Tag: Poetry

I am Good for Words

I am good for

words,

that is all

I am for.

Not to be seen,

touched, loved,

understood or

cherished;

only heard,

or rather,

read.

 

In person,

I am avoided.

My time is spent

alone.

The world stands

at a distance.

I reach out my hand

to touch,

and humanity

recoils.

 

Difficult.

Emotional.

Unstable.

Unnatural.

Unsuitable

for social

life.

 

So I pass notes.

I write my soul

on little slips of paper

and I fold them up

with care,

before I scoot them

under the door

to the outside

world.

Sometimes,

people read them.

 

 

4-5-18

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A Door Closes

Like bile,

the betrayal burns

up my throat.

I see the usual mess

spread out again

before my eyes;

the bitter buffet,

remnants of another attempt

to revive the dead.

 

Another door closes

silently before me.

Something more dies within.

Another sliver of my heart

is locked away

in another silver box.

 

The ground tilts again,

ever so slightly,

how long has it been

since it felt level,

steady?

 

I stare,

once more,

at the door now closed,

and with a sigh,

I turn away.

 

 

04-05-18

 

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Stallion

Like polished obsidian,

The beast’s coat gleams.

His breast heaves out and in and out again,

pulsating violently,

As if against some unseen barrier.

 

White foam lines his mouth like frost;

Lips stretched back,

Pale yellow teeth slightly parted,

Nostrils flared,

Wild.

 

His hooves beat fiercely at the earth,

Pounding out a frenzied rhythm,

Tossing cascades of soft white sand

Into the night;

Pure white,

Like powdered quartz,

Or a million tiny diamonds.

A crystalline wave

That captures and reflects

The pale glow of a full moon.

 

His eyes,

Charcoal in two bowls of salt,

Waiting to be lit,

Are wide,

Unblinking,

Savage.

 

He skids to a halt

Inches from the edge of the abyss,

Sending one last crystalline wave

Into the night.

 

The beast rears up,

beating furiously at the night sky.

He shakes his proud head side to side,

Flaunting his black velvet mane

As he cries out untamed.

He and I are one.

 

8-4-04

 

 

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Lightning Strike

Crack!

The world around me

Is illuminated.

It burns through me

And I see everything,

And every detail,

In an instant.

 

A blue settles

In the blink before

Darkness.

I see nothing.

The air is cold.

I burn.

 

It smells of ozone

And singed hair.

Where are my shoes?

 

I’m alive.

I remember the burn

And the illumination.

I know the darkness

After the strike.

there is no

End.

 

2-2-15

 

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Monkshood

Monkshood,

Would you dance with me?

Beloved aconite,

I would swim within your arms,

and never would I fight.

 

Lay me down in bitter sleep,

Take me to my dreams.

Let the world be ripped asunder,

Nothing’s what it seems.

 

6-15-14

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Bibliophile

I fly through never ending time

Ride waves of verse and prose,

Taste all the secret treasures that

In hidden gardens grow.

 

As parchment flutters blindingly

Before my weary eyes,

I hear my siren sing me near

And follow with a sigh.

 

Here and there, then back again,

I’m jolted far away,

Pulled and ripped from here and now,

To where? I cannot say.

 

I never know quite where I’ll wake,

In times gone by, or distant lands,

I never know when I’ll return

Unto my own familiar sands.

 

Sometimes I drift to yet-to-come

And see things yet unseen,

I hear the words of unborn youth

As from within my dreams.

 

A prisoner of the whirling black

On musty sheets of white,

I soar unbidden through these worlds,

Enamored of the flight.

 

I can’t escape, yet I’m more free

Than those outside my cage

Who’ve never been, nor yet will be

Addicted to the page.

 

3-27-12

 

 

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A Threat of Annihilation

I fear you will disintegrate

before I get to touch you;

that by some cruel whim

of the eldritch gods,

you will turn to mist

and vanish

as I draw

near.

 

My soul,

and all that’s in me,

recoils as if against a flame,

at the memories,

and the hidden wounds,

of all the years

we’ve lost.

 

Every word I speak to you

I taste,

I measure,

I peel apart

ever so carefully,

then I piece them back together

before I set them,

hesitantly,

at your feet.

 

Which words will draw you

near?

which words will push you

just

out of reach?

And what occult combinations

of syllables joined,

like links in Fenrir’s chain,

will banish you

unwittingly

from me

forever?

 

The thought weighs too much,

I can’t hold it steady.

To lose you again,

so soon,

or ever,

would mean to be swallowed,

engulfed

in thick black India ink;

covered into

nothingness.

 

As the darkness eats the light,

all color,

all breath,

all being,

all that once was this thing called “me”

would be consumed,

blacked-out of existence

like a classified name,

leaving only the black stain

that devoured me.

Without you there is only

annihilation.

 

1/20/2017

 

 

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