Language spills out as revelations
Into leaflets of delectable verbs and nouns
Pronounced under graceful procedures
& with temperance for each accepted name
Each breath lures air into solid form
Tangible little vowels of delight
Purse and stretch the aperture
Vocalizing the imprints of your wits
Words inspire every stanza to follow suit
Each vibration, a creation of a template theory
A philosophy drawn from a notion
Liberated in seamless succession
Refined order soothes a cluttered mind
Eases the anxious expression
Interior memoirs holding themselves hostage
Seek patience in their perfect timing
The prose dances a rhythm
Arranged in poetic semblance
In harmony with a melody moving me to sway
Your stoic monologue encourages movement
Subliminal impressions flicker sideways
Skating in esoteric waves of gray
They gyrate the core of my humble disposition
Eluding to measures meant for the search
Your meaning imports a new belief
I engulf myself in your terms
Listening soundly for the message
Hidden inside the notes
Under the elegance of a spoken embrace
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Second Tier Seating (The Story Of An Understudy)
“Second Tier Seating, (The story of an Understudy)”
The resolution of our defective status remains abundantly clear.
Exempt of proud standing, I keep my spine upright despite a lagging undertow,
Keep the shoulders held firmly back with pretending conviction.
I muster the courage to accept my deficient position
Besides, second tier seating shines a moderate view
Of course, the isolated border impedes my path and retrains my toes at the ledge
The balcony beckons my obedience,
it confines further movements forward, wards off the finger tips touch.
And the vertical distance stands tall in between our scenes.
….But I am digressing nicely into my fractional title,
aren’t I?
The following fiddle strums a substandard flow
Always an after thought to fill the inferior role
A default prize when his first cries go unheard
Neglected by such detached regard
Like an abused puppy waiting on the porch, leash in mouth, waiting for her masters command before conceding to relief, sad brown eyes with hazel flecks in tow
Degraded by the powerlessness her position holds
The frigid two step strut brushes me aside
Mediocrity converts a modest confidence into self indulgent pity
--- spinning gold into straw,
A parallax effect that reverses form
Pressed up against the outskirts, I smear my nose to the glass
Looking inside the bubble that singes my senses
A confiscated gold metal moment only for themselves
With the primary selection they both seek.
The ever circular pattern revolves around me,
walling me out with an infinite perimeter.
In the meantime, I practice perfect words and rehearse the verses that might promote me
And elevate me from this understudy liaison
Disappointment’s backhanded slap ricochets in waves
My role has been arranged for me,
My bitter stamping foot and pushed out poutty lips lay a futile defiance
I go unnoticed amid her heroines shadow,
She still wins the first place prize in dominance
It’s always been easier to preserve a quieted clamor
Because rippling the water stirs insanity
But the barrier instigates some silent maneuvers
Soundless measures taken to stimulate a response
My building disposition formulates a force
intolerance begins to decline reason
A caution sign flashes the red sirens scream
An eruption of pending emotions violate me
His callous heart infuriates my patience in arduous strokes
Frustrations grim face frown digs down deeply into me
Crazed for an impulse blow, a lesson to excavate his thrown
On a whim, a spur, and a chance, and, without thought to consequence
I walk away
I walked away…. How could I have,
……actually, have walked away?
Weeks draw out since the brilliance was washed away,
The pitter patter heart beat slows in suit
Curdled up corners of a once was smile twist down at either end
This drought depraves a hollowed appetite
This newly anorexic sex drive is starved for just a morsel
Ravenous with hunger, insistent in thirsty pleasures one last time,
one more time…. any time to satisfy the abandoned night
A lonely string of regret sews an unending thread
That fleeting urge to amputate his affections quickly turned into absolution
I turned back my temper swiftly to sever the silence between us
Batting nil with an unrequited hello
I’m waiting for my turn at the plate again,
but did the time clock expire in my absence, a striking three defeat?
