See, I thought you died when the caps were thrown,
white and garnet gowns to the ground like a picnic blanket
on a basketball court.
You in the bleachers, your mind on another thing
the ripples down below.
There's no wind in a Convention Hall.
That was eight years' past.
More caps have been thrown since, but you wouldn't have known
as you were dead in the first place.
So when you didn't show, there were no tears shed.
It was at the old Yankees' Stadium the year it was torn down.
I'd reserved you a ticket in the handicapped seats.
As it was, there's no handicap for death.
So when you slumped in your chair at work,
my
This swell inside
It is not my heart filling with love for you
That swell is gone. And in its place
There is a bastard swell
Betrayal.
It came at once
It struck like an atomic bomb within
It knocked my lungs square of their wind
The effects are monumental
Irreconcilable attack.
And it consumes
It is a gas leak now and spreads to outer limbs
It reaches pelvic bone and owes to touch
That ancient swell of rising flesh
Our sex is dead.
It leaves me hollow
That bastard swell inside, I pride it took all it could
Ive started this poem before---
The F train departing just as I arrive
But such ease to swell, another behind
To bring me to you.
Though now you are gone. This train goes elsewhere.
A single clue left to be had on this puzzle,
And only your realm
I know not a Christian of Egypt
Or the temperature of desert sand.
Though you do. This crossword will lie incomplete.
Your stops are all nameless illusions.
There once had been choices
And now theres just time.
Im heading towards Brooklyn without you.
The little things always consume.
I do not recognize this grey.
Above, it is the wide expanse,
Below, some absent shadow.
Or nearly absent: wilt.
To see, this grey is stratus.
To believe, Ecclesiastes
gathering stones en masse.
We could never handle such hope.
You cast them beyond distance.
Near absence locks all tools in limbo,
Measurements recess,
And my perception is selective.
It is just an overcast sky.
That is vanity, façade.
It is the change in season
And no wall eliminates
Growth.
Indulgences
The moon in full swell bathes the distance between us,
magnifies the hours hands fall to missing hips.
Youre at the top of some snow drenched mountain,
All green hills are gone,
And I, stuck within two rivers, do drown in this city,
so strange now without you.
Wires are nothing, and dial tones less.
Your voice is just a busy signal and the
distance expands with each disengagement.
The smog grows thicker with each breath.
By this point the litter must be up to my knees.
I call out your nameall self indulgence.
Pity me, please, and give up the good times
if good times are absent in Broo
spider man
sticky handed spider
coming, crawling over terra cotta
second-story bric-a-brac
and when the lights go out attacks
little fingers creeping under
window sills that hover over
nothing but a long cold drop
to death unless the web attach
pushes stealthy up that window
landing legs upon her pillow
tearing out the wires
empty out the duffel bags
stick inside the electronics
pricey items hot and wanted
thirsty neighbors stroll through projects
empty stomachs, hungry wallets
all the white girls gone
now spider creeping through Hasidic halls
strangers footsteps heard below
beneath those thin white walls
spider sne
A Bell Without Sound
There is a rift between us,
a sudden thing. Like the 4 p.m.
sunset after pushing time behind a bit.
Must have come in with the latest snowfall,
wet, like sleet, and a heavy wind.
Faces tightened at the howl,
frostbite numbing, even blood, so cold
no longer flows.
Theres something missing,
but he knows not what.
In its absence theres no warming blood,
no life to push us forward.
He can not be a lover anymore,
he says, and remembers the day
he watched through the window
as my wings, just grown, spread throughout the snow.
There must be a bell ringing somewhere
without sound, and feathers
falli
Dear Ishmael, please pass the peas.
-Call me Mary.
Dear Ishmael, please pass the peas.
-Call me Joseph.
Dear Ishmael, please pass the peas.
-Call me Jesus.
Dear Jesus, please pass the wine.
-Call me Mother.
Dear Jesus, please pass the wine.
-Call me Father.
Dear Jesus, please pass the wine.
-Call me Brother, Sister, Ishmael. Call me Ishmael. And believe.
Dear Ishmael, I believe.
-Would you like some peas? How about some wine?
Amen.
Your fingers lining the curve of each rib
Its a slow molting and the wait is eternal
The longing, divine
Leads to the kiss Ive come to know
Angel soft on reddened cheeks
Then motion
Then bite
Somewhere a snake charmer plays his pungi
The serpent begins to rise
Our bodies spread, take separate forms
I play Cleopatra
And you, my little death
Your arms, my final resting place
I could ask for nothing more
Tail to teeth and a wavering tongue,
The cycle complete
We have become one
Pressing, heaving
Shedding the skin for another year
In your eyes I lie regenerated
Soft-bodied, fresh, and pale
Left with the purest lip
Its as if to say its all been a lie.
The months spent longing.
Eyes, condensation.
Those clouds, how I stared.
