you steal the silver linings
and stretch them all over the skies
til they melt in deep droplets
dancing on my face
Quatrain
Birth
trapped inside glass walls
lost in sensory illusions
hidden in the bell curve
of my teleological fate
a tiny morphine head
scrunches its hazel eyes
to peer into my mirror soul.
Triolets are Silly
I know I’m a nerd
I cannot escape
This sequence I’ve heard
I know I’m a nerd
To look up this word
And play with duct tape
I know I’m a nerd
I cannot escape
My First Cywydd Llosgyrnog
Plunged in turquoise, tapered lines and
drifting slowly to open hand
feet in sand, the time is now
water dancing out in vapors
eyes catch eyes and shoot their lasers
it tapers, I know not how.
My Song for Youth
my words fall away from your ears like rain
passing through the spectrum of your hollowed eyes
my thoughts in vain unwrapped before you
even though i set them on my finest plates
i am just a slot on your scheduled day
you’re turning us into numbers
we all go back to one
i waste my words because i love you
grinding my voice down to shreds of a thing
tossing my life force into your darkness
throwing my life away and not keeping it
because you don’t need to be what i’ve been
you’re turning me into an idol
a thing made out of wood
your selective deafness is my anguish
your poor decisions are my remorse
you make me a useless spinning advertisement
for things you don’t want, for things you don’t need
you’re turning me into a throwaway
i cannot stand the burn
Monsters Scream in Stereo
you unraveled with my coat
setting yourself neatly on a wooden floor
five shades too light for your own good
natural toxins oozing through your blood
love is a disease and you are the culprit
run away, little one, run away!
A Blue Moon Has Two Faces
my love poem, this is
so alone in the dark.
it has no rhythm, no ceiling, no spark
a quivering tangent
so alone in my head
with peaks and valleys and weathering tread.
my eyes strain horizons
to see who you are.
an image, an essence, a towering star
we push on the day
to see what is real.
in silence, hearts drenched, off we silently steal.
The Poetry Lesson
poetry does not need acceptance
embraces it when it comes
shrugs when it does not
and turns its ball-point head to something else
to learn is to listen to the deep voice
and no one hears it the same
we all learn different things
and it suits the world well
poetry comes from the deep voice
with an eye to the east
with an eye to the west
with a heart to the unseen thing
to learn is not to falter
and watch for being watched
we all live hearts in different ways
and it suits the world well
Bearings in a Wayward Sea
a silent multitude hovers in the dark
and i am but an angry spark
a spark alone in the dark
a cracked open shell
half open, half empty, half ready for hell
i open my hands like a cracked open shell
a gold shining in
a liquid both warm and slicker than sin
the rain is like gold shining in
where do the edges of the mind become soul?
does eternity flip a switch or gently roll
like a tired walrus on an endless beach
with wobble and tread aiming far out of reach
searching for something the long haired one stole?
Today one of my piano classes asked me to play something for them and, in their words, show them how awesome I am. I don’t feel like a very awesome pianist, in fact, I know I’m not. So I reluctantly went up there and improvised a short wandering doodle. I was fairly pleased with how it turned out. I was very surprised by their reaction, though. They actually cheered for me and were amazed with my playing, especially when they discovered that I had created it on the spot. It was very encouraging to me as a musician and I needed it.
