The wails resounding in my mind

are etched deeply in my soul

buried deeper than scars on skin

enduring craters impressed on heart.

Mind scars hidden with scarves

marking dusty paths of

serpentine streets of the past.

I tear chunks of my layers

to erase the wounds

scar tissue is dying forlorn

but memory lives forever.

Crushed ice blisters

can’t be healed by whiskey

but I hide my scars in stars

where they are unseen

in blackest night.

Your eyes were seditious

As they wrecked my kingdom of heart.

Still I ought to salvage under your castle in sky

Only to falter in solemnly love.......

Perplexity of bizarre feeling still resides in me

As you were my muse for downfall to be...

Being enlightened I still kept grinning

Losing to you was what I proclaimed as winning....

-Born Maverick

Well I believe everyone in attendance had a grand time!

All ate and drank their fill

No one went home without breakfast

All dishes are washed

Rooms all cleaned up

Garbage remove

Furniture back in its proper place

All poets returned home safely

All nestled in their own beds

Missing shoes and articles of clothing

In a box inside the foyer closet

A huge thank you to our hostess

Doors and windows locked

Remember what happens at a prose party stays at a prose party

Monk has left the building

Me Or You??

Indeed it's You...

You are the one all over me...

You instilled the dreams in me...

You pick on to perceive imperfections in me

Even your curves and edges were all perfect for me...

You are tired of me but am never of you.

All I find is to be drowned in you

While you swim across with someone.

Never for me you were a pack of just fun.

At the end of bridge you found perfect someone

And am still hanging there thinking you were the only one...

And again my heart asks the same question..

Me or You??

But this time it's Me......

It's me who misses you in my front seat

Rhythm of you is adhered to my heart beat

I search for your scents in my sweaters and sheet.

But all I find is a deserted craving

Even the ecstasy without you is just another feeling.

Mixing my drink with your feelings has nearly got me reeling..

All I do is reminiscing.....

All you claimed was that you loved me more

I am still here but you ain't anymore...

Now I still ask the same..who loves more??

Me or You??

-Born Maverick

I am

Faint

Whisper

Lost

Dripped

To my

Melancholy

Cup

My tears

For you

To drink

& taste

Feelings

I felt

For

You.

she swings next to him,

out of sync,

but they meet at the bottom

every time they come down,

and he can't find her rhythm

no matter what he does,

wishing he could

sway with her,

but she adds to the breeze

when she passes,

and when he has to stop,

and leave the park,

it'll feel home

when he stands,

because there at the bottom,

where feet scrape dust,

the one place

her perfume crossed his path,

and he could see her smiling

as she changed speed,

knowing he would never

stop until there was no sun.

Your presence

A gentle pressure

Rooting me against

The push and pull

Of life

Friend-Lover-Wife

Framed in time

Our moment-

This rose

This ring

This promise

Forever

Be

For this-

"A Love Supreme"

-DeRicki.

(In memory, rest in peace - John Coltrane, American jazz legend, September 23, 1926 – July 17, 1967)

Ecstasy takes a front seat

Innocence is lost

Reason tumbled out window

Tiny feet watched

'Til watching's done

Feet dance with the Sun

Caressing sands, hot

Easing Life's "Gordian knots"