Writing in the works

Archives of both new and old poetry. My best and worst put out there for the masses

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

My valentine

(p.s. this journal now allows anon. comments)

Please leave yourself intact
strands of brown
shroud your contemptless face
enhancing every inch
spanning the globe I adore
from cheek to cheek
you are the world ,
mi amore

flowers are my patriot
girls like you rue the day
flushed and rushed as I write
an equivelent
to unparalleled beauty
just to make you smile

mixing up rhyme schemes
borrowing from one of your favorites
because theres time for you and time for me
and time yet for a hundred indecisions
and a hundred visions and revisions
before the taking of a toast and tea



Cupping your face in my hands
I kiss those soft lips crimsonly
with careful abandon
mixed up are my words
your voice jumbles my mind
mixes up the L's and O's
how much I olve you
I dont even know

we twist and turn
to fate's accord
dancing improper duets
my feet ache from indecision
I just want to grasp your hand
walk away to our island
where we lay
watching doves and creatures
of much greater stature
soar above
envied at what we have
our love
still so tender
enshrouds us again
on our island of perfect
dreamless
ecstasy
just you and me
given a second chance
at feeling alive
please take my hand
lets learn to fly

or echo these metaphors
and borrow from poets of old
Dans la fenêtre complètement de la lumière
du soleil concentre
son pli d'or d'ombre sur le pli
usqu'à ce qu'il rougeoie aussi mûr
que les roses de gloire
or so im told

hiding in the cave
your listless smile
seen through running water
transparent as the evening sky
blurred and beautiful
grab my hand
and walk on through
please promise me
to leave yourself intact
the strands of brown
that shroud your contemptless face
enhance every inch
spanning the globe I adore
from cheek to cheek
you are the world,
mi amore

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Asterick

Tiny flecks of
darkened glass
fall
rip this image asunder
and leave behind
much more of the same

in memorium of the fallen
those cells choose not to live
not made to walk the plank
martyrdom for no purpose
but to avoid
a pirate's death
sailing the high sea's
towards a well known destination

an outlaw with such specifics
granted quarter
only with solitude as the bailor
I'm given the keys and made to swallow
something all too familiar

reading from silver lining
the same chapter skimmed over for good measure
as dust follows my chaffed fingers
I blow gently to remember specifics
just to relive a fallen tale
I laugh with feigned purpose
and slam shut the novel
a dust cloud envelopes my face
but im used to the smell
the second time around

One more (November 16nth,2005)

Ive hestitated putting this up because of my own reasons. but. I dunno. tell me what you think.




Lets never lie to each other
I wouldnt want to betray perfection
even if it means
putting our hearts in a sling
just to avoid being hurt
for one more day

and I'll pretend I havent memorized your smell
because sometimes I think
learning it all over again
would be so much fun

It's one more night to hold onto soft index fingers
let them play with each other in childish amusement
and then lay our hands together
pretending they intersect in the most perfect of ways
completing our imperfect symmetry

It's a few more hours to give you that smile
kissing inbetween every giggle
staring at the stars which are your eyes
where the universe has hidden an everlasting secret
and ill be forever gazing
trying to find the answer

It's a few more minutes kissing the nape of your neck
nuzzling and wishing I could hold onto this instant
no one ever thinks the last kiss is the last kiss
so if that is true, there is not another second
to let my hands go of the curves
that I'm hastily trying to memorize
because learning again can be so much fun.

It's a few more seconds wishing I had
just a few more seconds

its that last thought
where all those love songs make sense
and im left beckoning a silent film
where my memory feeds the reel
and it gets stuck on one cell
where your laying in bed
coyly smiling
and wrapped within a soft quilt
eyes closed and dreams conquering
Thats when I knew I loved you

I think I'll be forever trying
to memorize that moment
because learning it all over again
can be so much fun