Tag Archives: #poetry

ECHOES OF SURREAL NATURE

The boisterous laughter —
Echoes wide —
Down the crater’s slope —
It glides —

The rattle of a roundup —
Shatters still —
Insomnia’s blow —
Anxiety’s chill —

Nori’s wind —
On kelp-strewn shores —
Daffodil fields —
Silver spores —

The grotesque watchman’s skull —
Volcanic crest —
A reptile’s view —
In muddy rest —

Azure annexed —
By an amphibian’s eye —
Among the tadpoles —
Hidden nigh —

In murky depths,
where moonlight barely dares to dance,
secrets of the swamp unfold.
Amidst the languid currents
and the chorus of croaks,
a clandestine world emerges.

Here, where the azure is annexed
by the amphibian’s gaze,
mysteries lie veiled beneath water’s surface.

Among the tadpoles, hidden nigh,
lies the gateway to an enigmatic realm
untouched by the sun’s rays.

:: 05192024 ::


Heavy Mississippi River Dream

Hey now. Hey.

Strong feelings get’cha

where you goin’ with that gun in your hand?

The bar is thick with smoke and broken dreams,
another whiskey-soaked night.

Jack, you bastard,

where you goin’ with that gun in your hand?

Your knuckles bruised, your soul a mess,
you stagger through the grime of the city,
with her scent still clinging to your clothes.

in dank dark wet New Orleans

Your knuckles are cracked,
your heart’s a wasteland,
her perfume still lingers
on your ragged coat

In the smoke you lost your mind
left her bleeding on the floor
her screams ricocheting off
the walls of a miserable room,
like the final echoes of a bad dream.

what did she do?
was it her laugh, her touch,
or the way she glanced at other men,
like you were already a dead man walking?

Now you’re running
gonna take a dive
off the sunshine bridge
and swim with the currents
of the Mississippi River______
another dead man.

:: 05172024 ::


When You Let Me Love You


Smearing my hair with fog and bile
let myself go in the depths of the couch
With a hunched stable boy
And a roaming finger

All this because you know I was once a thief
So, let me love you.
How I love the taste of your knees
it is my toothless kiss upon your skin
And i love to touch your under arms
i shiver in joy
so let me love you
allow me to kiss your eyes when you sleep
allow me to pierce them while you dream
and provide the grand finale of my
triumphant saliva to blind you.

It is how I love you.

:: 05.17.2024 ::


Breaking My Heart

WHEN the rain came the windows wept

I saw you walking in the weather,
and I watched from my window.

Always inside looking outside,
you were a soul I knew,

but never more than a comment
on weather or how I am,
the enigma of love,
and I went down making coffee.

Always mysterious,
after years,
I never knew you
beside some comment about weather.

You were the fashionable lover
and gentle upon my vulva,
but I needed more — breaks
my heart.

You quote Mozart,
lighting a cigarette,
and end in Beethoven,
and never mentioned Chopin.

So you tear apart my heart
while lying you love me
and my art.

Breaking my heart.

:: 05.17.2024 ::


Tonight Let Us Breath

Your breath and by heart, this is the time,
soul, to take your free flight into complete
silence. Steering away from libraries and art,
with the day’s mid-sun waning and lessons
completed. You come forth completely, without
words, reflecting what you love most:
the night, sleep, death, and unfathomable stars.

:: 05.17.2024 ::


Davy Jones Locker Is Full

Oh look ~~ stars fulfill
my dreams when i lay down
upon a daze

Oh so often these days
become my deepest dreams

Howv there’s no denying
oh! I remember I’m dreaming
and King of my unwakened world

No one speaks but I reach out
and I see Einstein screaming

Oh me oh my
cheer for the University
of Common People

Oh, father, let me sell my sails
give me everyone to fulfill
my provisions

Oh, allow. Oooh.

How Davy Jone’s locker relates
Ooh! Captive in dripping wet
rusting box of iron bars

Crying, below a rotten deck of
sea-dead wood, as he wipes
leaking filthy water from his
oil-slicked forehead_____

For provisions I spend my
Soul to make provisions
and sail we shall onward!

