Unbroken Unbent

Our triumvirate union
Our perfect humility
Our tolerant jubilation
Our coterie, legend

Suffer such beauty
Minions of masters
Truer succumb
Divine as we dance

Thrice lovers of lust
Passionate embers
Hardest and gentle
Opens her petals

Incipient ends, beats heartier then
Tested, lamented as arduous days

Writer's Block

Stuck in between jejune empty thoughts come on too fast
Barren on a desert of meaningless perpetual clock ticks
Reading into absent fleeting powerless grasps
Slipping through my fingers are the pithy perceptions

Dip into history and a hazy fog blankets all
Distant memories are lost treasures
The pearls no longer rare are cheapened
Lack of inspiration renders them valueless

Obsessions done and done again adieu
Poignant purposes clearly reconciled
A cloudy sky endlessly hangs over my head
Wordy inclinations are letters individual death

Stipends do not motivate and readership down
An untimely demise could serve the purpose
Older lines not having drawn interest
Could crowd these pages of humble thoughts

Penniless broken down pecuniary still
Its threats have left me tired but lost
I will rest my head for now until I ruminate
As said pensive pen lights the way into brightness

Stuck In America

Bourgeois complacent capitulance, empty, vapid, meaningless.

Endless cracked pavement abandon

White, proud ignorance esteemed another day and day and day

As schools' failure are tolerance's loss

I dreamt of better things yet did not defect but fell victim to criticism of my Schizophrenic dependence

So, I...wait........on suffocated hope

Dealing with death's perseverance pay

Too frequent is the American conversation censor

Wit, wisdom, and art...thrown away with yesterday's trash

Bully, bastard, banal, butt...yawn...

Getting done along a plastic highway

Our wasted, indebted selves bow to shallow ideals

History's lessons charged on numbered cards

Dreamy wiped out waves of addiction

Sell our security

Left lurch and Right respond

Submit to war's romance as hand upon head with Scarlet pose

Mellow the drama

Fame, distract, domain

Sound bitten....fallow land...warm Earth

A written typist's resent spell check

Heroin is laughter's cure

Foolish tomb critic is idiot patronage

Love me, again, my dear.

I wrap myself up in your warmth

Burning with you, together, I lose sight of the ruinous retreat

Lusty dance finish it as red wine imbibe at sunset.

Indulge it and face them together

Show its endurance

Brazen be

For I adore you as time has no limit, and entwined, our beast becomes beauty.

Rakish

Outside in stark poet dark deep skin pale and ghostly black hair sex and fear edge close hand outstretched heat, hot, cold sweat anxious touch trembling with smooth dagger like precision pierce twain flesh, taking mind subtle command swift elegance a rakish cool empties the blood rush lost unseen...


hard, cold, lies

       bare bodies gait ground, frozen...abandon.



Barren on an open plain has my love found battered, bruised, wicked, wasted, worn beyond reason my sacrifice at your feet, that bore it long to cling at last to your firm stalwart limbs.

Seasons alter no measure of passion endure - tender still while cheek glistens a salty drop opens the book once more, as dust turns dust and ten lifetimes pass under spells revealing a pure, beauteous, redolent love whose power will not cease to exist.      

Jappy Junk

The J.A.P.'s currency clutch death grip chokes, suffocates, and humiliates with rich, buttery addiction leads to a Capitalist prison lined with idiot gilt as your removal of option compels my retort, rebuke, and rebuff, for the charitable tokens you throw at those you consider sheep insult ones who see your cloven lips doubly speak, but as the few filled with fealty blind tumble over your cliff, a peripatetic as I can discern the map eyed keenly and knows that early demise is redundant guise.  My years' progress expose a different ledger - one with real value where your hate is taxed.  Conjecture, deception, rancor, all paid back as sure justice finds an elegant rhythm.

Send It

My love, you have shown me how longing finds us, again.  What a wondrous thing that time renews its spirit. Touch one and sensual vibrations fill up a once sated bunch.  Endless is she as her beauty simple becomes fresh as that flower we found again and again.  The petals scent lightly sweetens each moment when minds melt together.  Oh, do not hesitate to imagine our embrace perfection embodied for one form creates this passion in song or book...entwined...enamored...graced

Incandescent

The golden glow of enlightenment casts its bright reveal onto a path not oft walked whose promise of rare wisdom offers not tangible reward, but gifts a value limitless

Engender a wealth onto free souls constrained by propriety's days and allow inspiration's green discoveries flourish renewed in the earthen bed of tolerance

Ugly Girl

Watching the others at the fete as I stood there alone, I wanted to crawl under the carpet. Rejection became pain and tears flowed.  My mind drifted to rows of roses as my body bore the brunt of it.  When you look like I do, there is no dance to attend.  The men do not come calling, and you resign yourself to it.  When you are ugly, like me, you settle for a quiet life.  You isolate yourself and are consumed by each failed moment.  You try, desperately to endure tortuous grief.  The deep loneliness feels like treading water.  You succumb to it, because there is no alternative.  My mind eventually lost its internal battle with suicide.  To stay alive, I borrowed time beyond reason.

I looked at myself in the mirror hoping to see beauty.  I am not lovely, though.  I suppose, I never was.  Plain Jane is who I am, and I guess I can see more clearly, now that writing is what I do better than anything.  It is the kind of thing one does when one is not easy to look at.  I am the beast behind closed doors who wants not to offend.  I will not subject you to my hideous face and body.  I do not want to cause trouble, but you know I will, for, I am a fighter.  I will stand against you.  Fear is my enemy, but I am older, so shore up your defenses.  Do not pity me, because I will strike, as I am always ready.  I am the nightmare in your closet and the uneasiness you feel when the self doubt creeps into you and trips you up.  I am the witch whose power will cut your brain in two, for this world has been unkind to the likes of me, and without respite, it has tested my soul, but beauty can be distracting.  The advantage of being this disgusting is I see what you cannot.  So, beware the spells I cast laced with poison.  You will drink them without wit, and I will conquer your hate.

Your failing is your very dependency on what you believe to be right.