Regret

Under that glass ball of light,
I felt the dreary come.
Curled up to day's night,
and willed my heart to numb.

Doze away sweet dreams of naught,
return your heart to wisdom.
Valiantly your mind had fought,
to freeze the beat that drums.

Show the deep ache who's lost,
ignore it's pitiful thrum.
You've tallied up the cost,
now accept the truth, it's done.

My Pen is my Shoulder

Oh how easily the mirror crumbles
when palpitations turn to tribulation.
Oh how easily blue eyes stare accusing
when dolor strikes this silly heart.
Oh how easily becomes wallowing in dark
when ripped hopes get frozen and crushed.
Oh how easily salty rivers flow
when dejection stomps on the thrumming.
Oh how easily the broken glass reflects
when darkness cannot hide what cannot be.
Oh how easily black ink turns sad
when heartache is it's easiest release.

To Her Timeless Love

http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/coy.htm
Link to To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell

This is a response poem I wrote to Andrew Marvell's To His Coy Mistress.


There shall be World enough, time as well
coyness has its purpose, enjoy and dwell
The way is clear for us to see
Our timeless strolls fill my heart with need.
Your eyes gleam deviously by the light
reflect like rubies off the spark of night
Humber's soft serenity, sings sweetly sick...
Your quickened breath and ambitious stick
of time not yours or time ill held
in a garden full of rotting, false, we meld?
Though I am worthy of all you say
should I not be just as worthy another day?
Ceaseless years my heart should be
overflowing in prosperity.
Though I am sure to enjoy such time
as two hundred years sounds mighty fine...
An age for every part, say you
what of an age and more, maybe two?
Devote such reverence toward my soul.
Devour, breath, touch, caress every hole.

At my back, I do not find
time's encompassing to me, kind.
You speak of deserts, vast
such parched land is not where I'll last.
Beauty deceives the eye perhaps
for something so precious will not lapse.
I see such dire marbled walls
protecting life, on the World, of dolls
such purity cannot be tainted
dust cannot invade, for those waited.
I doubt your lust burns to ash
such private places thwarted your catch.
You burn, lick and crust the fallen
but none, I think, will be lovin.

Now lets escape of transgressions past
Your tenacity is humorous but crass.
A new moon may bring a laugh
shining a new light upon the path.
Let us chirp merrily in mornings come
we'll soak, sing, flutter in the sun.
Pleasures will burst free for us
packed in nests, full of trust.
As the wheel of time spins slowly
for us, let us love each other wholly,
not in parts. Let our sun sleep.
We have time, Forever, to explore the deep.

Sinking Stones

the insignificant ocean falls,
trails of salt and,scars
will be all forgotten at last call.

transparent rocks thrown
will beat down the soul,
will hinder and break what has grown.

Will the wall tumble down
to lie submissive to stones?
the ocean fell, the soul drowned.

Boulders of hate fill in deep
Dark laughter ripples top
At the soul, ripped, sunk beneath.

Emily

Emily knew
what I did not
and as she rose
to the tombstone pedestal
I envied her
I loved her
I buried her
Deep in my heart
in the far regions
so I wouldn't
see her
and wouldn't know
I couldn't be her.

Bleached Words

White noise of chatter
devils and angels
they bask in the warmth
of their caffeine and mint breath.
The bleached shine
illuminates the clean words
that were once shunned.
Vulgar truths
replaced the measured
crispness of language past.
I sat aloof in my corner
and my eyes watched their words
create dark clouds, in which
they kept their heads.
Their clouds reached for me
like claws seeking blood
as I held up my white flag
I still refused.
My stained, acid eroded words
hid in my brown mouth
refusing to taste their
bitter, clean words
that were once as dirty
as the coffee mug by the sink.

Unsolved

I am a piece
from a different puzzle
some how I was lost
here,
surrounded by pieces
I don't fit...with.
Oh! How the heart
of my cardboard soul
cries for my pieces
of the,puzzle
unsolved.