No, just the seventh inning stretch, an intermission at best,
And we resume play exactly as before
A grateful sigh sneaks out
The half glass is full when he’s sharing it with me
And so I have come to terms with my residency
A rhetorical inscription engraves my perception:
Second tier seating, a permanent placemat for the lonely
I oblige limitation’s jilted edge,
a conformist to his needs
Back in time we fall like before, swirling about in a polished ballet
Two dancing figurines no longer struggling for the lead
I, inevitably, bow to my knees.
The resolution of our defective status remains abundantly clear.
Exempt of proud standing, I keep my spine upright despite a lagging undertow,
Keep the shoulders held firmly back with pretending conviction.
I muster the courage to accept my deficient position
Besides, second tier seating shines a moderate view
Of course, the isolated border impedes my path and retrains my toes at the ledge
The balcony beckons my obedience,
it confines further movements forward, wards off the finger tips touch.
And the vertical distance stands tall in between our scenes.
….But I am digressing nicely into my fractional title,
aren’t I?
The following fiddle strums a substandard flow
Always an after thought to fill the inferior role
A default prize when his first cries go unheard
Neglected by such detached regard
Like an abused puppy waiting on the porch, leash in mouth, waiting for her masters command before conceding to relief, sad brown eyes with hazel flecks in tow
Degraded by the powerlessness her position holds
The frigid two step strut brushes me aside
Mediocrity converts a modest confidence into self indulgent pity
--- spinning gold into straw,
A parallax effect that reverses form
Pressed up against the outskirts, I smear my nose to the glass
Looking inside the bubble that singes my senses
A confiscated gold metal moment only for themselves
With the primary selection they both seek.
The ever circular pattern revolves around me,
walling me out with an infinite perimeter.
In the meantime, I practice perfect words and rehearse the verses that might promote me
And elevate me from this understudy liaison
Disappointment’s backhanded slap ricochets in waves
My role has been arranged for me,
My bitter stamping foot and pushed out poutty lips lay a futile defiance
I go unnoticed amid her heroines shadow,
She still wins the first place prize in dominance
It’s always been easier to preserve a quieted clamor
Because rippling the water stirs insanity
But the barrier instigates some silent maneuvers
Soundless measures taken to stimulate a response
My building disposition formulates a force
intolerance begins to decline reason
A caution sign flashes the red sirens scream
An eruption of pending emotions violate me
His callous heart infuriates my patience in arduous strokes
Frustrations grim face frown digs down deeply into me
Crazed for an impulse blow, a lesson to excavate his thrown
On a whim, a spur, and a chance, and, without thought to consequence
I walk away
I walked away…. How could I have,
……actually, have walked away?
Weeks draw out since the brilliance was washed away,
The pitter patter heart beat slows in suit
Curdled up corners of a once was smile twist down at either end
This drought depraves a hollowed appetite
This newly anorexic sex drive is starved for just a morsel
Ravenous with hunger, insistent in thirsty pleasures one last time,
one more time…. any time to satisfy the abandoned night
A lonely string of regret sews an unending thread
That fleeting urge to amputate his affections quickly turned into absolution
I turned back my temper swiftly to sever the silence between us
Batting nil with an unrequited hello
I’m waiting for my turn at the plate again,
but did the time clock expire in my absence, a striking three defeat?
No, just the seventh inning stretch, an intermission at best,
And we resume play exactly as before
A grateful sigh sneaks out
The half glass is full when he’s sharing it with me
And so I have come to terms with my residency
A rhetorical inscription engraves my perception:
Second tier seating, a permanent placemat for the lonely
I oblige limitation’s jilted edge,
a conformist to his needs
Back in time we fall like before, swirling about in a polished ballet
Two dancing figurines no longer struggling for the lead
I, inevitably, bow to my knees.
As If He Had
As If He Had
In dreams the dread still pursues me,
provoking uncertainties that never forget to rest
Steadfast with persisting trepidation,
A child whimpering under the drawing moon
Tosses and turns the fret between sheets,
Caught under the sleeping spells torment…..
