Poetry · Writing

Magic

I have to write.

I stare at this blank page

and it stares back

taunts me.

It feeds off me

like a leech it

feast on my fears for breakfast

and sips my anxiety like tea.

Never satisfied

until I write.

So here I sit

Staring through this open window

waiting for the magic.

From a home I can’t explain

neighbor of imagination

down the block from love

Or is it hate.

Next to the house that always cooks barbecue.

That smell that sweeps the block

through open windows

love hate relationship with your belly

as it fights for something more.

Yet, here I sit

waiting for the magic.

Watching this orange fuck

slowly crush our stars

gathering Universal’s Minions

calling himself Gru

wasting on a par 4

stealing candy from unborn babies

from the home that he

is burning to the ground.

Closing our window

after only a few months

He,

We.

Need to-

Look for the magic.

Gather fingertips

the window is still open

Jump.

Don’t fly

We still have to fight.

So

Here I stand.

Writing

silent page.

Starting at the open window.

Needing to make humans think

think twice

and tell them a lie

that this window

Will always be open.

Poetry · Writing

the day before yesterday

Planning for the future

with a hammer

and a couple nails.

It’s a joke

I know

but it’s the truth.

The nails are a bit rusted

felt like I should mention that.

Bent too.

Head to Home Depot

to have your card rejected

but find a two by four

on the way home.

 

Buddy said she had

some parts for me,

pity screw.

Looking up already,

call it a note worthy day.

 

Poetry · Writing

Faith

The black panther lives in the rainforest.

This is the home of Faith.

The promising work of a florist.

Home forever even as a wraith.

 

Enchanting the world with sunny kisses.

Always with you like a reprise.

True nature’s cheery missus.

In spring time, love is carried on the breeze.

 

Her beauty undeniable by all.

All wanted to see what she could achieve.

Impossible to foresee thee befall.

This panther bows as she takes her leave.

 

All panthers ache and weep.

Rest now in your beauty sleep.

 

Poetry · Writing

refugee

fighting away

the urge to fight

just take a flight

find a home

made out of bricks

read about the licks

you missed

in a boat sailing away;

far away

that ain’t very fair

they made you mayor

now they call you traitor

blow your brains out with a lazer

and that wouldn’t phase her

found her drawn in crayons so i traced her

just so i can taste her

later

Poetry · Writing

lightworker

you’ll lead the way

will follow;

protector of man-

the earth below her feet; she worships

the ones you will not meet; she notice

electric fingers twirls the air like string

earth given powers, meant as a sign

to bring forth the daily wonder

we walk on without regard;

her gentle roars keeps the power safe,

fangs bear the wicked and worsen-

a tiger guardian, a lightworker.

today; she works as a electrician

bringing light

to those ready.

Poetry · Writing

inner demons

i created you

i.

like god with an atom

a sorcerer with a spell

a scientist with the elements

i gave you purpose;

with the swish of ink

with the words of centuries before, with the graceful eyes in my skill, and the hands dished from the pot of decades of molding-

this

is

mine.

it sleeps in my head

dodging bullets made of lead

we carry that blood,

but i gave you life-

your sluggish steps in my inner chambers

rattle while i rest

when you’re most upbeat

i am

down

Poetry · Writing

1-800-555-2457

the static channel is louder today,

the musty recliner sinks deeper,

a socked foot blocks the left most side of the hushing screen,

the channel changes the static turns to picture

of a woman

selling pans

her golden curled hair flowed as she walked back and forth

just under was the number 18005552457

stainless steel and a non stick surface for a premium cooking experience

for three payments of 19.99 you can have this pan today

but if you act fast you can-

the static channel claimed her back into a loud shh,

the toe dissapears from the screen

a dial tone matches the static.