poetry – Page 6 – Poétique

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

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

Empty Room

Mattress in an apartment
Building not completely
Abandoned but certainly
Left behind defenestrate
Hells bells holding on
By a windowsill

Just a bit of chocolate
Could bring out my best Superman
Why is she hunting me down
Pheromones heightened
Scent of a lover or
Leftover shudders

Obviously something there
Flowers in the courtyard
Down below the whistling
Of a passerby and a possibility
Dry heat dry hump
Clothing pressed against me
Breathe deep long and wide

How did we get here anyway
It’s all so confusing yet
Laying here looking at the ceiling
Somehow I’m glad that
It happened

Are we bad or is this good?
The stoics would say it’s neither
I can hear river music in my head
Too many things to do
Before we’re dead
Many reasons to keep alive
A mattress, you and me
And an otherwise
Empty room

Infuriations

She was the cat that would scratch
A true bitch to the end!
Just a little corn to wet your whistle
Oil your joints and snap you back
Not too many now you know
Could make it harder to keep living
Words or other phrases
Dangling earrings and hymns
On the front porch
Give a stretch and a yawn
Beginning to hold onto the ideas
That maybe we could make
Something if these furies
Wait for the cows to come home
Guess the more we say the
Less there is to be talking about later
Wouldn’t want to lose sleep
Over it but it does feel good
Seeing as the right thing is said
After a long wait for a good time
Or a cuddle under the milky way

Fulfill

To be strong in the vulnerability of
Our honesty is what matters most
Making the actions you take
Not a sin or a crime but a choice
That somehow hurtles you out of
Some self sacrificing pity and into
Another realm of respect in the
Eyes of those that love and adore you

When the lightning flashes
Brightening your surroundings
Like a tournament of heartbeats
Pounding stronger one more than
The other and then the pulse of
A sky illuminated by the silver
Moon is found highlighting the truths
Where will you be if there is
An unimaginable genuineness
Holding you in its charms

What ecstasy if not for vibrant
Realizations that could free us up
Mental clouds that leave us stranded
Deep in the weeds of luscious prairies
No longer growing to push back but
Yet to offer supple fruits and grains
For the wildlife that remain there with
Beguiled rains on the horizon isn’t there
A chance that we all might fulfill
Some solo meaningful propose to a dream…

Runaway

He says she’s amazing
So he can remind himself
It was a good choice to
Be with her id est marry…

Pedestal to chant everyday
Into bankruptcy for affection
Whatever you say dear
Was something
Better than nothing?

Laughing she placed
Her hands around his throat
Ready to choke the life out
Truculent at its utmost
Super physical

Let’s get it over with
She beckons him to the bed
But really wants to finish
Before it’s started
Sex is irrelevant to her
Close to dead

A bigger star
A bigger sun
Can be won

Frame it as an opportunity
To learn what true love
Can become after the storm

Lostfun

He came home to their fun
With nothing left in the barracks for me
The counter was empty a mess of
Impossible promises and vacant
Connections for me to pick up
On the floor after we closed the
Door behind us no father to bear
Just the two of them bonding as usual
He couldn’t keep up with their
Banter or whatever was the spark
That ignited between them that was
Hard to describe in words
Wanting to join in he found himself
Pushing for another way
Illegal or other wise to play catch-up
But there wasn’t any just
The evidence of a time where
It was easier to get the things
One would need to throw
That kind of a Mister Irresponsible party
No more of that now just a clean
Collar and whatever will be
Left in the trappings of tomorrow
Dark circles worn eyes what
Drunkard goodbyes could
Only relate to if but only
To have one more hip hip hooray
Sometime in winter