Conversation in Rhyme

So much honesty and still no solution

walking wounds with mere courtesy

two stars collide, split, and divide

tired of this spinning, talking pollution

something more than you and me

The Song You Pen


We watched night come familiar sun two wishing to be one
Hearts sweat between eyes set two plus one made three devise
Split to break minutes to seconds serving only this memory to reckon
That maybe time changes time flying then pausing for moments of rhyme

Words to lyrics the song you pen painting the melody you find me in
Dancing slow and breathing free forgetting oceans to finally see

What surely was must have been the best night without end

words made pretty by dedication, slant of hand and careful dictation
a flower of lines drawn with skill, curving the twist of fluff and frill
extract each single you i miss, I want nothing more than this
but each grows more short, now in need of a line plus fort*
what counts six just one, more than I could have done
can flowers finally last, can words color our past
punctuation is close,so I'm switching to prose

I will not be afraid of what lies ahead. à la passé, j'ai dit c'est ça. je ne peux pas changer elle donc je reste et crois. de temps en temps, mon mots est française mais mon coeur est vrai...vrai à la pensée de toi*. My heart is true...true to the thought of you.


*stronger
* to the past, I said things are as they are. I cannot change it so I remain and believe. from time to time my words are french but my heart is true...true to the thought of you.

Ode to Third Period on Tuesdays

It's about a boy
but not the one you thought
a star which
could not be easily forgot
all the same
when we come to our end
flickering flame
fighting against life's wind

You Asked for a Love Song but I Chose a Breakup Instead

You almost made it this time love
Almost made it through
What made you say?
Say maybe
Maybe it’s tomorrow maybe it never
Was
It was almost May
Not everything fact is true
True to the fact of you
You
Say
Maybe
May I be the last to hear you say:
Maybe
Say
You
What made you say?
Almost made it through
You almost made it this time love
Almost made it through

Please, Not Again

Another letter and your ghost settles in
Props up a chair, Oh please not again
four summers, three springs, one fall
I thought we had said it all
Insult to injury just for you to say
I never wanted it this way
Actions are cheap, words full of gold
How ever did we get so old?
Accents change but it means the same
You've got a new look on an old frame
Another letter and your ghost settles in
Props up a chair, Oh God, not again
All the suddent I just can't take
The consequences I didn't make

The Mysterious Barricades

Me but all you and the inevitable argument against words.
The line that fits wrong in all the right places suffocating
Me! but all you and the inevitable dread laying in letters
The implication that bursts and consumes: a fire of meaning
Me? but all you and the inevitable braeking of silent sounds
The slogan that punctuates and punctures hopeful dreaming of
All you but me. and the inevitable pondering and turns of phrase
The relief that is brief like shifting of pains across me it's just not
Me. but all you and the inevitable alms parading in fake certainty
The giving that is always taking a morsel of truth in a bed of lies
Me, utterly completely myself but turning slowly into all you.
The question that answers: Me but all you but still me? I am

Yours are the Words

Shadows dancing slow,
the sound of air between.
Taste of a memory:
an imaginary dream

The quiet crescendo
falling back in my mind.
The taste of a memory.
The ruins of a sign.

A play on words
waking up into mourning
tastes of a memory:
ghosts of a good thing.

Beside myself inside
something more than you.
A taste of a memory-
one i once knew

The quiet crescendo,
a sound of air between.
Tastes like a memory.
The ghost of a good thing.

Mon anniversaire

Seventeen and grubby knees outside the dorm room window on grass
That stained the dreams in adolescent heads and stars which burned
Closer than the sky had ever been with tiki torch lighting the way
Eighteen and pulling scabs on knees to feel the pains of growing
Heat with air pressing in tight watching you walk backwards
From a heart that bled all its years forever and a day today
Nineteen and hello, goodbye blink open eyes seeing it all
In front and behind the door and this girl then a woman
Wanting more but wondering what all they would say
Twenty and flying oceans dream in gingerbread castles
Filled with a bubbly word it drank on vodka and novelty
Live life watched only from distance a movie screen away
Twenty-one and crash American dreams create kaleidoscope
The twist and shape your colors bend the lights in my foresight
The perfect memory where ought and naught all that is left to say
Twenty-two and mirrored numbers meet to watch I fly ocean again
The balanced title that devises even days and nights ahead in perfect
Symmetry to whisper après moi a woman that needs not break or fray

palms pressed firmly together
thoughts intertwined
I miss these moments with you
that exist only in my mind

Tick, Tack, Tickle

The name of your name tickles my tongue
I open my mouth to give and say it loud
But the letters trip and fall onto the ground
‘Kiss me, call me’ you ask so pleasantly
One, two, three, an open mouth and then
I watch the consonants fall back down again
Eye to your eyes smile at my fumble
“When they open it is like a sunrise”, I say
Happy green that brightens my everyday
Tick, tack, tickle my words but then
There is only one that wants and needs to be said
I know! I’ll call you simply ‘Love’ instead

For me, I have

Palms graze palms with silent prayers
Rusty lips reciting antiqued lines
‘Forgive me for I have...’
Sinned? Sinned. Sinned!
Have I sinned for…?
Sinned? Sinned. Sinned!
‘Forgive me for I have…’
Rusty lips reciting antiqued lines
Palms graze palms with silent prayers

This is what happens when I read E. E. Cummings


I loved you first (first I loved you),
did you (see) know it?

Neck (connects) to --------> shoulder
And

“”(wide) open (wide)””

eyes
flinching of wrist/tsirw
glances aside
I kissed you with my

w (each) o (and) r (every) d (syllable) s

to show it
breast to rib (like eve from adam)

F l n g hearts
u t r i
t e

s l i d i n g

of fingers (our intertwined)
wants
[wantingfingers]
collide

My ledger, My gravestone

I loved you first, but did you know it?
Neck to shoulder and open eyes
Flinching of wrist and glances aside
I kissed you with my words to show it
Breast to rib and fluttering hearts
Sliding of fingers and wants collide
I opened my eyes to a painful measure
Lid to lid and yours half-closed
Exhaling of breath and slow divide
I closed my mind to mark my ledger
Palm to cheek for your relief
Neck to shoulder and I abide

You Began Me

I was given a light, and told to follow
Think beyond knowledge, accept despite servitude
You made me
I was given a light, and clarity to see
Dream without dreams, reach above difficulty
You began me
I was given a word, and it was quiet
Speak with silence, give before receive
You told me
I was given a word, and nothing else
Light upon lie, embrace until breaking
You ended me

My Serenity

There’s something to be gained
By walking slowly in the rain
I know this much is true

Feeling the small trickle of heaven
Drops coldly count to seven
They feel like you

To walk undefeated below a cloud
Unclearly covered in a shroud
I am invisible, unbeatable

I dare heaven to hold me back again
Dare to doubt the minds of men
My knowledge untouchable

I am here, I scream without permit
I live, breath without consent
This independence is cold

The world is heavy on my shoulders
Gone faith that moved boulders
Twenty seems so old

I am left alone in an ancient wood
That told me what I should
Respect all above me

But this wood has become my fiend
Does not know what I’ve seen
Heaven on earth

Our creation shared by a common author
Does it too hate our father?
Hell is our worth

I guess there’s something to be gained
As my thoughts fall into the rain
Questions of identity

Where is my serenity?