“One is love. The other is finding a way of coping with life that does not push love away.” – on the two pillars of life, with regards to living a healthful one of quality and happiness, after a 75-year study, Dr. George Vaillant There are things we grow up with in our heads,…
Category: Poetry
fuck me poetic [a poem]
fuck me poetic. kiss me free of syntax make me scream in tongues pen me down with the bed as your scroll smear my ink across the sheets until every edition of webster’s and Koenig pouring forth upon the both of us. “exulansis” rolling down your back, “silience” dripping from my neck, “gnossienne” shared,…
love does not exist in this world where people live by fear and ego.
(Black and white) I shared my soul, opened mind, arms, and heart and in the end, lost those too: I didn’t look the part. (warfare) Fatalities: Hope. Love. Faith. They lie here Struck down by the failure of believing In the beauty of one’s spirit To transcend the beauty of the shell for its journey….
a haikai (hokku, haiku) and a brief lesson
A haikai is a series of haiku, set off on the theme of the opening haiku, the hokku. How quick and easy that was. (This reminder) (1.) Background of my phone, two lovers… he kisses her, she beams total joy. (2.) Forever tender; Always, they are suspended in love you can’t touch. (3.) The day…
on fearing vulnerabilities (micropoem & poem)
(your hands were up) A symbol of surrender But I was intimidated by your vulnerability I emptied the barrel Ink bled across the page. Self/Abnegation I would have flown to her then Kissed her like I was Fighting death’s lips Demanded her to spend the rest of her life Tied up with mine If only…
fitted to the gloom of a suspended rain
Another offering from the dust of my past. A Hennessy Mirage drunkenness burned and raged under my skin as liquid ice pellets met the thirst of my veins perfectly cracked, the grey sky blue flashes, lightning and turning wind lashes – I cried out to hell to help me, faith in heaven wavering like smoke…
3 micropoems
Happy winter solstice. As I close this day and prepare for my final deep meditation of the night, I depart on a few micropoems that, beyond what most of my readers will know, say much on the reflections of the past seasons, all in analogy, of course, to nature. (canon) Like a river you rushed…
on the power in one (excerpt of a poem)
’tis the season for lighted candles and much reflection on the year’s end. Does your flame flare with intent to ignite or are you just running to the end of your own wick? The small flame Illuminates the waxen still corpses Magnifying the shadows ominously of the sleeping Beside it, like a friendly, taunting threat…
when the world shatters
i. when the world shatters it’ll have been my hand splintered and cut for the remorseful idiocy of holding it out for you. ii. i am the child that touched the stove and too much enjoyed the show of melting flesh to hear my breaking, painful cry. iii. hope is the most dangerous possession so…
heaven and night: micropoems
Scraps I found while cleaning out some files from many years ago. I’ve always loved micropoems. (brocade) Sky burst with confetti flame. As a child, I believed heaven was in the sky. War thunders in my chest. Twice a year, I live to see heaven burst. (the final say) You’ll never find me jealous of…
Meet Me Under the Mistletoe
This one is a throwback (written in 2006), and one of the few instances I employed some rhyme and form with mild success. One of the featured poems I keep stapled to the site, it’s a good way to invite that admirer of yours a little closer this holiday season. Enjoy. Meet Me Under the…
White Silence #whiteviolence (a poem)
I was at the [too docile] march on Washington today (which, as a 25-year-old in twenty-first century America, theory says shouldn’t have been necessary for the reasons it is – but that will be another story). Many thoughts running over my mind, including the question by some. You probably have asked it yourself. This is…
Sharkey Speaks 