~Pocketful of Poemsies~

With all the loosed leaves

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 10:18:15 -0400

This morning, has it meaning? or hopeful thoughts spin playful teasing.

This mourning, has it warning? or are the fears bloated ‘n feeding.

These thoughts will come out just the same,

because I am all alone,

drinking English tea, below a gray sky that’s all a moan.

No outside altering be admitted,

An order’s up for independence.

Sipping on a leuk warm tea

Enjoying an all for me existence.

I will miss you my dear,

but I’m off now with the leaves,

swirling spiraling down too quickly

-it’s what this mo(u)rning needs.

t minus 7 a.m.

Tue, 15 Sep 2009 11:14:00 -0400

This is the aftermath

Thoughts stream down the walls

Losing wasn’t losing

but a means to gain it all.

Quivering thighs never stained with scarlet

Myths were tucked back into their bed.

Wanting to experience the colors

which were played inside my head.

Just a song from a local bird

chimed to send it all along.

Such positive tones behind its words

Reassuring love shared nothing wrong.

Pressures pressing onward, finding.

and sharing secrets the tenth degree

Connecting a line of string inside

to every sensor you set it, rinnnnng

Fallen from no graces

Falling towards a sea of green

Submerged me in the waters

a gasp of breath, I breathe

(via ache)

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 15:37:06 -0400

(via ache)

steps to acquiring 3D love

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 12:13:56 -0400

Reduce, reuse, recycle… your heart

tied up in a little green box

cast it out and reel it in again.

the wine pours over your glass.

the bottom’s up at last.

you’ve gave me nothing.

i’ve gave you nothing.

so untie the ribbon

and let’s begin

a tiny shred of pink fabric

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 08:34:06 -0400

This red nail polish’ll never haunt me again

instead I’ll feel for a friend.

but 1st I want you to know something.

You deprived me by telling

what was my pleased ears were wanting

and though it was lovely

I still crave the truth.

My love for you is forever

and hangs on me like a jewel.

But for believing words in you

You were in the iron, caged,

while I was the fool.

in my old home

Sat, 08 Aug 2009 10:30:00 -0400

if we all stopped talking

and just lay down our bodies

to listen

we’d surely hear something.

In my day of wanting

Mon, 03 Aug 2009 02:52:31 -0400

Out-wandering the gypsies

Out-dreaming the fiction novelists.

If you told me that you’d have me

I’d marry you in morning before my breakfast.

And if our love proved illegal

I’d gladly go skipping in the rain to the gallows

Allow my neck freely to be hanged.

Because my life so far from sorrows.

So I ask curtly “Will you have me?”

I’ll give you kisses in your hands, on lips, and under skin

Let you strut around with your little secret

Of how your day begins.

Harboring buttons in our pockets

That fall off each others’ sweaters.

Finding the customary ramble of lovers

Sealed in soft hand-written letters

Scoffing at the scorners

That are just a tad off-beat.

We’ll out-dance along with beggars

Hold hands in darkened streets.

Out-live the folks on the avenue

Out-shout the next car when we sing.

Excite me in the morning!

An honest heart is what I bring.

Draw the curtains open freely

Let the weather test our splendor

Where in love we all belong.

In a time that ticks forever.

Dear Sir or Madam.... you won't be driving alone today

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 11:44:31 -0400

Prone to wander
they are getting up this morning
…..everywhere…..
one in Livingston, one in Gatlinburg,
wanting to wake up with kisses
This scenery has great trees
but just not their cup of tea.
They cannot be consoled with this taste
only comforted by the miles
only thrilled by the adventure.
The orphan’s home can be found alone
You told me with a wink.
Bags, boxes, books, instruments
thrown in the back for the ride.
The ride is an alarm clock
that doesn’t tell time.
Find their own… far from the monotony.
& the pressure, consistent pressure
that this is what you were made for.
Every window is rolled down,
summer, night, snowfall, whatever.
Each exhale of the world is felt across the face
and through the hair.
On a road that leads to anywhere.
People eating packets of honey on crackers
Such a risky sweet sweeps across the tongue.
Sleeping in cars at rest stops
Drifting to dreams with the truckers.
Are you being summoned too?
Or is the land only shouting in our ears.
Come see me, it’s been years.
Bring your music and shoot your fears.
Good bye this is a lovely way.
A bullet and a smile’s all I gave.

Don't bother the content... I'm the most awake but lacking rest

Sun, 26 Jul 2009 08:10:54 -0400

Waking up with a towel over me

sprawled out in the front seat of a car.

I find out where I am.

The dash says 6:47 a.m.

And I already know I’m not going to do this justice.

But the sun had just woken up.

It had been a long time since we woke up in sync.

I open the door to end the 3 hour sleep.

Every seagull in this asphalt beach is talking.

Why have I missed this all along?

There’s a set of black rim glasses above me

I put them on, put on my shoes, and slip into outside.

I make my way into Walmart to find myself a treat

and look at all the people who think that they know me.

But they don’t know these glasses.

I feel so outspoken and protected,

but I say nothing just analyze people in secret.

Back outside the world is wide and it keeps on opening bigger.