They said he had died
I felt it as if he had
Every inch of time was endured by sweltering sensations that forced an unbridled realism into life
Each emotion evoked my pain in erratic ways
My balance twisted sideways,
The earth shook under foot,
My two limp legs declined my weight
And I fell my face unto the floor where I remained
There were grooves within the panels and splinters protruding from the wooden floorboards
I could feel each impression so clearly, so lifelike.
And then incurred the grief, Dear god, what angst!
My greatest rival could not tolerate watching my writhe through it
At first, a sound so slight fell out from quivering lips
Like stolen breathe put back a day late, but then amplified with intensity
An exalted scream like slaughtering my soul into decrepit shreds
Creeps upwards from the bowels of my stomach
And tears away from my voice with a vengeance
By the time the echo deflates back into normalcy,
All the happiness acquired over 29 years has been lacerated from existence
Left, is the empty, hollow, lost little girl crying sheets of tears,
My vision, a moist blur of purging desperation.
lying on a cold, wooden floor,
Depleted of the energy to hold myself erect
I lay there trembling, and alone.
The heavy, oh so heavy, beating, heart clenches at the accelerated pulse,
Quickening my blood in rushing waves of nausea
Flashes of his face stab at me,
Every memory moves through me at once.
I would never again hear my name pronounced as ‘Deli’
Never steady the rope and yell to him, “ready”
Never bestow onto him the surreal gift of being a grandfather
Reeling in the acknowledge of my worst fears confirmed,
I shudder, shake, and am startled back into waking light…..
They said that he had died,
I felt it as if he had
I really felt it as if he had.
In dreams the dread still pursues me,
provoking uncertainties that never forget to rest
Steadfast with persisting trepidation,
A child whimpering under the drawing moon
Tosses and turns the fret between sheets,
Caught under the sleeping spells torment…..
They said he had died
I felt it as if he had
Every inch of time was endured by sweltering sensations that forced an unbridled realism into life
Each emotion evoked my pain in erratic ways
My balance twisted sideways,
The earth shook under foot,
My two limp legs declined my weight
And I fell my face unto the floor where I remained
There were grooves within the panels and splinters protruding from the wooden floorboards
I could feel each impression so clearly, so lifelike.
And then incurred the grief, Dear god, what angst!
My greatest rival could not tolerate watching my writhe through it
At first, a sound so slight fell out from quivering lips
Like stolen breathe put back a day late, but then amplified with intensity
An exalted scream like slaughtering my soul into decrepit shreds
Creeps upwards from the bowels of my stomach
And tears away from my voice with a vengeance
By the time the echo deflates back into normalcy,
All the happiness acquired over 29 years has been lacerated from existence
Left, is the empty, hollow, lost little girl crying sheets of tears,
My vision, a moist blur of purging desperation.
lying on a cold, wooden floor,
Depleted of the energy to hold myself erect
I lay there trembling, and alone.
The heavy, oh so heavy, beating, heart clenches at the accelerated pulse,
Quickening my blood in rushing waves of nausea
Flashes of his face stab at me,
Every memory moves through me at once.
I would never again hear my name pronounced as ‘Deli’
Never steady the rope and yell to him, “ready”
Never bestow onto him the surreal gift of being a grandfather
Reeling in the acknowledge of my worst fears confirmed,
I shudder, shake, and am startled back into waking light…..
They said that he had died,
I felt it as if he had
I really felt it as if he had.