:: 05.14.2024 ::


Sometimes When You Are

SOME TIMES
WHEN you feel small

when tears are in 
your eyes

I’ll dry them all
(I’m all inside 
your heart)

And I will hug
you ~~ when you’re
lonely my one

Like, 

when you are down
when evening falls hard
I’ll take your heart
and move it from dark

like a lover I will
cover your soul sound
sometimes girl
sometimes wonderful

i take your burden 
i take your darkness

And paint it in love
And then i will paint

your soul and make 
it sound_____.

In vast expanse
of the universe’s art
your essence glimmers,

a masterpiece in my heart
I’ll hold you close
amidst the chaos and strife
and with each tender stroke

I’ll enbue life
for in your presence
a symphony I’ve found

each note a testament
to love unbound
so let me weave,
with colors bright

a tapestry of joy
in the darkest night.

Together, we’ll dance,
in the rhythm of grace,
and in your soul’s portrait,
find a sacred space.

For sometimes, my dear,
is a canvas divine,

where our love’s melody

forever will shine.

:: 05.13.2024 ::


Oh What a Day

Oh, what a day
What a time
little man
(so in a rush
for important
thoughts)
so we can maybe
forget ~~~
listen:

wait

Nothing before
Nothing after

And lost that
f e e l i n g
(little child
who have tried
who have failed
who have attempted
but cried)

tripped

big lies
big faces
big excuses
big babies
big tears
(like you loved,
loved, like a love
you never find
anyday — oh
us)

:: 05/13/2024 ::


No One But Us

NO one but us
i want to stand and stare
for all that is which remains
| our eyes ~~

Accepting the tears
of your jewels of love
from your eyes___

No matter, i will touch
your tender wall
of love and life ~~

It’s in your eyes
all within your eyes
so i stand and stare

All within the life
of your experience
(in your eyes)

Life | i gave sometime
and sometimes /easy/
but nothing connects\

to the place
where you are

So soon without noise
i feel your fingers

Like heat | i’m complete
in your heart | i want
to touch your face

In all my incomplete dreams
I want to be a part of you
so let me dream ~ in your eyes


Illusions Are Lies (Like You)

the Fly ate the paper
its thin legs stuc k
on economic condition

it won the war
flying away

the monkey saved
itself by not
eating the fruit
of God’s tree

shit escaped the human
orifice and became hero

piss passed the tubes
of humanity

and fed the rivers of
human nonesense

God’s eyes died
watching creation

and evil prevails
slinging mud princes

buy and princesses
pain eyes and cost

souls aching for
the lies of illusion.

:: 05.10.2024 ::

Poet’s Notes:

THIS poem is a poignant commentary on the human condition, filled with allegorical imagery and profound insights into societal and existential struggles.

The title, “ILLUSIONS ARE LIES (LIKE YOU),” immediately sets the tone for a critique of falsehoods and deception, directed towards individuals or systems that perpetuate deceit. The use of parentheses around “LIKE YOU” is a direct address to someone embodying deceit or illusion, adding a personal and accusatory tone.

The imagery in the poem is striking and multi-layered. The depiction of a fly consuming economic conditions, only to “win the war” and escape, symbolizes the transient and ephemeral nature of victories in the face of larger systemic issues. The monkey refraining from eating the fruit of God’s tree alludes to the biblical story of Adam and Eve, highlighting the human tendency towards self-preservation even at the expense of moral or spiritual fulfillment.

The juxtaposition of bodily functions like defecation and urination with broader themes of creation and divine observation adds a visceral and unsettling dimension to the poem. The notion of excrement becoming heroic and bodily fluids feeding the rivers of human nonsense suggests a degradation of values and a perversion of natural order.

The mention of “God’s eyes died watching creation” conveys a sense of abandonment or despair, as if the divine has turned away from humanity’s destructive tendencies. The concluding lines, with their reference to “mud princes” and “princesses,” evoke a world where power and privilege are built on falsehoods and suffering.

Overall, my poem serves as a stark indictment of human folly and the illusions that perpetuate suffering and inequality. Its imagery and language demand reflection and introspection, urging the reader to confront uncomfortable truths about the world we inhabit.