Some rewrites and new verses I am working on :) Thought I better post something here to let you know I have been busy but I always have a few words up my sleeve!
Three, Two, One…
Thoughts run together–hear the roar of a crowd
Wake, inhale influences, reach for coffee in that chipped cup
Must run when dreams run long 8:29 is here, then gone.
Moments jolt like random jets
sprinkling the lawn when no one’s home.
Stand at the door keep checking a watch
How many years can it go before someone sets off
in the middle of the street?
Just wait–e x p l o d e.
For years you’ve been packing emotions in tiny boxes. What are you afraid of? Does it come from a dream? Some long forgotten dream? Seeded deep in your mind is a metal fan catching fire, Bigfoot stomping down Broadway and a place where boys and girls can float up and down knobby apple trees…Where did those years go? How many boxes surround you now? Some boxes can even carry the sweat and blood of memories into the next life.
But where is that?
It never happened
You never reached it
Your melody completed
I can’t go on
Memory I keep
Peels lifetimes away
Here it is…
What if, in the future, everyone takes our parody as history? What if this is the only thing that has ever happened in the entirety of existence?
For years you’ve been packing those emotions in tiny plastic boxes. What are you afraid of? You can’t confront it. Instead you run upstairs and slam the door, escaping imaginary beasts below.
Does it come from a dream? Some long forgotten dream? Seeded deep in your mind is a metal fan catching fire, Bigfoot stomping down Broadway and boys and girls that float up and down knobby apple trees.
Where did those years go? How many boxes surround you now? What happens when all you love is lost? Then, you’re left with just the boxes. Boxes that carry the sweat and blood of your memories into the next life.
But where is that?
Never, found a composer who could keep me composed.
Never, met an artist able of painting a tone.
Never, needed a novelist to write a melody before.
Melt away the first and last time we kissed.
Now, just a haunting song lost somewhere in the mist.
Heroes and heroines rarely, if ever, stand up against evil.
They usually don’t possess from birth (bite, injection, or hex)
super human abilities or mutations that aid them in their fights.
They never cover freakish figures with silly human costumes, secret identities.
April is National Poetry Month and it was a hard decision to forgo NaPoWriMo but I just couldn’t make it work with trying to find a job. Now I’ve had my interview and will be hired once I pass a pre-employment sandwich formula test…
I didn’t want to miss out on all the fun I just had to write some poems… Now, I’m feverish thinking I should just write the full 30! I may add in a few revisions here and there but I have a small start already…
Ageless Plastic People
I never could fit
in the plastic mold.
Thoughts run like a nose
in a circumstance of constant cold.
I unwrinkle the winks and smiles
that once indicated youth.
As the lines and frowns return
I learn to love the process of growing old.
Until, I too am resigned to the back shelf
flaking off next to greening cheese.
Throbbing, bobbing eyeballs popping
masked by the sound of knees cracking,
back breaking, body hurling toward the ground.
More to come in the next few days. Hopefully I can make it to 30!
I swallow the sky, taste stars and breathe out. Watch as galaxies glow in their iridescent emptiness. Worlds are cast in meaningless darkness until her eyes shine on them.
Sweet and gentle night where are you hid away?
Imagine a cold breeze whistle through dark trees.
Long for the moment when winds grow silent
to be held in darkness, hiding from secrets.
Light is far too hot and bright, burns scratched up eyes.
I need to see the moon tucked in its velvet sky.
Birds are far too noisy for sleep.
Days so sad they make me weep.
Yet, in memories of gentle nights I find, you.
Nice to dream when stars start to gleam.
Never forget the comforting song
of time spent all alone in the dark.