Emotional Residue

What I wouldn’t do,

Startled by the announcing herald,

Half wit I answer the requestor,

And so the cycle starts again,

I’d rush for you; I’m rust to you,

Shavings, a castaway, this surreal spin,

Nothing but slivers of rationality,

When the afterthought of all hope is lost,

All by yourself, with no one to see,

That ever would you be caught seen with me,

I guess I’ve always known,

And until recently I guess I didn’t care,

But something different is astir,

I can sense a change persisting through the air,

Some force fed hypothesis,

This needs to end, become much, much more,

Face to face however,

One look and mind is wiped

In this moment, I see only what is here tonight,

In the morning, I’m under satin,

But you have left, without note and no goodbyes,

Disappointment fills my sides, and perhaps I’ll even cry,

But deep inside I always knew,

I am now what I’ve always been, nothing more than emotional residue

Newton's Apple, William Tell and the Art of Invisibility

Newton’s apple came to me,

From a rooftop, perhaps a tree,

Many chimneys surround me here,

In this place without a voice,

So many faces, so little choice,

It was the day, this I know,

And the church bell ringing indicates an even hour,

If you don’t believe, then take your proof,

So many saw it well,

From different angles,

In other language,

From close and from a distance,

Each a difference in thread to spell,

But here’s the core, the rest's in me,

Before we met I’d yet to eat,

And it’s wrong to forgo lunch in all this heat,

Since no one knew,

Nor did I,

Except for pictures taken from the sky,

And from the ground and pointing up,

Yet for those the sun, for the most part, messed on up,

All this drama surrounding me, you’d think I’d have much more to say,

Yet the only thing that fell to me, was time, will tell, and in the end will get its way

Cycle of Acquistion

The day of reanimation,

A sudden reincarnating

Of the living with the dead,

Of hollowed tombs of flesh and bone

Refilled with souls from other men,

Empty slates that are wiped clean,

Perfect specimen to pour your clay,

Fit the scheme and wish the well,

You’re not worried where you’ll be, eventually,

One day you feel you’ll circle back,

To the place you once loved much

And reside within your lovers clutch,

But until such day does dawn itself,

Fear is not fear at all,

Nothing’s scary to someone who’s beat the devil at his own trade,

Nothing’s wicked when you’ve died and rose from hell.

The Panthe and the Lion, The Lion and the Stork

A panther spoke to a lion,
Once before the sky routed the summer
away to a land of falling prey
where clouds were poison pills
casting retreads to the sun
allowing the minutes time to run,

And so a lion chose the panther,
To keep close a good companion,
Only through his elusive arch
could the stork safely cross,
away from the rest,
avoiding the cliff,
and the swim below
into the den,
where, if but just once,
he'll become the most regarded in the land,

Enjoy the Stork did his feast,
Never been in company of kings,
Allowed his choice of any and all,
And when the Stork was full and well,
He stood and chose to speak,
He saw the look within the Lion's eye,
He saw the panther lurking beside,
So he painted words so well,
And convinced the Lion he had a son,
But must return to his place,
as the child was not prepared to run,
To which the kingly beast replied,
He knew the day would finally come,
He leaned back and roared in joy,
The tables shook
the goblets quaked,
So filled with joy,
The Lion allowed the stork to run,
For his son this day could wait,

When the bird had left the lair,
The panther knew the trick very well,
And with the tear still in his eye,
The panther could not hurt the Lion's pride,

And so the panther stepped aside,
But knew he had done things right,
Picking the lion as his only friend

Avoid/Embrace

Tentacles

Adoring me

Each step I remove

The interest percolates more,

for the tentacle who adores, 

Tentacle

Following

Encroachment

Over space considered

Untouchable

Never touching, only following, 

Tentacles

I cannot love

Each minute

You surround

I love you more

With words unsaid,

I appreciate All you’ve done,

I understand everything you do,

I was incorrect to let fear pollute,

I never should have ran,

Please, forgive me, while you can,

I beg of you to understand,

If you allow dislocation to set,

You’ll miss my smile,

and the way it forms,

But in the end I’ll miss you more

Campfires and Hypnotics

Over at D'Verse,  Claudia is hosting Poetics.  This week we're talking the language of Fairy Tales.  I wrote this particular internal fairy tale almost a year ago and thought I would share it once again for this prompt.  Enjoy.


Pestilence wove its wicked stripes once again,

Driving shrill-like vapors deep into me,

Alive, yet contortion breaches,

The protocol just put into place,

 Warlocks, witches shepherds, thieves

Cast iron griddles, boiling butter, rapt and dense,

Fairy, eerie tales of gore,

Ghostly pinups of nightmarish lore,

Frizzle, drizzle, dazzling glitter,
A heart unwound and wound recleansed,

By the fire, amidst and watching flame,
Shift in color, contort in shape,

White to blue and red to orange,

To most a spectacle, to me, I needed more,

Brightly tarred skyline,

A coal painted eve,

A canvas where I'd never been,

A unity felt, a connect, briefly dissapating within,

While adrenalin rose it then changed,

From beating hearts to shaken knees and bleating veins,

One day soon, one day please,

Visions stay, thoughts though leave,

Only illusions remain unchanged for me

Edited

I used to believe in tenderness,

I thought I knew the meaning of endeared,

Then the hair became ruffled,

The mask removed,

What once was meaningful, what once was special,

Is no longer, is through,

With only fragmented tenets,

As the only memories I couldn’t bear remove,

At first I was in denial,

Astonished I could compile,

All the reflections,

Every observation,

Tied in nicely,

Vacuumed the grimace,

Distanced the clouds,

Yet none of this matters now,

As darkeness comforts from fist to heart,

A depression so easily renewed,

It didn’t mean a thing to you,

Not one crevice, not one speck of dirt,

So simple, your departure was,

No note, No warning,

Like a typographical error so effortlessly erased