Circles

An inference of platitudes a circle and defining latitude, a foreign thought, a cross across sovereign skies intertwined tales of lassitude a 3 pence secret and yellowed articles that speak of it In front of the old brownstone with the oaken door a brass knob turned the opening thereby, gaining entry in time born of an odd soliloquy the remnant unfettered I noticed it changed your gait left unlocked, the gate swung in silently on freshly oiled hinges privy to the partly secluded, you saw the closing once you spoke of the orange Tom-cat asleep on the porch. Certain you … Continue reading Circles

another notion

I felt the sound of the water and her words were there the water ate my father, but his words were fair when the day had left us, languid and heartbroken the night bestowed me a chill as it laughed. Interrupted by blindness I sought to find a light the notion of warmth caused a torrid of movement from my torpid corpse Did I fail to mention I die each night? A quest for fire so that I may see and leave this cold far behind me I soon was to be gifted a vision of hope a fire flickered … Continue reading another notion

Somewhere In an Opera

I bite my tongue and watch blood trace patterns of words I do not Know I wish I could die or become something more engrave your whys into their thoughts begin to understand you fools love has, is and always will be your favorite illusion so drive me home after the opera your scorn can follow me to my door but it is not allowed to come in there are demons tearing at my eyes folding visions into pills forcing me to enjoy the trip saving my feelings for the day when your eyes no longer lie alas, to wait … Continue reading Somewhere In an Opera

Minutes, Pt.2

https://ramjetpoetry.wordpress.com/2017/02/27/minutes-pt-1/ Keep with the forced faith read your instructions strike in hatred for it will cleanse or destroy us delicately no one can feel the indolent passage of too much time, osmosis of the dangers fear spawned fool in mud-field given implements of demise the sounds of atonement have no purpose increase your production by sleeping with the lepers he pained to hear her name driving through shell shock the endless weave a scrambled stream of thread leading to nowhere I must speak, whom will live not caring for the inbred dogs, so much cattle in chains, debase your ignorance … Continue reading Minutes, Pt.2

Minutes, pt.1

grey with anguish in pain I feel.  The known is not forever forest red roads glitter, showing home blind faith sea moves with the blood, whisper the moon crowns of coins, to be here is to fall low, I think melancholic moods shifting eyes seek the mind at one with her brooding, universe stretches across voiceless reaching tundras of mistakes and forgotten promises violent emotions raging horizons burning, the bird speaks ancient sequences that flow across lakes in darkness spearheading the dawn, severed ties of kin, poor boy starves with an anarchist saint, gone to the hell we all recognize … Continue reading Minutes, pt.1

Akimbo

In part, impart we departed toward unknown parts unbeknownst to most disillusioned, disenchanted disappointed with the loneliness we want more the love we lost somewhere along the way the lost we loved nowhere to be found today it is soothing to believe it is out there 19 drops off the ledge and I still haven’t fallen far enough soul akimbo and awkward with an alabaster sheen and guts in between a misbegotten toy my love is longing I long for love like yours to feel joy I could be your real boy I would sing and I would dance I … Continue reading Akimbo

Patterns

the touch of the taste of patterns in my drying mouth forgone conclusions river rise in the summer south you will never quiet someone like me ever again the combustible secret stolen out under you my friend seeking signing soiree eyes dark raven black point movements in rhythm quaking tearing at the joint mobile massive missives masticate unnerve today fate many times over the process unable replicate another missing picture faded on the crumbling wall hand and head and feet and ears ringing drowned doll I don’t recognize featured masque becoming my mother hearts outside beating peaks hands not of … Continue reading Patterns

Fall in Rhapsody

mountain copper essence of the thoughts of you burnished bright like an autumn afternoon A vision of life exquisite rose-gold amber, copper, bronze and cream morning mists and aquamarine if I could I would paint earth and sky in the shades of your hair and the colour of your eyes ne’er did I ever see the image of woman captured so perfectly Auburn curls iris of seas, green My heart unfurls, and the falling for you in rhapsody   Continue reading Fall in Rhapsody

My Fear

Pander to the knowing rough cheek rouge red slapped resounding cutting monolithic like the ego burning at the front In mourning find amusement In sorrow cannot fathom what your abuse meant sign of love, gift of hate what was the need you possess to feed me scraps from your plate I desire the longing of peace I beg for another blow to the head being unconscious is a small release I do not know if you be man or beast Your eyes scream with the knowledge of violence I grow so small I am become least Ponder all the knowing … Continue reading My Fear