Be careful what you wish for
But the tongue rages against
Such reins and straps
Spits on the warnings
Of guiding restraint
In defiant arrogance
And without roaming
Beyond the flanks
Of its caged domain
It creates worlds
Like a magic wand
Commanding fate
To bend to its wiles
As unsuspecting realities
Collide
Into self-fulfilling prophecies
Confounding the heart
When the answer
To every mystery
Has always lingered—
Tastes of bitter licorice
Burning at the throat
Category Archives: Poetry
When Nature Grieves
Festering wounds
Wrought within
These broken words
Emotions raw and rotted
Filled with squirming clusters
Of hungry maggots
Devouring the remains
Of a silenced voice
While the winds billow
Drenched in the sillage
Of decay
And the clouds hang low
Heaving with grief
For the dying sounds of hope
Shattered on the rocks
Violently thrashed
By the screaming tide
To Know the Heart
Shadowed
Within onyx pupils
Keyholes swirl at the center
Of every marbled iris
Locking away
The true intentions
Lying at the threshold
Of every human heart
If only
It were possible
To possess the perfect key
That could split apart
The meaning
Behind every beguiling smile
And reveal
The honest murmurs
Traipsing every cordial word
Or is it sad
That it’s become
So hard to trust
The blooms of a smile
That could veil
Thorns laced with poison
Ready to attack
When we are most vulnerable?
The Sound of You
Paradise becomes possible
In the colors of your voice
Splattering through
The monochrome prism
Of my world
With blinding light
More radiant
Than the primrose flushes
Of dawn
Streaking the horizon
And could I sink
Within the velvet embrace
Of your laughter
I’d tuck myself away
Like a child
Cocooned in abundant sheets
Clinging
To the halcyon promise
Shaped to the sound
Of my name
On your lips
An Evening Epiphany
On nights like this—
Supine beneath
The emerald trails
Of an angel’s dance
Swirls of aurora flow
In tandem
With the delicate flutter
Of a faint song
Echoed
In the heart of a music box—
I realize
This is not where I belong
On this earth
Filled with misery;
Its unrelenting yearning
Unseen burdens
Bruising the spines
Of those like me
Awaiting the freedom
That calls to us
Beyond the cosmic gloaming
Losing A Friend
Connections bittersweet;
Unsuspecting bonds
Worm into our hearts
Building nests
Within the pulsing chambers
Until staccatos of reticence
Flutter into
The dulcet cadence
Of trust
And it becomes easy
To hold them there
As though
They always belonged–
Fettered
To the roots of our soul
But sometimes
There is a rupturing
Hazardous and disruptive
Like the unbidden
Flails and shift of the earth
Dislodging
The myriad nests
Until they collapse
Some only snagged
And preserved
On stubborn branches
Of a mutual
Dogged will
While vestiges
Of those lost
Are remembered
On the hollow whispers
Rustling through
The chasms lefts behind
Unloved
Am I
Not trying hard enough
To let you see
Beyond the folds
Of these frayed seams
Keeping me
From falling apart?
With razor-tipped talons
And an indelicate touch
I bear the bruises
Of your thorned caress
While the candied petals
From your lips
Silence every
Tremulous breath—
Swallowed protests
To tear my flesh
From the deep hooks
Of your love—
But perhaps
I’m the one
Gazing through
Translucent scales
Unwilling to accept
That perhaps
You never truly loved me
At all
To the One Left Behind
A box of pebbles
And cracked seashells
Broken echoes
Of an ocean lullaby
Remnants
Of pleasant memories
Rippling the dark sands
Washed of the dawn’s
Footprints
That had once lingered
In harlequin flushes
On the serene shores
Where her heart
Had touched the sun —
Such a pitiable thing now
Like a lost
Wandering orphan
Without a name
Without a place to belong
The Block: Draft 1
Today,
I could not write
Countless jars
Scattered
With the iridescent glimmer
Of unfinished thoughts
At my feet
Beneath the Sycamore
With pens dipped
In the ruby inkwells
Of our hearts
We wrote each other
Scarlet promises
On scraps of parchment
(Such silly children)
Staring at each other
We placed them
On our tongues
And swallowed
Those bittersweet vows
Beneath
The sycamore tree
Still standing
Though our love
Had long withered
On the wings
Of spring