I decide to go for a ride in the tiny little Pepper.

Listening to the songs with the mighty mellow cello,

realizing the disdain for it had been in vain

it brought itself to my ears at the wrong time before.

and Ah, I feel so alive, and realize I’ve been missing my great love.

I didn’t remember the morning until it came into the airport.

I wish I didn’t love every hour. I wish I didn’t want to kiss the morning so.

I’m greedy for wanting to experience it all.

As I drove home with the depth perceptors on,

So strange for you to have forgotten them.

I am the Walrus started to play on the radio….

and I looked down, my Walrus was collateral!!!!

No anger can elude me, not when I’m so close to feeling the earth spin.

Why oh why do I ever wake up later than 6:47 a.m.?

Only trace was sand

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 11:00:00 -0400

~Where you are now is just where you are, right now.

There’s many more minutes even after the sunsets.

And remember the other path that day before your great disease

There’s branches and thorns that grew to form a barricade.

Let’s skip back with your machete

Cut it down to find your clearance way

~Remember that day your father peeled out in the van

An act of means to resolve the fighting

Living in separate homes but relaying messages, that rang

To cutting the whole house with their words…

No hugs when no one was by your bedside

& You and your sister lost your faith in love

~It was a beautiful day for a day in New Jersey

So we drove 30 miles to the Atlantic ocean.

And the seagulls were flying

But stuck- in the stagnant motion, it seemed

You said this isn’t the kinda place for me.

Well this isn’t the place for you either

So after the boardwalk we ran to the car

And though we were lost, staring blankly at street signs for hours

The car was waiting right where we left it

By the quaint house with the reddest flowers

These are the times and these are the changes

A puzzle of events to rearrange

And there’s pieces still that you can discard all the same

Wrap them tightly, out the window

Sometimes the picture’s better off this way~

Electric glow… the wooden radio… shadow breaks the light… pull up the...

Wed, 22 Jul 2009 10:55:21 -0400

Electric glow… the wooden radio… shadow breaks the light… pull up the blanket… hide your face… hold your breathing… a blanket thick… not enough… shiver in the night…

a hand much bigger… what’s Russian roulette… 5 bullets… 1’s missing… in a black pistol… teeeeeeears teears tears… one falls on the barrel… Eleanor Rigby starts… all the lonely people… where do they all come from… focus on the violins… this is where they begin…

Twin-sized bed… soft feather pillow… blue and yellow flowered sheets… ugly golf wallpaper… is God watching me… the streets are so freeing… rooftop out the window… Semper Fi to Vietnam… pastor Harlan says you should stay together… all of this… led us to a cold November.

a skin scorched shower… many layers of clothes… out the front door… the alarm… no one comes… walking on the empty streets… 10 and crying alone.

Bells, whistles, quiet calamity

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 12:02:58 -0400

-Given the time in darkened courses
on a blanket of lushest green grass
The crisp chilled stars above us
by streets with cars continually pass
You offer me a smile,
proposition to lay under these trees.
Peace,
amongst the chaos of the night
in a much awakened city.
Intrigued as I most certainly am
without a single care to refuse
I put my back to this green green grass
and the world above me becomes my muse.

Not much noise to serenade
‘cept the melody of the night
a lovely shadow silhouette
Our eyes adjust the light.
Promised rain unfortunately ceases
but the night breeze rages on.
Warm whispers to my ear
Reassuring that you’ve got me
but I know I’m so far gone.
Cause every sensory has come to life
With a rhythmic little tingle
every second of my skin
yearning, awaits for yours to mingle.
Cheers to the waltzing masquerade
and to the tambourines that rang
A thoughtful sigh for grass imprints we lie
A smile, the life tasting of lemon meringue.

Remembering

Mon, 20 Jul 2009 12:19:37 -0400

She wakes, she bakes,
and opens her suitcase
while leaving her keys in the doorway
This is the day she says “hello”
To a girl…”The” girl, she used to know.

She left her on 5th ave.
with one kiss in a tiny hand
winking with false wisdom
that leaving this place
would bring her grain of sand.
Unknownst to her
The girl was the pearl
and could stand the crippling war.

So out the door she embarks
on the journey that’s starting this day
To pick herself up
from the 5th avenue stop
Runs back to where
she was once running away.

Tiny Storytellers

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 10:50:38 -0400

Whispering tea leaves
Drying your secrets on ~c-l-o-t-h-e-s_L-i-n-e~
Pleasantries I’m sure

Thoughts Written Quickly

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 23:29:09 -0400

Whimsical waitfuls are beckoning the balconies

and turning with trances of time

In dreams of bruised knees they will sway back

and forth without knowing where it’s all at.

And it’s times like these colors imply more.

Blue, rust, green oxidizing alley staircases

Copper doors, dancing wood floors.

Enjoy every bon bon you’ve ever desired.

My loves turn me fool

with whatever I do

My dreams cascading in light

Mesmerizing brain waves.

Tasting tantalizing salt grains, of skin.

Plummeting pansies draping the necks

of the ladies transfixed in the new sound

But ne’er the forgetter of the olds and the wetter

of rain on the panes all around.