In Passing
Me or Her or Both or All?
Do I pass through changes
As She passes from Life to Death?
Or does She pass through and through My mind
As I did pass through Hers in Life?
How many paths for passing do cross in this present time?
Can I hope I’m with Her now?
imagine GOD
floating above
HIS playing field
manipulating every
piece and creating
incidents and accidents
all at once
the greatest creator
the greatest craftsmen
HE is flying high above us
looking down upon his model earth
but does HE, GOD have regrets
to some of his creations
and the manners of how they act
and the way they destroy
and the way they hate
and the way they corrupt
when are the coals of GOD’S fire pit
going to heat up and be ready to
torch this model and start anew
on city where GOD exists
to tell HIS tales to the people
who believe in HIS plan
and are blessed with eternal life with HIM…
are you serious
writing poetry as if
comments aren’t ’nuff
People ask
“How do you feel?”
I say “Fine”
But do I really?
Am I to know
If I can not cry?
If I lie awake at night
Thinking without control
But not of my mother?
I love you-Goodbye.
I’ll always remember you-inside.
Of Mind, Body, and Soul-like the rest,
Mind and Soul I’ll remember-of you the best.
I’ll always know you were the love of my life
Through the sickness, the pain, and all the strife.
Saying goodbye was the hardest thing I hope to ever do,
I could only wish that it wasn’t to you.
For you raised me lovestrong.
Now I wish I could say-God’s will is wrong,
But faith in HIS plan is right,
Whether you do or don’t-survive the night
Mother, I love you-Goodbye
The HARDEST words you’ll ever say
The ones that are binding
Are the soft words said TENDERLY
But HARDEST of all you say “GOODBYE”
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Binding words are like tendons
Which are NECESSARY for survival
Unless survival’s futile
But, TRULY LETTING GO with words is hardest
Death’s imagined as skin and bone
but is too heavy a load for one spine to hone
For Death’s cloak is named Grieving
And his bone’s names are all Leaving
Heavy enough to crush any mind’s fort
But not strong enough to crush loving support
Sweet Aroma
Sacred Blood
Dazed Sights
Still Evenings
Tearful Nights
Thoughtful sighs
Mind’s Eyes
I hate people’s non sequitur comments
About poems I write with a deep core meaning
When people say, “I love your poetry”
But miss my point and don’t comment on that
I’d rather receive constructive criticism
That shreds apart my work, revealing every single flaw
Than be told “It’s great” and not be told “I understand what you mean”
Twenty four hours of forty eight
Partying like a rock star from noon to one late
Now I’m kinda sorta in trouble cuz my brother can’t relay vivid directions
While I sit at my laptop making poetry corrections
Hospice
A word with all the powers of a magnet
Drawing things together
Somethings are shunned and wish to be repelled
But they always return
Others are accepted easily
But can never come back
Everything attracted has something in common
Power to express emotions
Love
Pain
Fear
Last wishes- like fire -are warm
But too much fire surrounding one self becomes
The source of more love
The source of more pain
The source of more fear
The smoke becomes a heavy blanket
Smothering its starter
To reduce the burden a stand must be made
One of courage where friends may be hurt
You can piss out the fire
But you cant piss out the pain
Great difficulty lies on the path where you try to be kind and loving
But sacrifices must be made
To live the rest of ones days with only the closest people to their heart.
A celebration of life occurs once and only once in every year
For every single person who lives life fully and believing,
Paying attention to now and not saying the end is near.
Now is the time for me to say happy birthday from a son
who’ll keep believing that you’ll keep achieving
Rising tension in my home
Makes me appreciate the peace,
That once freely did roam,
Now captivated creature we need to release.
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Like a pipe blocked and filled with steam,
The pressure uprise could be
An inferno or geyser it would seem
When it explodes higher than a tree.
Genuine and synthetic happiness is therapeutic while summer thoughts of joyful and depressing moments in one’s own history and genealogy caress and tear upon their minds
Clutching at my Mary,
Thinking of the gift,
I’ll always remember
Who I wish to be with.
But some dreams can’t come true,
For life is the beginning,
Try not to grasp to tightly
Before Death comes running for you….
The greatest part of every trick is the prestige and the end,
Where what has disappeared gets to return to existence.
Now I have disappeared and shall not return until the end of this show.
I will continue to boggle people’s mind with my presence or lack there of until the end
alas I leave a place
so long endured and enjoyed
and learned my studies and my friends
who’ve grown with me as I have with them
and shall never see the majority again
as we part ways to strengthen- like a stem -the foundation
of the future which will blossom like a large carnation
I’m finally catching up with the world
I am now wired to win with my gizmos,
Gadgets and all the rest of an electronic nature,
Overpriced and mass produced by Steve Jobs and Bill gates
Out of sight, out of mind.
Not so true when left behind.
Familiar cries of sorrow,
Directed at me when I haven’t gone far, sooooooooooooo
My identity
Altered by an incision
In my streams of qi.
Our experiences
Make us the people we are
Cr’ating parent skills.
Oh, Kelly thinks he’s so god damn funny,
Especially since I have no money.
When he’s got the sheep and I’ve got the rams.
He tries to beat me in poetry slams,
Sixty second haiku’s when it’s sunny.
Cauterized flesh wounds,
Once crimson by impaling,
Ailed pristine troikas.
The ethereal qi (pronounced chee)
Which streams throughout my temple
Gives me character.
Cool the
Hell down
If you want the freedom to
Life,
Liberty,
And justice. Don’t
X your enemies off your list or you’ll end up
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Fist fighting
Retards in jail
Every day so you don’t get killed
And or raped by a man whose been locked up for a very long time.
‘K?
Living in constant distress,
Your life’s turned into a mess.
Sudden deaths and abandonment.
To a foster home you are sent.
Until a family says yes.
Hello, azure eyed Tiger,
Who lives in the Jade Green Forest,
Where You buy Your pick of Monkeys
And his queer, onyx Cousins.
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Great Panthera Onca
With Your melanistic pigmentation,
Fading at the Black Zenith,
Jaguar Queen, you vexed me.
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Blood filled Cousins, Kindred Enemies
Pumped with Grave Hatred
We quarreled and jousted
Expecting yelps and a haze of pain.
***
By Inhuman Blood we duel,
Lethal Fangs pierce quickly,
But not at all in vain for
Slit Jugulars zero My Life next.
With a color scheme of orange to blue
I do lie there under you.
Through eight hours of darkness,
I awaited your beautiful bliss.
Waiting for you to come into sight,
I stayed up the entire night.
Wandering and wondering until you appeared
At sun up I gleefully cheered.