Your sky, I wondered, how hot? How blue?
And how distant from my own.
And now the same sky.
Was it always so grey?
We can arch and pull and pound
But darling, I cant fake this love.
Some words exchanged and bodies angling,
Folding, thrashing, still.
Its as if to say its all been a game.
A platform for comfort,
A dice roll, a card drawn
For baby to feel a warm embrace.
I grew accustomed to a hand full of Aces
And now I wish I couldnt define.
See, I thought you died when the caps were thrown,
white and garnet gowns to the ground like a picnic blanket
on a basketball court.
You in the bleachers, your mind on another thing
the ripples down below.
There's no wind in a Convention Hall.
That was eight years' past.
More caps have been thrown since, but you wouldn't have known
as you were dead in the first place.
So when you didn't show, there were no tears shed.
It was at the old Yankees' Stadium the year it was torn down.
I'd reserved you a ticket in the handicapped seats.
As it was, there's no handicap for death.
So when you slumped in your chair at work,
my
Body
Lost.
Lost without admittance to my pain
From the scars the bare the word
That speaks the same
Each moment spent that breaks the walls
Keeps me clam inside but still it calls
And its lost throughout the darkness drawn within
While it's buried in the silence of my skin
But the light will whisper quietly my sin
But what pains me
It's not the physicality
Life restrains me
Then the rage flows but softly it spins
And then the lie wins
Feels like heaven
Then feels like hell
Left without a soul to sell
You say I have the truth the tell
But I'll keep the lie
I'll treat it well
And the sun grows dimmer
From day to night
You
Body
this facade's just an image
my antipathy of pain
close your eyes and sense me falling
into your arms again
once again your eyes deceive you
and you're calling out my name
still you crucified my innocence
left me soaked in blood in shame
now i'm leaving you to blame
once again my eyes deceive you
once again i've beaten your game
this distance now between us
was the silence that we shared
when my soul was unduly sullen
you never even cared
now i laugh and seek your heartache
but something just won't let me win
when you slowly see my falling
now into your arms again
back to simple loathsome sin
i can't take your eyes de
Body
She's trapped inside her dreams
Letting her Reality
Slowly fade away
A life less painful and uncertain
Than the true existing day
The water ripples toward the bank
The moon shines toward the stars
Their constellation burning brightly
Just 28 tears past Mars
Together they can dream and scheme
Through the Milky Way
Earth is just the lasting 8-ball
When reality comes into play
-You can never take away the pain of the game without collecting two-hundred dollars after passing Go-
She struggles to be free
Yet they won't let her fall asleep
When the Prozac is just a fallacy
And her dreams seem as a sweet reality
Why must she
Body
As sweet sad dreams may come and go
While the stars all shine
Above and below
Each crying cloud on the foggiest night
As your eyelids close and capture the light
That's when you feel an inner presence
Silently Watching
Sacredly Burning
Secretly Healing
The seconds are turning each moment into something unknown
Into life so unreal
Now its harder to be, harder to feel
When you want to escape from this world you can't reach
This life you can't touch
This face you can't see
This voice you can't hear
This air you can't breathe
Embellished in darkness
And you're longing to leave
When you're not really there
There's no one.
In a glimpse of Nothing Your Silhouette collided With the edge of
Forever Cast in White And gleaming with Surrender Pouring th
In a glimpse of
Nothing
Your Silhouette collided
With the edge of Forever
Cast in White
And gleaming with Surrender
Pouring through your Soul
Filling your Veins with
Liquid Hatred
And Nothing seemed so delicate to You
When Fear was the greatest of Depth
Like a cascading Tear
Swallowed by sheer Modesty
And the subtle lack of Trust
Could break the strongest Bond
Even when your Hand interlocked
Only with Your own
Possibly Your Thoughts
Dug the deepest Hole
And
The Emphasis Is On The Sarcasm by tofog, literature
Literature
The Emphasis Is On The Sarcasm
Body
One
word can't
fit on the first line
One
heart can't
break unless that broken heart is doing time
For all the world's another place to me
Another retrospect of sanity
It's such a lovely place to cross the line
It's just the perfect place to lose your mind
That world I know that world it's my world
My world
My world
Everything's just fine and dandy
Can't you see
I've got my little piece of heaven
Laugh at me you know I'm speaking foolish words now
If I said that I was alone now
Would you turn your back on me
My world, my world
Just can't seem to find a reason
For the pain
(Well can you?)
Just can't seem to find a r
Body
Life's endless reality
Shatters as the dream unfolds
The diamond ignites
The dignity
Precious gem behold
The beauty
Shattered lies as truth untold
Now lifeless angel
Caress this loveless soul
See through the weeping hourglass
Where the sands fill up the whole
So soft and soothing is the song
But beat and broken in the end
Consumed with doubt and torn to pieces
And Nothing's left to mend
Incoherent fragments of a body filled with grief
Robbed of all the memories as time arrests the thief
But still
Time lies, as does each whispered word you speak
While gold shines in blue velvet
She cries, finding another fault
Perfec
Body
Life strikes, when I can't breathe
Oh, and I know your dancing in my bloodstream
I'm drawn back, (once again), I'm fast asleep
Knife strikes through my airway
Cause the broken heart to bleed
You're in me now...
