Scared:
Flared,
-out like pocketbooks,
…of the ants,
Of our existence.
You can't feel my pain,
Lots of disdain,
….oozes from your pores,
-you've written scores,
On opportunities,
To last,
To blast,
On the schemes & imaginations,
…of your mind,
You ARE so kind…
…Or ARE you?
What does your therapist say?
"we've all gone astray",
On the beds of our sins,
Sitting on pins,
Not THEIR backs on the line,
Caught up in their twines,
-of pardoned debts,
But, I should have left it ALL-
-at YOUR door!

Feelings:
All undone,
Come to be one,
-hair to scare your demons,
…the fright MOUNTS,
-I sit on your chair,
…and stare,
At your greatness,
At your fakeness,
At your "stakeness",
-the tell-tale times,
Of our hearts…for few,
Un-DO,
-my heart,
-tearing us apart.
Broken dreams glare,
At me like sodomized prisoners,
Losers without score,
Show up at your front door,
Losers, freaks, nerds, turds,
-those unworthy to be classified
-with those of the tearing-apart class,
Brass resounds---on my head,
…wish I couldn't dread,
How you make me out…
…to be "undone crazy",
Well, f--- you!

Falling Hard:
I stare at her dreams,
We all did,
With amazement & glee,
All the troubles,
Of the world-gone!
Gone are her cares,
She flies like the bumblebee,
Unlimited are her dream-places,
Her meadows,
Her escapes-no more
-a need for them.
She blaringly will "sin",
In the Heavenly Kingdom,
All her own,
All home-grown,
Her kindness everlasting,
Meat falls from her wings,
The glory it brings,
Is for those who can embrace.

The Face:
…The Face of your dreams,
Tears me apart at the seams,
Like flutes in June,
Reaching in tune,
Tearing us apart,
Heart-to-heart,
Smart from the start,
…we abide…
……by our demons,
Fluently speaking to us,
Through garbs only fetishes can understand,
Come, take my hand,
And you'll see,
The three,
In one,
In…all…of…us.

Blaringly:
Blaringly I stare,
Pillars of water…on fire,
Aspire,
To claim my poetry,
Enraptured by,
Thoughts of all it has to offer,
Proffer,
Me a bargain,
…wouldn't trade it,
Proffer…
Me a BARGAIN,
WOULDN'T trade it,
Hanging on the shade-tree,
Of the imageries of my soul,
The imageries that make up Whole,
That make us…who we…aspire…to be…

Daringly:

Daunting,
Like flame untamed,
Torches start,
To tear apart- her heart,
God, what a relief,
When my grief…
…starts to simmer,
Down from it's usual boil,
Watch them stare and recoil,
At the sight of you,
TALK to them, few,
Though few your words may be,
Your spirits paint in my mind a thousand ships,
All heading down to the place of broken dreams,
DON'T stop me!
Clarify my love,
Yours is much to take,
…it might take a lifetime,
Unraveling all the hopes & fears,
That's OK,
Because I have forever,
NOTHING will sever…
…my ties with you!!!
…THE BEGINNING

I Chase To A…:

Place…
Where hearts are not broken,
Where we can start over to…
Bless the scene of you…
…and me…
Wow! What I see!
Blood-stained, wounded, take it out,
Extricate it-shout!
(the wounds of our friends),
-bitter our ends…
…with them.
Staring at the ghosts,
Of trapments of pearls,
Boys & girls,
Listen closely,
Don't EVER fall in love,
Unless you are TRULY brave enough,
To cut your heart, to feel more,
Everything so Technicolor,
But all so, remember,
You will surely see more sin,
More disease, more hate,
Than you ever fathomed or imagined…
…can you handle this?
This truth so overlooked?
Your meadows will bleed one day,
Pouring forth,
Stagnating your fresh-water ideas,
NEXT day your meadows will light up,
All of life will seem so big,
& NOTHING makes you feel better,
NOTHING, I say,
THIS is the bond,
We should choose,
But bear in mind,
You must be BRAVE enough,
To endure all of this,
Look! Love waits for you with a kiss,
A kiss of bliss!
But are you READY…for this???????

Friends:

Toy dolls,
All play,
Like up,
they say,
"don't take my
Friends away!",
Books & dolls,
Very so taken,
All to the calls,
Of childhood friends,
Grantedly, forever without end,
Blend our minds,
The dolls do so,
They seem to know,
To KNOW our show,
What's TO bestow?
Our love is warm,
Made cold by those "above",
Stop STEALING our love!
a-blissfully they play,
acting out their dreams, they may…
know they are, or maybe not…

On A Slope:

Falling down…
Are our dreams,
At the seams,
Our lovers,
Under our covers,
All for the trap,
The bent we call our lives,
As everyone strives,
…allegiance…
-to THEIR cause.
But I ask that we just PAUSE,
Our annuities to count,
And say, "WHAT is this all ABOUT?"
Carrying,
Our tide,
Are the lovers that borrow,
Our names for fame,
And we THINK it's all a game,
For the few that are lovers,
Under the covers…
Gone,…but not forgotten.

Bought by Pride:

Amalgamate tide,
Resting beside,
Her weary shoulders,
Lies a bed,
Many believe to be her own,
But there it seems none to have grown,
On her oddities,
Her "smallities",
That WE call life.
Abstract-poems,
Gone, but not forgotten,
Are her dreams,…
…..her dreams,…to ride,….
By her side,
ALWAYS are doubts,
As to WHICH side,
Her bed lies on,
Feelings LESS will don,
Don today clothes from above,
TESTIFY my love, dear,
TESTIFY my love,
Marry yourself to said grove,
Drips down with sweat,
Fortunate to whet,
Their appetites for destruction,
Not a whole lot of suction…
Left to merit their cause…
The mouth cannot hold on…
To the ideas laboured forth…
IN one's head,
Weak, but not dead,
WEAK, but not DEAD!