An Encounter On The Underground
An Encounter On The Underground
A nesting ache brews on the platform,
A knot pulls tight tight in my stomach
A fret infused with reoccurring worry sways in stale waves
Beads of sweat drip down my skin
Surfacing at the brow of unfiltered realism
We enter like cargo
I scan the collection for prey,---
She is here, again, timely as ever
Stationed stage right with one leg crossed,
Her heal tapping at the floor
I stress the day she’ll heed his call
I suffer the same probing fate daily
Ill at ease for the one time she ascertains his gaze too friendly
And smiles back in suit
I fasten my lip and widen my sights
Observing him in awe of her
He stares across the rails at her majesty
A pageant winning smile, perfect poise, thick locks of tussled hair sliding down her shoulders
And the longest lashes that kiss her cheekbones with every batting stroke
She fastens her smart gray pea coat and rises for her opening
He watches with salivating lust
Waiting for her strands of hair to separate, sneaking in a perfect vision
And catch the corner of an eye, watching, waiting, dreaming of hello
We travel a pair pulled apart at her image
His back pushes up against mine as the car slides left to right
But his focus is steady
Sliding the book into her purse, she gathers herself like always
A sleek enigma that bustles a breeze in her passing
She jostles her way between figures, succeeding in her exit
Into the sea of city faces,
Lost within the madness
Gone, as quickly as she came.
I breathe a sigh of relief, for today at least
A nesting ache brews on the platform,
A knot pulls tight tight in my stomach
A fret infused with reoccurring worry sways in stale waves
Beads of sweat drip down my skin
Surfacing at the brow of unfiltered realism
We enter like cargo
I scan the collection for prey,---
She is here, again, timely as ever
Stationed stage right with one leg crossed,
Her heal tapping at the floor
I stress the day she’ll heed his call
I suffer the same probing fate daily
Ill at ease for the one time she ascertains his gaze too friendly
And smiles back in suit
I fasten my lip and widen my sights
Observing him in awe of her
He stares across the rails at her majesty
A pageant winning smile, perfect poise, thick locks of tussled hair sliding down her shoulders
And the longest lashes that kiss her cheekbones with every batting stroke
She fastens her smart gray pea coat and rises for her opening
He watches with salivating lust
Waiting for her strands of hair to separate, sneaking in a perfect vision
And catch the corner of an eye, watching, waiting, dreaming of hello
We travel a pair pulled apart at her image
His back pushes up against mine as the car slides left to right
But his focus is steady
Sliding the book into her purse, she gathers herself like always
A sleek enigma that bustles a breeze in her passing
She jostles her way between figures, succeeding in her exit
Into the sea of city faces,
Lost within the madness
Gone, as quickly as she came.
I breathe a sigh of relief, for today at least
Monday, September 29, 2008
Divine Perfection
One beautiful creature shatters my calm composure,
Cultivating waves within my blood,
The shuddering beats thrive inside my chest as he nears
Crystal blue eyes fogged with green inflections
Dazzle and darken with his ever changing temperament
Flickering with excitement at every smile
But they always stare through me with penetrating intensity
His lashes sigh a flutter at every breath
I gaze up mystified by his glory
Childlike awe blurs all other sights from my vision
The steel structure of his flawless jaw line,
A chiseled design of perfection
One twist of hair falls faintly against his temple
I lean in to smooth it away
His scent tantalizes my senses.
My attention is drawn to the supple crease of his lips.
Pink and pouting lips that longed to be bitten,
But just gently, as to savor every morsel, slowly
Two pristine pedals when pursed against mine palpitate my soul
sliding shivers up my side and down again
His fingertips trigger electricity at every touch
He extends his hand out for me to follow his lead
The curved indent of is collar bone lured me inwards.
Aching for his masculine limbs to devour me
I steady myself against his broad shoulder
Nestled up into his arms,
Conformed tightly inside his embrace
I vow to always remain here with him, this way,
Our bodies interlocked in transcendent harmony
His sturdy arms capturing me into his chest
Porcelain skin polishing silk against mine.
