Of Hope
A breath swelled
within my chest
and released,
with it went the agonies
and the fears
that had been raining on me
these past years,
gone as well
were your putrid smells
to hell.
Do they torment you
as once they did me?
Will they be with you
for eternity
and white you suffer,
do you think of me?
Chance Of Thunderstorms
The sound of rumbling overhead mocks,
knowing that I left my home unprepared.
Those above sprinkle contemptuously
on the meal that is meant to nourish me.
As if to fill me with fear, they clap hands,
adding to their riotous spectacle.
If they only knew how refreshed I feel!
Certificate Of Marriage
I've walked away from the paper that lies,
the one that said, "...until death us do part,..."
it has no power over wanderlust,
it lost control when boundaries were crossed,
it's crackling cries did not soften me,
as it turned to cinders, I breathed relief.
Lunch Time
Raindrops tap at the window soothingly.
the sound a conduit to other worlds.
Gates open and beings begin to whisper
their enchantments, wanting to lead me on.
My work clothes slip from me with no effort,
revealing only a bloodstained garment
with no discernable shape, organic,
slithering, tantalizing and tantric.
While my will is at rest, these beings take me,
but to where is yet to be determined.
Each attempt at rousing myself awake
is foiled, delirium is setting in.
At the sound of the alarm consciousness
rends me from the phantasmagorical!
This City Is As Beautiful As It Is Ugly
A life was taken during my commute yesterday,
I did not think about those left behind,
my mind was on how I would make it to work on time,
what alternate route I should take,
whether or not to reset my alarm for an earlier time in order to avoid unforeseen delays in the future.
Today, I imagine that the dead is being mourned by those that were left behind,
perhaps a little girls cries for the one that will never return,
there may be a boy that will have to learn to be a different man than he may have been,
a wife may caress the empty pillow beside her tonight,
a parent weeps.
The individual that took the life may be on a train, bus or plane to another state,
that, or he may have gone to school,
just another day,
it could have been the first kill or business as usual.
Did he go home and hug his kid, kiss his wife, walk his dog, take the money from the cadaver to buy groceries?
Artists’ Plea
I'd like to capture
you
the way that nature
you
it made. Say I may.
You
will cherish the day
you
gave in to my sway.
Consented
Awake, with eyes closed,
I feel your weight shift.
You seem very bold
as my foot you lift
to your hungry mouth,
your exploring tongue
taking without doubt
what you will. My fugue,
will continue. I
will fain you proceed.
What acts you contrive
will inform my deeds...
...awake with eyes closed,
I make my weight shift.
My heart very cold
as I take a kiss...
This Peace Has Been Expensive
I have no cause for alarm.
There is no reason for me
to feel anything but peace.
Why, then, the melancholy?
It's all that it took for me
to get here, the pain, the hurt,
the anger, embarrassment...
Eleven Syllables By Eleven Lines
The expanse of the page, the only limit
chosen with which to create limitless worlds.
Within this stretch, I will do, feel, imagine
the innumerable possibilities
of space, time, the conscience and subconsciousness.
I will explore other worlds or conquer them,
create plains of existence or destroy them,
bring to light the personality of death,
while formulating an argument for life.
On this tract, the only limitation is
what should be self-imposed to write the story.