Poems for Her : Episode III

Footing to the tune

the moves are ecstatic

Raise the voice

I'm sweating out back

counting and connecting dots

the curtain gives way to the abstract

Outside her realm

she comes pay me a visit

I write to keep her alive

I feel to give myself a jumpstart

something like a dead bell

still plays out that late-night chat

There's a crack in her letter

that's how many ways there are to heaven

I took a step backwards, a crash dive

of some sort. Say, I have missed my mark

how can I live with myself if she's not here

and the obvious is going nowhere, cul-de-sack

Just a messenger gave me something to muse over

tonight, unlike last time, I'll hold back the wailing

it doesn't add up trying to relay the damage across.

A cluster of her worlds is still out there, awaiting my wording

I'm part of the void, I can't play fool

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Poems for Her : Episode II

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enough about the living

enough treading on eggshells, bleeding

one word leads to another

like musical notes at the opera

i picked up a fight, she picked up a plane ticket

the script puts her somewhere above the skies of Venus

cruising and crashing with her stellar coevals

the goddess in her slumber dreamed of this tale

the grit to see through the days is especially sketchy

everywhere is a buzz about what to put on for the occasion

a smile, silence or some flirting to balance the equation

nineteen lives ago i could have sworn i was with her

twentieth is cursed, i'll wait for twenty three or, er...twenty nine

one of these days i am going to stray out of my shell

she'll read about it somewhere among the stars, between the lines

my lies, they are saved as pdf or 'shut-the-f-up'

hello darkness my old friend, a relapse into despair. that's clichéd, i know

in this house we deal in words and numbers

in this house we feel and flee to stay hydrated

come, come, come, go, go, go, left, left, left

a dash here, a dot there; standby for transmission

she tests the waters with both personae

i text and wait, life will resurface

Poems for Her : Episode I

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the internet says she's just a text away, but

that might as well be webverses away

blimey, i can't even log into her heart

what with captchas & two-factor authentication

i have found a new voice in the sound of pain

when the night comes, i'll take to the stage

the dream i had was of a woman and the salt

she listened and nodded some sense

the salt does not mean to upset the cult

she's got a lover in a diary she planes smoothly every sunset

you could see me if you looked closely

the pattern growing thick, the rationale clogging up

my virtual presence pervading her space

but she does not know me

she does not know

she does

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Look here, I mean here

there's you and your shadow

there's light and no sugar

you can't blame me for having your best interest

at heart

but, how can you be sure

monsters don't have lead behind their sternum

surtout the kind of monsters you like

i am a man trying to love a woman

there's another man on the other face of the map she wants

i am not that man, déjà vu

a dread within a dream within a drink

this should be the last one down my system

home is waiting

at least read my eye movement, Morse code

pay-per-view, the foxy tone.

you here implies you, unlike in my book of tropes

'cause come tomorrow, i'll find you and i'll love you.

Happiness

Ah, happiness, that elusive state

i surf cyberspace but I cannot locate

i put up huts, thatched of smiles and style

the lady i saw this morning

perched on the far edge of her mind

swallowing life around and getting swallowed back

she got me thinking, of thinking and meditating

of life and its meaning

'i must not fear', the first line in my journal quotes Frank Herbert

i must not fear, huh! sure, death is not scary

i'll tell you what is scary if you will not get scared

i'll drown my worries if you will stay overnight.

now that i have your attention dear, tell me, what makes you happy?

my occult dream told me i could be loved too

but dreamland is way tricky and sure without mirrors

my half-lover needs a star out of Orion

when they are slipping away, they get very close

hearts touching, minds groping for a way out

my boss needs my money, a relapse in despair

my beloved, she knows me better than i know myself

now, that is scary, my friend. she can play me on her accordion

she can make me sing or whine, she can make me love like a runaway lover

she can bend me in folds to fit in her leaking jeans

my hometown has had enough of me, and some extra to give away

my deathbed hasn't seen me since this morning, and that is scary too.