Submerging myself into his radiating warmth,
With my brow tucked snugly under his chin
and his breathe across my cheek
We descend into sleep with perfect synchrony
Cultivating waves within my blood,
The shuddering beats thrive inside my chest as he nears
Crystal blue eyes fogged with green inflections
Dazzle and darken with his ever changing temperament
Flickering with excitement at every smile
But they always stare through me with penetrating intensity
His lashes sigh a flutter at every breath
I gaze up mystified by his glory
Childlike awe blurs all other sights from my vision
The steel structure of his flawless jaw line,
A chiseled design of perfection
One twist of hair falls faintly against his temple
I lean in to smooth it away
His scent tantalizes my senses.
My attention is drawn to the supple crease of his lips.
Pink and pouting lips that longed to be bitten,
But just gently, as to savor every morsel, slowly
Two pristine pedals when pursed against mine palpitate my soul
sliding shivers up my side and down again
His fingertips trigger electricity at every touch
He extends his hand out for me to follow his lead
The curved indent of is collar bone lured me inwards.
Aching for his masculine limbs to devour me
I steady myself against his broad shoulder
Nestled up into his arms,
Conformed tightly inside his embrace
I vow to always remain here with him, this way,
Our bodies interlocked in transcendent harmony
His sturdy arms capturing me into his chest
Porcelain skin polishing silk against mine.
Submerging myself into his radiating warmth,
With my brow tucked snugly under his chin
and his breathe across my cheek
We descend into sleep with perfect synchrony
Friday, September 26, 2008
Ich Weiß Nicht Warum (I don’t Know Why)
The walls seal in the silence
The still sound of nothing reverberates
Echoes are like dust on the film
Each layer is a demotion of declining time
Like rings imprinted within a tree’s root
Telling the story of each days passing change
The distance is enclosed by the cluster
Pushing memories further apart
Fine lines dig into my palm
Engraving all our moments under my skin
Your face begins to escape my conscious
Just above the crowd but beyond my grasp
Your name trips over my tongue
There is a familiar sway in your stride
But it presses on steadfast and strong
And I don’t know why,
A gentle humming motor drums the same song
Four blades spin the same circle,
A cycle of moderated sleep
It keeps the quiet from stalking me
Floorboards still creek where you once stepped
The creaking lingers after the weight alleviated space
I long for another pounce to break them down again
Another capricious encounter to fill the night
Then cradle me into slumber
It has come to this,
I miss you, and I don’t know why,
My days are troubled to disfigure the lies
Which words were honest, if any,
and which lead me into a trap of denial?
The images you portrayed leave me peeling at the paint
The colors smear lost days to fade
You face is framed in my forum
An enclosed memory for me to bleed,
So I bleed, ... and I don’t know why
Your name is a poorly ushered breathe
A whisper that calls to me still
Quietly secured in the breeze rushing past
Gone again,misplaced back into the darkness
I must remember why I must forget you
But only thoughts of you remain,
My pet has wandered away from my command
I am left searching for the cord
or some insight to ensure unruffled sleep at night
So that your callous smirk no longer invades my dreams.
In spite of the tragedy we have become,
I miss you, my love,
And I don’t know why...
I don’t know why.
The still sound of nothing reverberates
Echoes are like dust on the film
Each layer is a demotion of declining time
Like rings imprinted within a tree’s root
Telling the story of each days passing change
The distance is enclosed by the cluster
Pushing memories further apart
Fine lines dig into my palm
Engraving all our moments under my skin
Your face begins to escape my conscious
Just above the crowd but beyond my grasp
Your name trips over my tongue
There is a familiar sway in your stride
But it presses on steadfast and strong
And I don’t know why,
A gentle humming motor drums the same song
Four blades spin the same circle,
A cycle of moderated sleep
It keeps the quiet from stalking me
Floorboards still creek where you once stepped
The creaking lingers after the weight alleviated space
I long for another pounce to break them down again
Another capricious encounter to fill the night
Then cradle me into slumber
It has come to this,
I miss you, and I don’t know why,
My days are troubled to disfigure the lies
Which words were honest, if any,
and which lead me into a trap of denial?
