| Nosology Is Me |
Apr 14, 2008 10:23 pm
432 Views |  | I am a walking catalogue of disaster,
courting dysfunction and disease.
Through the blood injuries of my ancestors
I’ve inherited a predisposition to surgery,
to suffer through invasive procedures,
lengthy scars in the folds of my skin,
counting on multiple medicines
to enhance internal reconstruction.
I endure liaisons with lancets,
my physician silent while I weep,
and when the pain becomes unbearable
I yearn for the succor of sleep. |
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| Overrated Reality |
Apr 6, 2008 8:39 pm
541 Views |  | I have lived for years in the light of your infectious smile,
have vowed to try one more time,
remitting every indiscretion securely to the past,
not to be pried apart or spoken of
as I don’t feel relativity will stop the tension and verbal abuse,
violence erupting unwittingly before a call of "truce".
I will faithfully revise your face
to what I see in the mirror,
a prisoner to this winter of wills
where everyone loses
and nobody wants to give.
We’ve open warfare upon the psyche,
Leaving the pain intact and panging,
a window of opportunity,
the soundtrack of your life singing sweetly
as bodies pile up by the door.
You’d rather fight than ever be captured,
retain your freedom whatever the cost,
regardless of any impending loss,
giving up with a grin what you said was your dream,
wishing it all away unseen,
to wipe the slate clean before deep sleep,
to fall through that crack in the sky,
the drawer where you keep your emotion,
and then carry on like you don’t give a damn.
But when you see through everything
you end up with nothing,
and lack of love is a cold bedfellow indeed,
similar to this
overrated
reality. |
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| Water Me Down |
Mar 29, 2008 3:54 pm
511 Views |  | Water me down
make me less intense
dilute then distill me
to just the pertinent points
the thinnest of veneers
until I’m on your level
so you can classify me
peg me into some narrow slot
where you believe all people belong
strangle my sensitive spirit
crush my creative force to dust
tarnish my dreams and hopes
to deadly pure lackluster
wash away the wonder of the world
down your dutiful drain
until you can take me like weak medicine
without having to think or feel |
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| Let Me Buy Your Sustenance |
Mar 4, 2008 4:18 pm
817 Views |  | I am simply addicted to shopping.
Not for shoes or clothes, electronics or linens,
but food.
Yes, take me to your local store
amd I will slowly tour each aisle,
peruse the specialty section for apple mundet,
Cotswold, and coconut macaroons.
The store circulars seem made for me
to strategically plan the iternerary
and timely interlude of each shopping escapade.
Being in the presence of such abundance
makes my spirit lift and my heart long to dance,
yet somehow it remains intensely personal,
nothing I have shared with another.....
'till now.
Ask me the prices of things you might eat,
cheese, eggs, milk, eggplant, zucchini,
lemons or limes, coconuts and oranges,
pineapple or plantain.
If you're feeling ill, give me a call,
I'll shop for the soup, advance your recovery.
To make a list so I could shop for you I would freely do.
So if you like to eat food but you don't like to buy it,
just give me a contract, and gladly I'll sign it,
then fondly prepare with loving care
every morsel that enters your body.
I just love the grocery store,
with all its rich romantic lore.
It has everything I need and is so organized.
I can take what I fancy and come away happy,
a meditation upon paradise. |
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| Creativity |
Feb 25, 2008 9:09 am
1007 Views |  | You, my goddess, my truest muse,
Every cell of my being I owe to you.
You nourish my mind, kindle my soul,
Ensconced in this fabric of spirited growth.
With bountiful beauty or drowned in despair
Your existence is vital, beyond compare.
Love cannot describe the depths that I feel
And words remain useless in its power.
Your unharnessed energy awaits transcendence
Akin to the bloom of an exotic flower
At the core of your creativity.
I know our affinity can’t ever end.
by you I will grow old and die with
Never hoping for a better friend. |
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| Spiritual Blackmail |
Feb 8, 2008 7:36 am
1206 Views |  | Contrary to objection
lacking obsequious sorrow
resisting relentless rejection
weighted diff'rences subside.
You laugh and I feel full of air.
Craving courteous crassness
lingering haberdash sedative
traversing worrisome ice fields
off that tragic lake of subjection.
You laugh and I feel far away.
Fortuitous forgetful finicking
past adjusted longing
salient transient recipient
betrays restricted techniques.
If I say if out loud
will you listen to me???
If I say it out loud
stripped of hope
will you dance for the devil,
will you covet the truth of another???
Between wordless love
and unspeakable explicatives ---
all spiritual blackmail ---
caught in your world............
or mine |
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| Andrew |
Jan 29, 2008 1:31 pm
1249 Views |  | Such strong beautiful hands,
solid tapered fingertips
attached to a body
falling apart.
Not the only irony -
He shields his face
from the force of stupidity
enclosed in this room.
A narcissistic "leader"
controls the fate of his corporeal morbidity,
while he sits quietly
waiting for time to pass,
thinking of hot coffee
and tomorrow. |
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| "Management" Meetings |
Jan 22, 2008 2:50 pm
1343 Views |  | You smirk at me from across the room,
bored beyong belief,
taking notes in this inconsequential assembly.
Ah, we both know the truth.
Words bouncing off these walls
land in the well of oblivion,
where nothing gets done
and thousands of dollars are wasted.
Her lack of leadership
is killing us quickly
as she enlists our performance in nonessential loitering,
catering to her whims.
My god, how slowly time twists
as we suffer through her platitudes.
Some days I actually wish to endure her temper,
to be outcast from this house
before it crumbles on its own.
Without words, in the imbecility of this shared routine adventure,
just by your smile,
I know you're pulling with me.
We both understand,
contrary to popular belief,
yes, the easy way out is best. |
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| Goodbye Michael Bondurant |
Jan 18, 2008 12:40 pm
1452 Views |  | Gone
moving on
death is a doorway
you walked across.
Your body's empty, your soul is free
and someday time may fade my memory
but for the moment I can't help but cry.
For now and forever,
dear Michael, goodbye. |
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| Planetary Insanity |
Jan 14, 2008 3:01 pm
1452 Views |  | Let them judge our worth
not by the billions we have killed
nor by those we left behind,
passed over and obscured.
Let them hail the new age
by the paradigms we pursued,
by the history we've forgotten
and the mountains we have moved.
I fail not to give my props
to those who toiled to save my crops,
evening the score.
Quick! Find the time.
Materialize.
Call the game by its rightful name.
Planetary insanity.
This is what now rules. |
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