poetry – Page 49 – Poétique

Sleep

More sleep the better to keep
A bear at bay in the cove
Midnight strolls along the cost
Feels good to know that there’s
A getaway a hiding out
A hibernation of sorts at least
Once a week more sleep
More sleep the better to keep
My wits about me like the
Bear at the beach with
Water to keep me grounded
O! The sound of an ocean
Curled up at the bottoms
Of my ears a tunnel an echo
Of hope to feel rested
A deep convalescence along
A sandy floor below the tide
To keep my slumber sweet
Before the shore fills up with
More to do a step away into
A grand span of restful wings
Thoughtful dreams subconsciously
A seagull sings to me my mew
Comfort in the song a chuckling
Display of careless blue
Freedom to the sky cannot deny
Liberty in waking moments
More to enjoy them like the
Birds and the bears when we
Sleep more sleep the better to keep
Our hearts in happy places
The brain is surely waisted
And says Hey! Thanks for nothing!
If we dare to care for less than
Fifty winks which beats the forty
You’ll see to cozy up a touch
Longer than a nap just after lunch
Cinquante clins d’œil
Is just the snap it takes
Aback appreciation to enjoy
All the dozing we should keep
Nothing does the trick like bears
To get some sleep

Uplift It

Your enthusiasm is electric
Did somebody turn off my light
Change the perspective
Or am I really just
Boring as fuck
Did I pull the wool
Over my own eyes
Rug out from under my own feet
Peek through the blinders
No use for me even to cry out
If I thought that I got it
Then I brought what I wanted
If I show how I brought it
In the footsteps I’m walkin
Am I throwin up red flags
If I see that the way that
It plays out is the same as the day
That I caught up
With the way that I brought it
Did I turn all the lights out
Is the switch that I lost
On the wall where I left it
Then why not just expect it
Turn it back on don’t just forget it
Score it out lighten up so I won’t
Catch a network of feelings
I’ll find hard to neglect that
Turn the light on respect that
See the mess and say yes to the
Cease and desist in the distance
No need coexisting
Perfect pictures created
With no time being wasted
As myself I have faced it
And the look in my eyes
In the mirror I’m reflecting
Will begin to uplift it

Funny

Maybe I’m just not fun anymore
Isn’t that funny
One can only spend so much
To feel better about it all
Perhaps I’ve misread the
Situation
It’s not like baseball
Just so many innings
So many strikes and you’re out
It’s more like every day
Who knows how it’s gonna go
Not like you’re waiting to
Find out if it’s gonna be a duel
Misreading the moment
Hair slicked back do we draw?
It doesn’t pay not to show up
On the other hand
What are we missing
Maybe a trip to Iceland
Could be somewhere else
The magic could be
Hidden under the dust
On the coffee table somewhere
It would make it a lot easier
If the answer to all of this
Was there
Wouldn’t that be funny

Entrance

Did you think that I’d forget?
I cannot solve the insolation
You are the only proof
That I could not prepare my heart
For your sunny entrance
Nor could my intuition
Protect me

Get Here

Our heartbeats are contiguous
Drumming in the alchemy
Of our love as it’s floating up
I dreamt I woke up with
Your bare foot on my face
À l’envers somehow twisted
Reversed on the other end
Of the bed I’m laughing in a moment
Or two before my conscious shakes me
Awake to realize you aren’t here
I tugged at my ear maybe
To make sure it was still attached
Or just to rouse out some
Form of clarity trapped in the
Misty interim of lucid fog
While your scent still hangs
In the dark and silent air
How can your cologne still be here
Like a favorite sweatshirt
I stole from you or even begged
For you to leave for me to breathe
Would you be pleased to know
I’ve missed you this much
Even though we’ve never met
There is a rose on the window sill
That I keep swapping out
Freshly new a different hue
Until you get here

By the Way

I guess we’re all guilty
Of downplaying
Our favorite
As if an ancillary moment
Is a second chance
At getting it right
When we missed it
Like the first time around
Déjà vu
I don’t want the end
To break away
Like a frayed rope
How can we prevent
Destiny if it’s already
Happening
How can we prevent
What’s going to unfold
Before it starts
I will to give it my all
Even if it is taboo
You can take it from me
I have nothing to hide
Take a bite out of the
Fantastiquement
When tongues are wagging
The truth crawls up
Nothing to reframe
Just plant the bush
And watch it bloom
No is necessary
Just paint your way
Into the next town
I’ll be there to meet you
With a pizza
If you like pizza
By the way
What do you like?

History

You don’t know me
Very well
Perhaps not
Well enough to tell
That I am
Genuine enough
To say
I love you more
Than words can say
Literally
More than anything
Okay?
I just really want
You to know that
We can write
Our own story
To find you
Tugging at my ears
To make it
Absolutely clear
When we discern
Untitled words
Bon vivant to lifelong
Twists and turns
Dreams all come alive
Spirited inherently
Dreams all come alive
Everything is temporary
Dreams all come alive
The rest is our history

Hey You

I’m a useful person
But I’m not sure
If I’m being useless
With myself
Evince me now
Wonderfully bad

Walking on glass
As if I’m barefoot on
Rose petals
The sky is grey
And I’m not cold when I’m
Standing in the garden

Take away the things
That sadness can bring
Open up the door
And let the light in some more
Evince me now
Wonderfully good

Standing on hot coals
As if I’m making wine
The old world way
The sky is grey
And I’m not cold when I’m
Standing in the garden

Too many times I listened
To the songs that said
Never be alone again
And believing all of them
Evince me now
Wonderfully nonchalant

I wrote the lyrics down
Can I sing this one again
Hey you, maybe
(This one’s for you)
The sky is grey
And I’m not cold when I’m
Standing in the garden

Console Me

I need an escort
Where is my chariot of
Friends that love
Unconditionally
I have a broken
Earthly mother
My words fall on
Deafened ears
This nurtured loneliness
I call out to my
Supernatural mother
Come and sit by me
May I rest my head
In your lap?
Manifest my best self?
I have only
A father’s broken wings
To console me
Where do we find
The pieces that are
Capable of fulfilling
The puzzled picture
What does it take
When does it appear?
Dust off the residue
Of a lingering past
Glassy eyed
The greatest crime
Is to forget one’s self

Love Dream

To be in love with
Something or someone
That is as close as
You can get
To the one that
You had hoped to love
To feel
To share one breath
Even if it was
Only a fantasy
And you never touched
The person you’d
Been dreaming of
And yet
Though you found a lover
That is mostly the same
Almost in all gestures
In their face
In their words
In their eyes
To fall in love
Differently with
But almost
Exactly the same
In their hair
In their scent
If they smile in that way
Is it close enough
Not really
So what the truth
Becomes reminds
Us that the fantasy
Was never
Real anyway
In their hands
In their embrace
In their feet
Would I want
Someone to love me
If I wasn’t their
First sweet(heart)
Would they
Eventually love me?
Different scenes
An old video store
Someone else’s
Silver screen
When the affection
Is delectable
And real
The kiss makes it
Hard to reveal
Leaving to wonder
Do we love them
Or the person we
Hoped them to be
If we are always
Yearning for the
Thing we
Wished we had
In love to be