I am a djinn.
I would rend the sky,
Bring floods to the desert,
Even blackout the day,
Any terrible thing you could imagine,
If only you would speak the words.
I am jealous of the Sun, Who fils you with warmth. I am jealous of the Rain, Who touches you down to your bones I am jealous of the Wind, Who's fingers run through your hair, even now. I am jealous of the Earth, Who you trust to hold you up, when all else fails. I am jealous of the Eyes, Who have had the chance to behold you, for all your life. I am jealous of the Words, Who've never failed to make you laugh. I am jealous of the Lovers, who've you've allowed to open your eyes. I am none of these things. I am secret. Something that you can hold, That you can cherish, But you may never love, Out in the open.
Hear me, please.
I want to speak to you in words you understand Your language. Let me find your frequency, Hitting scan all day till you reply. What combination of knobs and levers. Will broadcast my soul directly into your airwaves If I were to whisper in your ear would you hear me in your dreams? Or am I just the black noise bouncing off the tin roof. WHY WON'T YOU HEAR ME!? Respectfully...
I remember all the times I forgot flowers
That time we tried to shower
Neither of us staying clean
I’ve let you go,
The smoke of that loss
Gone before I knew….
The thing I miss most is the
apple pie you made.
That shit was almost worth
Your crap attitude and your shit ass friend
The Hubris of Desire
A vision that blots out the rarest pigment sunsets
Or mountain landscapes
Is there truly beauty in those things,
When apparitions of divinity walk along the Earth on two legs?
Does the moon but reflect the sun?
While their intellect out shines the rise of Helios.
There’s beauty in many found things
but perhaps in a muse that finds itself.
Can vibrant, Autumn leaves
or soft, downy snow
string words together that compel
writers desire to tear their hearts out in envy?
Will a zephyr or the avian song
bring chills with notes stagnate over millions of years
or the symphony composed
from a compassionate soul
who ne’er take life’s pleasures for granted.
Is it hubris to compare one
to both earthly and celestial wonders
but I am ever so confident that I know the right of it.
For what could be held in such regard
But the vastness of beauty in a mortal vessel.
Downfall of Serenity
What is a stage but a pedestal
They belong to life
An actor to the stage
And I just want to play the part that’s belongs to me
I want to surround them
To pull them into me and never let go.
That would satisfy only for a moment
A split second of selfish desire
It’d bring the whole thing down around me
Isolation and freedom in ruination
That I could have just one piece of them.
What would I do just to know.
Just to understand.
Just to know their name.
They poured sunshine and flowers into a glass
Two cubes of memory to chill
A shot of anticipation
A chaser of catharsis
Just what I need to take the edge off
Sorry it’s a short one today but, there’s a lot going on and I will definitely have more material coming soon. Good luck, Readers
Has left the Earth,
And returned again
Fears no more
And yields even less
No longer will shrink,
Won’t even try
Soars in on wings,
of ambition and desire
Don’t let them catch you
Whatever you do
Has left the Earth,
And returned again.
A Poem About Unfettered Benevolence
I could have written my rage on the page
Dragged you in metaphor and smilie
Damned you in with grammar
and well constructed lines
But, I’m better than that
I’m not that guy
I wouldn’t do that
I won’t write an open letter,
listing all of your faults
Or compose poetry to your misdeeds
Tearing you down in couplets
Slamming you with soliloquy
Play you like a playwright
However, I’m a benevolent master of the written word
I won’t shame you here…
just know that I could
Hey this was meant to be a kind of funny tongue and cheek thing, I hope you like it while I finish up a few of my longer blog posts and maybe even debut a short story. Hope your week goes well damn, hope my does too.
Clippings of Conversation
I still remember your “Hey”s and sighs
I recite your dreams
Sing your tears
Can’t forget your heartbeat
But I only hear clippings of conversations
I remember my rage
Your sweet toxin
Hours of my life swallowed up in perfect lips
Only loose thoughts reach out
I remember pain and loss
But I only have clippings of conversations
Our time blurred
I am not the same man
But I wonder would you love me
Would your kisses taste the same
Even with just clippings
I have more than you
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