She who had left me
I’m a girl with no tattoos, no iron-tight beliefs, no heart to give to any man or a sign.
I no longer believe in fairy-tales or fascination, the world is black, if ever there was a soul to observe it.
She took both the world and the fairy-tales, the ink on my skin as well as the promise. She buried her heart in volcanic soil next to mine and said it was for keeps.
Now her body lay there in the ashes, buried two yards underneath. The world has moved on, as did her soul away from me.
My girl is dead, and that is the only promise left for me.
A dog named Ginger...
In 2002, for a wedding present
for my soon to be bride
A pet I chose, to give to
her with busting pride
In the pet shop,
a miniature schnauser did pick me
not by running away but
by running right up to me
So I paid for her right then and there,
and picked her up that night after work
you should have seen the crates, food
and toys I could carry - you'd think I went beserk
So home I went with my prize
the present I couldn't wait to give
and rapt our apt door
where on the mat, our pet had come to live
My soon to be wife, opened the door
And screamed with delight,
like never before
she came and hugged me so tight!
And upon examination of the gingerbread men
on her 'kerchief said, "You shall be Ginger"
And there is was, that was how I spent the next ten
years with the women I loved - around their finger
But in 2012, on May 4th, I lost my father
it was devastating and I took care of my old
girl, who now had to have shots and was blind
but who still ran to me with her heart of gold
And three weeks later, on May 23, a day after
my Dad's birthday, Ginger had a stroke that took her
And I cried for the second time that month
as she was on the table, stroking her fur
Foul Taste
You tell me that you love me,
but I think that isn't so,
Perhaps you're only as fond of me,
as is a farmer of his hoe,
Still you take me to your bed each night,
there you have your way with me,
Why you treat me like you do,
that I'll never see,
Because each night,
after you've done your deed,
you say something,
that makes me sicken,
You compliment me on my sour thighs,
Then say I tasted like chicken!
(c) BAM
Savage Seas
I was so drunk on you
that I couldn’t see
that you were only
a ship in the harbor
of endless turbulent seas
full of hungry whores
and the rage
of empty bottles discarded.
I hesitated to blot out
the jangling reality
of your hostile façade.
Torn and drowned
in rapture,
I hardly noticed
the deep bloody scars
but I remember
the hammered pain,
the acid tears
burning a hole
in my psyche,
and my frozen heart
and empty soul
as I lost my grip,
piece by piece,
pleading to walk
with you
through savage seas.
Our voyage ended
when you sailed off
without me
but I still craved,
and remembered,
the driving rain
and your vacant eyes
as they drilled craters
into my essence.
i am someone
i don’t know
not without you
how
i ask myself
how did i start identifying myself
only with you
and the moment you take a step back
i lose balance
stagger backwards
you and i
used to be an us
now it’s just me
and every song you left me with
songs that break me
because i don’t have you
and without you
i don’t have me.
The Family Breakup
That morning I knew it was over,
I was young, I didn't understand but, now I am older,
The crazy stupid notion of love grew colder
On the day I found out my dad was never a soldier.
He didn't march on or even retreat,
He sat in the middle of a battlefield and admitted his defeat,
That battle field was called depression and it killed him it did,
He did something so terrible even God forbid.
The deep scars you gave remain,
Deeper than the ones I gave myself with feelings I couldn’t contain,
These crazy ideas used to bounce around in my brain,
All because you never gave yourself time to explain.
Time to explain why felt that way,
Time to explain why you couldn’t stay,
Time to explain the reason to why
You thought the easy way was to die.
I am sorry, I truly am,
Sorry I thought better of you as a man,
Sorry your love didn’t stretch so far,
And sorry you destroyed all that you are.
Now this is me saying, it wasn’t me it was you,
You who tore apart everything I knew,
You who set a bad example which I so nearly followed
You who made my heart feel icy and hollowed.
You took your life and part of mine,
The part where I have a father who doesn’t resign,
The part where my dad watches me climb,
The one where everything turns out just fine.
This was a break up between you and me,
A break up you cast upon the whole family,
We haven’t recovered don’t be fooled,
The mask I have created may look like a jewel.
So, what I am saying in this rhyme of mine
Is that you gave us battle wounds that won’t heal in time,
Instead they will shrink and become less sore
I won’t let mine swallow me anymore.
The Definition of Poetry
Poetry is a universal language that is either completely misunderstood or completely understood and when applied, can be life changing. It is the written ability to say so much by saying very little. Poetry gives life to the still pages of a book. It has the power to sting, the power to heal, the power to transform, or the power the destroy. The power of poetry when it is understood, is limitless. Poetry is timeless, and transcends the hand of the clock, reaching from generation to generation. From era to era, giving lessons from the past to those who absorb it in the future.
Architect
Poetry's my world-voice, an interface, a hotline to God and the guitar strings of the universe; it's my marble and mortar and methodology for building castles, the foundation of my empire. Poems in hand, I architect worlds of honey and stone; I hold hands with kings and listen to them breathe; I feel the air I breathe all the way to my fingertips. It is in me, it moves through me, it possesses my pen, until I think in its rhythms and walk in its steps. In the moments where there are no words, the poetry lingers, until it breaks the bonds of language and steps naked into our understanding, a window to the world beyond.