A (One) Way with Words

Bang my head on the keyboard
or Edit, and it's still not there.
Stab myself with a pen-
blood doesn't flow like ink.
I'm not going deep enough.
Wrestle with words and choices,
so many I swoon, dizzy with dialect.
Research always interrupts, conniving
cuts the line midsentence.
Doubt-well, you know.
If I stop all together it's too much.
If I let go completely it's too much
evasive etymology
and not just the words that wander...
I'm led all over elsewheres, other places
by memories, imagery, crap-aphony noise
vying for my prompt attention!

And then, when I push hard enough
to leave a mark.
By means of suffocation,
I can feel the pulse intensity.
The louder the heart beats the page
blue and red
and when it's read
I know my fear shows
how I really feel
as I instead tell you
taking my final breath
choking on my ink.
Finally, dead and gone,
without ever leaving a mark.




Image of painting by Henry Wallis [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, 1856. 

An Other Song on the Jukebox Baby

Today seems like a good day to burn a bridge or two.

The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it.

In California with my toes in the sand, head in the clouds but my gravity centered,

‘Cause I’m sick of not living to stay alive.

And I’m just a student of the game they taught me-

Maybe I’m a different breed. Maybe I’m not listening.

Breathe out so I can breathe you in…

We will burn inside the fire of a thousand suns!

…but everything looks perfect from far away, Come down now,” but we’ll stay.

And what about your soul? Is it cold? Is it straight from the mold and ready to be sold?

Just a drop of water in an endless sea...

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right. I hope you had the time of your life.

Lyric song/artist credits by line:

1. Beautiful Disaster/311

2. Wish you were Here/Incubus

3. The Neighborhood/Sweater Weather

4. All I Want/Offspring

5. When they come for me/Linkin Park

6. AWOLNation/ Sail

7. Foo Fighters/Everlong

8. Requiem/Linkin Park

9. Great Heights/Postal Service

10. Jack Johnson/Gone

11. Kansas/Dust in the Wind

12. Time of your life/Green Day

Image By Highsmith, Carol M. (http://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/2011630479/) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, described as Juke box museum in Texas.

Simpatico (Syn.)

By 'association' (Miriam Websters Thesaurus)
                          -to assume-ah-to make an-
No-it says next: -to seize, to snatch (and grab)
-I presume my position-
Resume my judgement
             my angle, view, slant
Take        (it for what it is)  It=Is
standable (under-un)
incomprehensible
inconceivable
get it?
Believe you me!
You would not believe me if I told you-
what's Next?
It could happen.
What is It?
What does It mean?
By definition, used to refer
Chaos by Random, Assoc.




Image By Lewis Hine [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, Boy Studying 1924.
               
         

A Skybroom or Windwisk

Where there is wind
Why not-
Fill the air with nothing
but conflicting directions?
Roar with static,
bumping jabs of hot-cold
thrust through if it must
as though it is nothing but
A natural occurrence.
A nuisance. Non-sense
of white noise, endless sighs
of discontent, lamenting
leaves fray like nerves.
Shooting blanks, synapses short
fireback with backfeed too high.
Determined to go Nowhere,
Now with haphazard intents,
mischief is made,
trepidation is mistaken as
raw with ennui.

There it all goes...
This too shall pass...
Giving the barbaric wind
a safe place to play,
with words like To and Fro
and don't forget, Let Go-
Blowing away
my uprooted mind
freed from knowing
how heavy
we should have been
bolted down.



Image of painting by John William Waterhouse [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

We Will Wake

Maybe the rain will wash away the blood...
Maybe the wind will clear the singed air...
Maybe the ice will freeze the last time...
Maybe less(ons) does not mean mor(ality)...
Maybe our voices are all different...
Maybe we are all saying the same thing...
Maybe everyone speaking leaves no one left to listen...
Maybe our fingertips don't feel the same...
Maybe our Beliefs are all temporary...
Maybe I'm wrong...
It may just be
nightmares
are as important as dreams
at reminding us daily of real possibility.



Image of painting by Raimundo de Madrazo y Garreta (1841-1920), [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Coming out of Church.

Lamp of love

My Sun: Embrace me light of day,

Your golden hallowed rays

kiss my skin with freckles

Your eternal optimism

is what we need, every day.

Steelier than others

the nights frost still stabs

You relieve the stars

from their grand spectacle.

I can feel your pulse

when I am held under you

It is reassuring, like a baby's

breath, in a mirror.

Leave me a smile

before you set

your sights

on another day

for healing a shot in the dark.

Image By Menke Dave, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Snow geese at sunrise.

By denying me the seas-by Osip Mandelstam

By denying me the seas,

the right to run and fly

By holding my foot firm

on this constraining earth

What have you achieved?

A splendid calculation.

But you could not seize 

my muttering lips thereby.

by Osip Mandelstam

(1891-1938)

Image By English: Kida Kinjiro 日本語: 木田金次郎 (「木田金次郎画集」木田金次郎美術館、1999年) [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.