The images you portrayed leave me peeling at the paint
The colors smear lost days to fade
You face is framed in my forum
An enclosed memory for me to bleed,
So I bleed, ... and I don’t know why
Your name is a poorly ushered breathe
A whisper that calls to me still
Quietly secured in the breeze rushing past
Gone again,misplaced back into the darkness
I must remember why I must forget you
But only thoughts of you remain,
My pet has wandered away from my command
I am left searching for the cord
or some insight to ensure unruffled sleep at night
So that your callous smirk no longer invades my dreams.
In spite of the tragedy we have become,
I miss you, my love,
And I don’t know why...
I don’t know why.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Loves Lining
Two hearts shred loves lining,
Tearing apart the barriers of trust
Severing the attached tie
Their magnetism has faded over time
diminishing the gravity rooting them together
tugging upon sterile strings now knotted in emotion
weighing down every memory delicately embedded
Until neither is dearly the keeper of their devotion.
Elapsing time has thwarted their days to come
Each passing measure stumbles over another
Appointing distance as their shield
Demoting affections to retreat
Desisting any residual or favorable feelings
Like cooling embers fading out the fire
The omnipotent touch suffers an abandoned brush
and the simplest kiss is quieted by a shrieking quill
Screaming indignities reverberate the four walls
Her shoulders descend at either end
His once was smile falls at the bend
Two eyes refuse contact,
A mechanism used to defend against the inevitable
Every lull piles upon the bricks
and grouts the cement between them.
Divided walls with separate slumbers keep them part,
Isolates the tension trembling
An impending departure looms on unspoken tongues
Words are altered by the others interpretation
Their intended mark fails it’s reach
Denoting the greatest source of misunderstanding
A silence commences between them
Resolution washes away as he braves the exit
Impacting the finality with a slamming closed door.
Pride seals shut the border
Alone at the table, across from no one now, she unleashes her final cry
Tracing the empty glass with delicate fingers
She lowers her chin and releases a sigh --sorrow.
Their song echos a distant haunting in her mind
Notes that once bound them in melody now strike in abrasive waves
The clock ticks in the corner
louder with each beat.
Forever came so quickly
Without death to bid them part
One chose to shatter the vows bestowed
Sidestepping the sicker or poorer
for another road
Loves lining has shred the founding threads
She sits alone forever more
Tearing apart the barriers of trust
Severing the attached tie
Their magnetism has faded over time
diminishing the gravity rooting them together
tugging upon sterile strings now knotted in emotion
weighing down every memory delicately embedded
Until neither is dearly the keeper of their devotion.
Elapsing time has thwarted their days to come
Each passing measure stumbles over another
Appointing distance as their shield
Demoting affections to retreat
Desisting any residual or favorable feelings
Like cooling embers fading out the fire
The omnipotent touch suffers an abandoned brush
and the simplest kiss is quieted by a shrieking quill
Screaming indignities reverberate the four walls
Her shoulders descend at either end
His once was smile falls at the bend
Two eyes refuse contact,
A mechanism used to defend against the inevitable
Every lull piles upon the bricks
and grouts the cement between them.
Divided walls with separate slumbers keep them part,
Isolates the tension trembling
An impending departure looms on unspoken tongues
Words are altered by the others interpretation
Their intended mark fails it’s reach
Denoting the greatest source of misunderstanding
A silence commences between them
Resolution washes away as he braves the exit
Impacting the finality with a slamming closed door.
Pride seals shut the border
Alone at the table, across from no one now, she unleashes her final cry
Tracing the empty glass with delicate fingers
She lowers her chin and releases a sigh --sorrow.
Their song echos a distant haunting in her mind
Notes that once bound them in melody now strike in abrasive waves
The clock ticks in the corner
louder with each beat.
Forever came so quickly
Without death to bid them part
One chose to shatter the vows bestowed
Sidestepping the sicker or poorer
for another road
Loves lining has shred the founding threads
She sits alone forever more
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