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Mistress of the Caged LionWalking forward
Holding your hand
There is nothing which can divide us
We are the same
For we are most different
And you only know this half
Without understanding the whole
Where will you go
When your dichotomy is no longer valid?
What is the purpose?
Who holds the keys?
The caged lion never sleeps
Nor is he awake to the Real world beyond
So what are those bars made of
If not yourself?
If not your own mind
Only when blind to his own cage
Can such an animal be at peace
For he knows not the limitations of his own
And he holds ambition back for none but his own ambition
Could I be suicidal?
If I was not sure
I would never ask
Only lie to you to make you believe me
And hold this secret within myself
For no one should bear themselves
To the outside judgment which originates
Holding us against ourselves
Fighting to keep that shameful cage about our eyes
Only to have us on display
For all our eyes to see her trophy
For all the world to know her function
The Improv 2Winter weather
Not without a sense of approaching freshness
Waiting along the path
Beyond the break in those clouds
Somewhere off in the sun's blinding light
See the spots?
Feel the burn?
It only means you're still looking into the future
Blinding yourself to the steps ahead
Can't tell the difference now
I can only know that familiar feeling
Sick to my stomach
Light in my head
Nothing here but that resonating white light of solar dreams
Waking UpWhats in a dream
When dreamt by dreamers,
Dreaming dreams in bed?
Are such dreams dreamt,
By dreamers dreaming,
To dream of such a dream?
Or are such dreams
The dreams of dreamers
Hoping not to dream?
What then of dreamers
Dreams inside their heads?
Are they dreaming, so much to dream
Or put their thoughts to bed?
What dreamy thoughts, then, birth such dreams
Which dreamers often dream?
How often do they dream such dreams
And why, then, were these dreams dreamt?
What, too, do dreamers dream to dream,
And what have dreamers dreamt?
Who are these dreamers
In sleep and restlessness?
To Whom It May ConcernCan you hear me?
It's all for you
This heart of stone
I wonder if you'll ever know
Just what place you once did hold
Among the vastness once inside
Among a place no others touch
Or are even led to know
Can you see me?
I doubt you would
Our distance only adds to your indifference
Would it be different if I were there?
Could we reconcile if you could feel
This energy seething from my pores
Unto a world which shows no sympathy
I never hope
For doing so would only taint the facts
Erode away this sedimentary bit of stone
I'm creating from this new beginning
To shelter what I really feel
So that you don't have to suffer knowing
Can you know me?
Now that I have shut you out
Short Story of My LifeWhere are you going, she called as he strutted quickly through the front door.
Home, he said plainly.
Because you dont care, he turned to her but stared down at his feet, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing his true emotions, You never have.
Thats not true, she angrily protested, And you know that, god dammit. She tilted her head and tried to look into his averting eyes; he eased her struggle and raised them to hers.
Then what are we doing? His eyes were more serious than she had ever seen, more serious even than in the few seconds before they had touched lips moments ago. She was now the one to avert her gaze.
I, she began; he simply shook his head lowly, turned, and began walking away. Wait, she reached out for his arm and wrapped her fingers around it, but he tore it away as if it had been caught on a p
Untitled XWho are we today
Is it the image we see ourselves
Or is it the poetry we see in others
I don't feel anything anymore
Is that my fault or yours
Can't think or make my words come true
Is it the thoughts I make myself
Or is it you
Making them for me
I don't think it's right
But there's nothing I can do
Cuz you got a handle on me
Like no one else could
Bleeding me dry with all these thoughts about you
When all I really want
Is to know
Who I am
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
~days eat days
like I eat potato chips
on a couch whose
springs have thrown out
their backs no longer able
to hold even the remote up.
it sinks between the seats like
I do every lonely saturday night
or every evening I can’t quite
make it to bed, cupped with
similar back problems,
a similar sag.
I’ve begun to
take after my furniture.
"the only unattractive curve,"
a girl once said to me with a few
desirable curves herself,
"is the one a person develops
in their back.”
we dated for a month and
she called me her
hunchback of notre dome
(it’s dame, babe.)
and I called her beautiful.
and nothing else.
but somehow her leaving did nothing
to straighten my bent back but
only managed to deepen
my parenthetical stance on
those who love me
(they don’t exist).
things i cannot doi cannot sleep
and most certainly stay asleep-
with the black edged creatures
trembling at the corners
to trap me in tendrils of nightmare,
i shift too emptily for peace.
i cannot brave an appointment
i need hands to hold
this broken ship
caught in the waves with no crests.
i forget about the things i love,
but things i hate include
how i am haunted everyday
how i cannot seem
to call him by name
or directly address him-
there is no "you"
in my words,
only fear and flashbacks.
i cannot leave an unfinished crossword out of my thoughts
just like a relationship that had tapered off;
i cannot let go of things that have melted into my grip;
i cannot break a heart
Pounding in my head
I can hear nothing else
Screams and howls
From a creature beyond the minds of men
The induction of a beast
The creation of a demon
Relentless in attitude
Fearless in nature
Never to be tamed
I take my aim
Weigh my choice
And do my duty
I am buried by the force of it
But cannot falter on my mission
Once more I aim
No choices now
Only a single action
The abdication of a beast
The destruction of a demon
Unstoppable by fate
Unbound by nature
Brought to end by the blight of a war machine
Never to be underestimated
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