Poem-A-Day: Day 446

Piano Song

Angry at the stupid people,
I go crazy at dullness,
sit and stare into an empty face.
Back at me, vulnerability rushes up,
I'm left the rebel,
without a deeper consciousness.
The harder it gets
I close my eyes, 
I get unwilling,
my body belies mind.
Older, the world forgets
I'm some kind of insensitivity.
I'm left here without a cause.
I delve into me
and you it gets me most.
I'll never see my eyes,
recollect, never forget what hurts.
I'll never see your touch.

Poem-A-Day: Day 445

Crown of Thorns

Fire sun flowers crumble. 
The seed scatter light
pours black funeral pyre
and old shattered glass words.

This earth old pride
a million suffer bloodshed,
the man gentle burned brow,
scorn back spit that never was.

Here stand old rose choked,
it's thorn salt wound wears crown,
never so much bloodshed
to hurt not over a million years suffer.

Poem-A-Day: Day 444

2,000 Miles

Something to say,
not sad,
now calling no waiting at the railway door.

Wasn't then, now sure I need at least
2000
     miles
          away.

Church,
that silly nursery rhyme bitching cramp,
beating that glad coming back.

I need least 
2000
     miles
          away.

Go beating that coming back
2000 miles away, 
further from me.

Poem-A-Day: Day 443

Brother and Sister

Young murder,
I had run from a story
‘round the garden of science fiction.
 
Together we depend on good.

Pollute a minor escape
from the rigors of family,
the virtues of truth, 
caught up in deception. 

Together we depend on good.

Round and round
and round and round
and round and round. 

Together we depend on good.

Still we're going 'round, the boy in the garden of lies. 

Together we depend on good.

Poem-A-Day: Day 442

You Surround Me

Take for granted my soul:
a kiss in the evils of this world.
Leave me stranded…
the streets paved with gold,
afraid, sadly mistaken,
nothing to hold.
Living till the affair
and magic shake senses lost,
Surround, reinvent the very root,
say it if passion through skin
with all the joy of lights
go down in special air,
down 'round senses found
surround the hand,
and lead this world.

Poem-A-Day: Day 441

La Gloria

shaking red hair
disco diva
the eyes'll be on you  
the men have a penchant for dancing
a bad girl having fun
likes tonight
see her, la gloria
shaking red dress
tango dancing
clicking heels
tonight she'll make you king  
she'll sing troubles
down a loaded gun
working blues 
the light of la gloria

Poem-A-Day: Day 440

Star

Waiting for stars,
showering down universe
falling hard.

A fiery hidden satellite; 
a laser
shooting shiny tongue war.
Tell pure as heaven flowers
whose waiting for the showering.
 
Falling down to look
real somewhere,
the wrapped palm
with wrath and thunder,
pleasure to know.

Beauty somewhere pure,
as money worship,
hands are rolling rose glow.

The city in pink Armageddon
Did you leave
and take for granted
war disenchanted,
war pure?

Pure heaven sent money
sent flowers for whose hands
waiting for stars
showering down, 
universe falling.

Poem-A-Day: Day 439

How Many Times?

Leave me alone,
I've got troubles that I've done,
Every thing wrong will regret chances.

I end up mistaken
to sleep, wallow in dreams,
see the past fade,
dawning the echoes that still remind me
times regret the mistaken.

Poem-A-Day: Day 438

Drama

One rule:
see fit within your realm of understanding.

A second:
capacity too demanding?
Well then, there are a myriad of things:
a pen and paper,
a history violence never ending,
psychological drama guilty,
the infinite complexities, 

The ability is fragile,
all laugh and all bleed,
and shame is just psychological,
another guilty life to sacrifice. 

Shame is never ending drama,
another infinite shame,
never ending psychological life:
the ultimate necessity.

Poem-A-Day: Day 437

Blue Savannah

Blue song desert,
the early hours
in a restless world.
The open highway,
my home to surrender. 
I send blue song racing
a hundred miles
to the clouds and thunder.
My home is sweet surrender. 
Back home traveling fast,
bring will,
discover that home will discover,
that somewhere the desert
in orange side clouds 
is where to surrender. 
my home.
The heart to surrender to you,
only I send you song,
only to you.