poetry

 

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“nature the beautiful”

spring sprung flung

me to my knees

sun rises

woken pale and glassy

icy fluid rays

would shatter with a stone’s glance

David’s Goliath stones

mountains pierce the teasing light

mother nature – temptress

seduced forth with her fairness unfair

translucent flowers

from their slumbering buds

bursting forth to become duds

as the frost weighs them

like worries on an impoverished

mother

nature the beautiful

nurture the careless beast

mother of snakes

nurture of blood flukes

mother of death in a thousand faces and forms

(next part doesn’t fit… need a good transition or reposition)

bets were placed

hands down

the sun frowned

dreams drowned

at trumpet sound

awake to

death

defeat

in neat

crystalling form

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“cra-coon”

shattered sharp shards surround me

hunched, raw, wet and weak,

i try to glue back on the pieces

of the old shell

recall the emotions when i was

more? less? more or less

i want desperately to be so small

so precious i fit into you palm

cradled, coveted, cherished

yet i feel so immense

awkward and blundering,

this butterfly by,

fresh wrinkled warbled wings,

and i’m longing for the cocoon

to be back to what i used to be.

cramming hammering

my excess folds over, and i scrape away

skin scant scratched

desperate to fit again

(this is it so far… a work in progress)

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preponderance

prevalence of perfection expiring from the sighs of your

plump lips

could this skin patching of scars

flaws flung haphazardly upon my bones

be the skin which will touch yours in love?

dew – coalescence of your cool presence

to breathe in the wet suggestions

naked absence reminding me i’m still here

warm and live

and you’re still here

like a fog that lies over my mind

keeping my thoughts in search of headlights

here is the autumn again

gelid air wraps my skin in chills as i stare at your sky

let the sliver of your moon reflect in my eye

will we ever share that moon

that glisten in upturned faces

that moment together yet a thousand miles apart

i keep praying i’ll wake up from this dream

where i’m caught in my head with these endless thoughts of you

where i can escape you and move along

the memory of the dream may haunt me

ghosts in the fog never end their dance

but i’d be free of this chance trance

i’m stuck in screaming with no sound

running but always just one step ahead

pinching and thrashing but never waking

to the fact that you can’t be here

i live this life – this one and only life to live

and here you are, though you are never here

this perfect collection of imperfections

 this thought i hold dearly in my head

how wonderful we could be if…

awake!

 if is never

sentimentality is weakness

but i love you the same

i want desperately to escape you

but i love you the same

i cry tears that would turn your stomach

you couldn’t love me the same

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silverilious

the moon sits high and mighty

yellow smiling grinning fool

in the paint black sky

fever wet and i am drunk

with thoughts of you

reflections of the snarling moon

pool on my cheeks

screaming along the pale

sickly

snake belly color of

my skin

defect torn and haphazardly ripped

jaundice light devours the coffin shadows

as darkness runs from light

death flees for life

why can’t i hide from you?

my cirrhosed mind and soul

have been poisoned by you

and i’m dying from the withdrawal

the smell of my memories

reeks of injustice

sweat laiden and cancerous

toiling to burst the boils

that contain bits of you

lodged beneath my skin

tattoo impression of you seductive succession

i’m pulling away from myself and on into you