Existential Right of a Cliche
Your eyes, a moon-soaked shard of heaven, your face, luciform lilt of sea; I scarcely breathe, lying with you, love, now, my heart so jammed with awe; crammed with the varied parts of you;...
Tagged: rebellion
The Fields
Sometimes ideas breeze through my mind as winds in a wheat field That ebb and flow in the misty haze, dancing a dance they cannot ever have learned And I think that is the...
First
Love Poems There is a face I love. A skin I crave to press against. Eyes I never refuse. Ears perked and stretched at my wrestling cries. Hands I must handle. Legs that...
Blood and Chocolate
I love the fall. I always felt, as a child, that with the new school year, fall brought a new beginning… A chance for things to be different. But they never were. I love...
Sometimes, You and I
Sometimes, in the rainy days of autumn the wind whistles your name underneath the umbrella of my thoughts. You stick to my mind like a wet leaf on damp earth brought by cold and...
You Change
You plan, you do, you smile, You wait, you cry, You see, you die You change In every moment differently Like the sky And you never know How will the next day Bleed out...
Tao of Soul
The Soulfulness that touches you is the Beauty of your own Immortality The thoughts you have, the thinking, is not where you truly dwell. Soulfulness is your uniqueness and oneness with All That Is...
Holy Narcist, Batman!
Behold the spirit narcissist, who alone is consort to the unnameable, and sings of Him ecstatically, incessant. Beware: her assured salvation shall not suffice for she is more than smug; she is the prophetess,...
Morning Dew
Dampened morning early quietness still and alone chilly and cold a bittersweet silence. The school’s hallways dripping torn streamers faded posters paper airplanes and sleeping chalk monsters. Sunlight sailing moving across rust of monotones drying...
Calling Names
Free Verse Poems You keep calling me names and James Will’s tarred shadow swings from Cairo’s fragrantly stark magnolias repeating Colts’ reframing shells upon the Shawnees’ skinned at its tannery. You keep calling...
Not a Sonnet
Take me to the place where promises go to die I think my heart is waiting there for you Holding out its remainders and saying, “Whatever’s left is yours, if you want it” It’s...