Bleeding from the inside out.
Dealing with this fealing of doubt.
You're this voice inside my mind
That takes control of soul divine
I just can't seem to find my own way around.
Falling, falling, falling into your hands
Lead me in the opposite direction, you're in demand
I don't begrudge you the pain you place upon me
Puppet Master.
My strings are yours.
I ask you simply not to harm me.
A simple task, sir.
Make
And You.
And you.
I dream to mimic the nights of the nights of dreams.
Hold me, hold me, hold me, I'm fast asleep. Not in your arms.
Asleep. Never in your arms.
I wish to wish the wish of you and I. A simple wish.
Hold me, hold me, hold me, I'm all alone now in your arms.
Its just a dream, now in your arms.
Now our lips lock, just a dream.
And our eyes meet, what's a dream?
And you don't.
Hold me, hold me, hold me, I'm all alone. Not in your arms.
Alone. Never in your arms.
Now you walk by, it's reality.
You miss my eyes, now it's reality.
I'm going blind, so blind, I'm blind from dreaming of you, I'm blind.
An
We watch out the window.
I, and the boy who has fallen
asleep on my shoulder, twice.
I couldnt bear to wake him either time,
though we have never met,
and I find his closeness discomforting.
But we are both awake now
and he has righted himself.
The stop and go traffic
shook him and together we
appreciate the scenery,
without speaking a word.
I am aware of our collective coughing
(its flu season)
and of the women across the row
glaring and fastening masks
around their ears.
Do not expect luxury
I think and force a grim smile
to my reflection.
A New York City ambulette rolls by
in the opposite direction.
And
I fall over myself,
the daily ritual of forgetting where I am,
with bruised lips and a mug full of yesterday
I close window shades, doors, eyes,
I fumble with locks and knobs and hooks
and the inevitable blindness fear—
When the world starts coming alive again
I make the seals stronger
I glue myself shut, fill the cracks
with coffee grounds,
percolate my gaps and
let the misgivings refuel.
The vain clockwork of the mind
keeps the pen to my fingers,
the paper itching…
I take a shower, hang my towel on that
rusty nail called life.
My architecture—heavy, I kneel,
face the dredges and forget it—
I am someone else, or even,
two
A Moondance and a Memory by thelovekiller, literature
Literature
A Moondance and a Memory
July called me a liar and so
I let August rape me.
Now I have shed all dignity like the skin of the cicada
that landed on the nylon prison I've become lost within.
No, you never wanted to lose that key and forfeit September, happy September for me.
Because sad September I will leave and on nights that
The moon dances outside my window
I will wonder if you're remembering too, the two quarter necklace and priceless pictures
Taken by the ocean you threw me in.
And that water fell over my eyes and it felt like for you I had drowned
insecure but came back smiling.
I guess that water poisoned me.
Anything was possible and everything was
She asked me how I could not be afraid of the black man
When the black man mugged me
And I said to her
I am not afraid of the black man
The white man raped me
And I am not afraid of the white man
The white man made me
I am afraid of no man
I am afraid of the drug
I said to her
I am afraid of the drug
We were all born equal
We were
In this world, born human
And I choose to believe in Locke
With his blank slate
His Tabula Rasa
And I choose to believe in Mencius
That we are all that emperor
Born good
Born good
Born equal
I said to her
Born good
I am not afraid of the black man
I am not afraid of the white man
I am afrai
Current Residence: new york, new york Favourite genre of music: love love love MP3 player of choice: Discman Wallpaper of choice: George Costanza Skin of choice: Skin under your fingernails Favourite cartoon character: The miniature elephant who I've captured forever in my skin. Personal Quote: Bunny?
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Van Morrison, Jackson Browne, CocoRosie
Favourite Writers
EE Cummings, Gerard Manley Hopkins, John Irving, Leo Tolstoy
So the last time I wrote in this journal, I posted, "Can't you see that I'm in love?"
Well, as it turns out, that love was all I needed in life.
And on August 14, 2010 I married that love of mine.
And I've never felt more fulfilled
Never felt more blessed
Never felt so
Right.
So perfectly happy. My vows were a poem-- and, I will be writing again soon...
i had brussel sprouts last night and really enjoyed them.
i never had them growing up though because my mother hates them. i missed out on so many vegetables in my youth. but now i'm old and can choose my greens for myself.
Hmm well I want to write a play. I want it to be a bout real people and real life. I want it to be a bout a boy and a girl, I want time to be from different worlds. I want them to talk about everything?