the worst villian
but always strikes clean,
unforgiving
persistant and held by two arms.
time sweeps through open and closed windows
self imposed –
own will justice
with no checks and balance.
time is god.
Tag: Poetry
bottom of the barrel
the bottom wasn’t the bottom
it never existed
it was just home,
the golden fish would tell stories
of a land bathed in light
kissed by soft air-
we huddled around her stories
of fulfilment and life,
we prayed to poseidon
to bring us;
bring us to the land of the free,
where goldy stayed-
away from the bottom.
the next day she was gone,
the we shuffled to an i
in silence.
Leon
a crewmate on our last days – “be
less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you,
our lives on Leon; this boat will change you
so you can survie, we live on our captains words:
where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of!
we sailed on Leon for days without rest
collecting fools gold for our nest,
until the sea gave out
reclaimed Leon
like a mother and child
snow globe
it should
but it doesn’t,
do you test me
or is your will
to test mine.
your hands break
the earth around my foundation
just to give it a shake
like a snow globe,
watch the world
slowly drift back
back to me
cheese shredder
the vault, is empty
picked clean like the slowest in the pack,
treasure fallen to the bottom
the bottom of the ocean,
popping little ben’s eyes
green eyes
drowning in the black
wonder wander trail
i’ve written this a thousand times
told you in a hundred ways
will remember you for ten lives
and love you entierly in this one-
i worry the metaphor will fail you
be lost in a bee hive as i’m covered in honey
rip my chest open with your pooh like claws
and never leave this cave,
patience
ring the bell
dinner is ready-
i missed it;
silent to the bell
house on a hill
chances are
i’ll miss the next one
waiting for the right one
to ring that bell
on the left
if i lose you
i lose me
two truths don’t make a right
so we made a left-
left it all behind
so i never lose
me
den of 2013
the scoreboard is still up
broken down over the years
it has been awhile
you’ve been hiding
i know you’re still kicking
i can see the fog like breath from your den
i can smell it;
old stained blood eyes
you must be waiting for my back to turn
but i am done with you
i know you will stay
but that was our last bout
this won’t be about
you anymore
back to basic
we will just love to love
enjoy every minute of it
no regrets just memories
forget the rejection
the anger
the hate,
the red door marked do not enter
but is always open-
let’s lock it together
wear the key around your neck
hitch the fear stone across a pond
watch every ring break away
let’s love more than anything else;
Saint's Muse 