing
That never happens to us?

Clarté

Searching for my genuine inner star
There is something so eminently powerful
About exposing your true feelings
Weeping arms around broken pillars
A symphony of holding up life
In a charismatic thunderous chorus
Of emotion and imparable breath
Seemingly incongruous perspectives
Existing simultaneously
Change can be disorienting
Concluded into a show of
Wielding swords and placing them
Back into their circular sheathes
In the proper place one two or three
Return it home into the correct Hangul
Everyone watching to see if you
Can speak out loud amongst the Hwarang
Flowering youth and move while replacing
A blade two halves of the feminine and
Masculine to make a whole person
Assumptions are made on both sides
In the public eye; your entirety is there
A complete person capable of both
The inner star rises to meet with the
Dark and light that glows like a
Radiant message or guardian angel
In flight with ribboned hair to resolve
A genuine patience that smooths
Away the hardships time will heal

Plantureux

Zatfig heart
When one has nothing
Left to lose
A fat heart is inaccessible
To useless fear
Earthing full of the
Gods and Goddesses of love

Broken lock on the front door
Animals disturbed
You awake from your slumber
To find out you are
Intruded upon by
Someone with no boundaries
You wake them up
Drunk on the floor

You comfort them
Because you are empathique
You rest on the couch for a
Bit more
Falling asleep you realize
You don’t know this person anymore

Wake up!
Wake up!

Who are you?
No response

This is another version of them
You never met before
And now it’s time to
Lay down the law

To protect your privacy
To protect your cats
To protect the dogs
And later there will be
A trip to the hardware store
To fix the door they broke

There is enough love
On the earth for all of us
Maybe it’s someone else’s turn
To step up and love that one

You say no
Like it’s a full sentence
They leave
You become whole
Nature is your throne

Space is precious
So is your heart
Love with it
And protect it

Duality is sacred

Pangea

Holding onto a broken dream
Mêlée générale
Is it Mary Joseph and the baby
What is the grand divorce
What chaos for us does it
Create?

Do we separate from ourselves
When our donors drive the wedge
Bust the distance
Crack the Kintsugi again
What we hold
What we let go
Upside down goodbyes

Are we left
Longing for the unit
An unknown ending
That gives us the ability
To believe nothing will work out
In the end so we
Abandon all our ships
Before they reach the shore

Conversation with a dog
Is more trustworthy
Companionship with
A bird is reliable
Even a cat who loves you
Half the time is
Sure to stay
And love you more

Left over bits
Targets for emptiness
And discrepancies
What is this

A search for
Reconnection to
A single super continent
Three becomes one
On their own

Silhouettes

Love is beneath you
You are above most if not all
Meritorious accolades
As we sweep the ground
Beneath your feet with
An essence of no longer
Left affliction but the passion
Of rose beds made love on
Beneath moonlight and sun
I can see through the glass
Just enough to make keep
Of our memories in
Water droplets and steam
Like incense floating
Above our heads in a
Stream of consciousness
No bandwidth is beholden
To abound the intimacy found
Cradled in your arms
Where the driest river floors
Have once again felt life
Rushing through them
After the first year of no rain
Quench again my drought
Soothe the melancholy heart
Make distant pain
In blue light