Mush-room state!

Ever wonder why you attract the people you do!
And they say the central theme is you?
As if, you would want the pain, unleashed too?
Your head’s right, your game’s tight,
many players on the field and nothing is alright,
or feel right?!

That’s the story, an endless litany!
What am I to do?
All that I have, untrue!
Mushroom trippin’, ecstasy driven,
they come around wantin’, constantly takin’,
that’s me attractin’ !??
Time wastin’, roll in the hay, and!?

Maybe it’s the voodoo, how between my legs do,
curved as rescue,
boat, line, head too?
Ever wonder why you attract the people you do?

L. 092015 1731

Friend ’till the end!

 

has purpose forgotten me?
I look around wanting a friend
someone I can call to spend,
minutes that can’t be forgotten
shared laughter gifted to the wind.
open wide the other side,
how living ought to be!
sit tight, break bread
sip wine, twirl a bit
a crocheted connection along life’s end-ing.
sometimes in the maybe of tomorrow’s fold.
many are near. None so dear as my bitterest friend.

all are seeking,
as if seeking is its own demand.
I smile and gaze
at times, I say hello;
for a moment, a sign! recognition!
too often-a-miss.
loneliness, oh faithful friend!
how can I ever let go of your holding hand?
Much as I wish not for despair,
you’re always there,
beholding!
a stare! a glare!
and I’m woven into your sleeve of chances, perhaps
purpose has forgotten me!

L. 09/03/15 16:45

It was but a dream!

only the hopeful loves
as sweet as poetry
and the unbroken so heartedly!
I was
once upon a lifetime
both, in one breath!
’till I tasted earth
In her bitterness,
withholding air.
In the abyss,
I bowed to her torment.
birthed in memories of long-drawn out wishes,
wrapped in grandiose designs
As if I could!
Innocence, poor tale bearer!
Awakened,
baptized in love,
when a fool believes, it would always last!

L. 08/28/15 20:41

Volcano: Crash course to you!

It’s been close to five years,
nearly sixty months and so many days,
I’ll start singing, “seasons of love”.
As if you were part of a show
or an act in a theater of design.
Were you a show?

Or just a display
in a basket filled with wonderings,
pretty things,
tasty morsels
and colorful pots of poetry
inked in shades of effervescent minutes?
Whatever it was, whatever you were,
indescribable isn’t a chapter,
nor a statement.
How can I, a writer or so you’d call me,
pen you?
I’d be a fool,
not of the sea!
But of mind and spirit too!
How you knocked my senses!
Pushed my limits!
And ruptured my barriers!
You, the lava!
I, your burn!

I burned!

For you!

Erupting in places,
exposing dreams!
Bare!
Oh! the holey places I never realized or knew!

Now I’m nothing,
but carcass, ash!
Settled!
On a plateau of memories,
awaiting forgetfulness.
But you won’t let go!

The simmer in my veins,
dormant, yet alive!
So alive!

L. 08/12/15 12:39

Between Cupid and kismet, there you were!

He says he wants to forget.
Me.
Like a bad taste in one’s mouth.

I take it as an admission; he has to work at forgetting.
Me.

So I smiled at his distaste.
At memory.
At him.
At us.
Who we were.
Who we are.
Who we’ve become.

We were something,
if only in my mind.
Something!
With someone!
If not the one!

He broke my heart.
Tasted blood.
That’s why he wants to forget.
Me.

If only I could do the same.
Erase his face.
Erase his smile.
Smear the lingering touches off my skin.
How he merged within.
Who I became with him.

He is.
With me.
On the sunrise through my blinds,
hint of twinkles in his eyes.
On the motion of the train,
how we first met!
On the sunset, by the Ocean,
his favorite place to clear his head.

How could I forget!
Or live with regret!
We met!

I loved.

I loved!

And forever, you’ll be with me!

L. 08/06/15

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