3-11

This pounding in my ear
It makes it so clear.
Death is an alcove,
A desire; not a threat.
How can I leave them,
My children
My world?
How can radiation,
Proclamation withhold
All this crunch of hurt
Conflicted
For what it’s worth.
Tsunami washed
Was once, my home
My husband gone
The stakes of lonely people lay
Aghast, I am alone.
An earthquake
Shatters bones.
Shimmy down the wreckage,
Cast between the lines that nature wrote
In haste and vigil.
Who is to blame?
This catastrophe
Of deserted towns,
Crumpled villages,
Demolished cars.
Where is God
To pull us through
the mighty hands
That mourning drew?
Chemicals leak out
From skin cells,
Bus rails,
Metallic boat sails.
Frail
Am I.
Falling into the abyss
Of quaint misunderstandings.
No dogs, barking,
The lull of city talk
Is dull
And quiet.
Nuclear Malfunction.
Great Destruction.
Fallacies of grandeur
And sinew
Clings onto thick black tar
Feathers as
They drown in water.
Deep and valiant.
Veracious, my grief revealed.
My children
What life
Can they live now?
Where’s the rescuers?
Where’s the relief?
My defeat
Of unknown future
Calamities
Graze upon
The blinking switchboard.
I am stranded.
I cannot touch, caress, love
Anything near
Or
Contamination might unveil
And devour me whole.
Surrounded by remains.
Bloated bodies
Stuck in the drains.
Cries, they can no longer hear.
Buildings crash lower
Than my thrashed furloughed fear.
Shambles,
In shambles
Broken to the core
Disembodied, thrashed
And thoroughly bored.
Everything
That was exploded, past, and frayed.
Toxic,
I am toxic
You’d better be afraid.
For all the heavy denial people
Say
Tomorrow will only be better,
There’s proof
Within the rubble
There’s proof
Within my cage.

“Stories of Memories” A Blitz Poem

Cherished thinking
Cherished stories
Stories of folklore
Stories spoken by grandpa
Grandpa fixing light switches
Grandpa and his blue eyes
Eyes stare straight ahead
Eyes blink quickly
Quickly goes the train
Quickly goes my heart
Heart of gold
Heart of power
Power leaking out
Power triumphs brains
Brains dissected
Brains rejected
Rejected letter
Rejected lover
Lover of music
Lover of hate
Hate to stand up
Hate to fight
Fight for my right
Fight for the future
Future of cars
Future of smog
Smog chokes
Smog devours
Devours my soul
Devours my purpose
Purpose to live
Purpose to teach
Teach my lessons
Teach my values
Values of caring
Values of respect
Respect the elders
Respect the earth
Earth my body
Earth my spirit
Spirit of growth
Spirit of happiness
Happiness conquered
Happiness shared
Shared distributions
Shared memories
Memories take me back
Memories bring me forward
Forward…
Back…

Sonnet #2

Forced, I am forced, I am forced to be,
Something I’m not; a spike in the foot,
Waiting, and waiting, and waiting to see,
Nothing’s as real so why don’t you take a close look.
Clenching, I am clenching, I am clenching my fist,
Blood trickles down the palindrome skin,
Why am I here, making this list?
Sounds stupid, sounds dull, it’s tough to begin.
Squeezing, I am squeezing, I am squeezing my heart,
Writing that’s stubborn, refuses to fit,
I hate this conformity right at the start,
An unseen hand now shoves me to sit.
Tension, strings pulled down to the max,
Then, BOOM!!! it pops, and I melt into wax.

Sonnet #1

Imperative nature wilts forward in gloom,
As children gather leaves behind the faulty screen,
Bright beings of this world sit in the room,
Of a prison, aghast, frightened by this scene.
Two by two, they go,
Bound by moss and grass,
Drowning in their woe,
With the sun’s spiteful sass.
Pine trees whimper in the great dawn of day,
While humans fight to seek conclusion,
Who shall sing a merry tune to say,
Protect these souls from harsh intrusion.
Rays of light graze forward strong,
My future wish: to make them belong.

What to Do When You're Lying on the Floor

Reading
Is like walking,
Is like thinking
Upside down.
Writing
Right- side up,
Is as boring as it sounds.
To give yourself
A workout
Try scratching at the air,
Take a break
Look at the sky
And swear.
When you want to lift and sing
To see what life can bring,
Try screaming
To yourself.
If, like me,
You fail to see
Just stand tall
And breathe.
Creaking floorboards
Gristle at your wake.
Bounding strides
Fixing ties
What, oh what
Can you create?
Falling
Is like swimming
Horizontal
Yet, floating.
Sketching out
The stretching doubt
That tells you
You’re not okay.
Don’t listen
Just glisten
From the inside
outside train.
Bubbling
Is like fumbling
Is like getting up and grinning.
Take a shot
From the lottery pot,
And you’ll feel yourself
Start winning.

Tonight, Tonight

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The Unknown

I need to write,
I don’t know why.
Who are they,
Walking down the street.
Strangers, lovers, or just some friends
To meet.
Who can say
What makes them
This way.
Fire inside
Slowly flaming, broiling, burning.
I am watching from above,
Alien to my most inner feelings.
Who are these girls?
Where do they fit into my endless,
Periphone mind
Cords
Buzzing blinking,
whapping, smacking
breathing.
I cannot move,
Speak, live
To hear the beat.
Until I
Empty the weight
That I carry.
Overwhelmed
In a new, fresh way.
Baby’s diapers
And tooth decay.
Suddenly
You’re here.
The next moment
You’re not.
How can I keep holding on
To what was lost and sought?
Where do I go, travel, explore.
Which journey will I encumber,
Swallow, and snort whole?
Who will share this knowledge,
The strength that I hold?
I can’t stop writing
I just have to be bold.
As the wax
Melts away
The chess pieces
Form a path.
Where I’m going,
I do not know.
All I can fathom
Is my inner sea
That carries me
Into the deep
Dark scary unknown.

Blip---

This intergalactic
Space oncologist
Rounding curves
Pathways made
Of titanium spikes.
The spot on the wall
Is the spit
Of some strange
Alien.
Out of this world,
A hub of a universe
Sparkled
With bits of torn, metallic clothing
Stretchy, green skin
And huge, bright shining eyes.
Smiling from within,
Covering everything up
With far-fetched, striking lies.
Planning
With three eyes,
Crazy blue fingers
arms
Where they shouldn’t be.
Human eyes playing tricks
On telescopes, deserts, and spaceship sightings.
Hone in
All alone
Past this vast
Wasteland
Of burnt umber
Sand, stink, and land.
Small tall tell
Tales
And smoking
With some friends
Pot you stole
From an abandoned
7-11.
Hijacking, slouching, belching, farting, snoring.
A life
Worth living.
With small expectations,
And a water-filled
Oxygen mask
Induces a mirror of toxic waste.
Surprises of moons and stars
Circling the vast expansive
Night sky above,
Encasing the world with wonder.
Bending frames of reality,
As the space-world beckons
To me.
Little green men
Furry women
Snake hair
Cyclops bloodshot eyes
Smoky tails
Seven fingers
Purple skin.
Who knows what awaits me
As I bravely venture forth
On this ship of dreams.
Lights, gas, and hydrophloric fuel.
With wing-nut jars
And palidroms
Circling way past due.
Neon signs and empty, quiet roads.
Hot searing sun, and cool chill desert winds
Picking up the night
In giant proportions.
Call to the wild;
The wild in our hearts.
When will this journey unravel?
Where do we start?

Blessings (from an Oak Tree)

Precariously deliberate.
Feeling the earth
Take a deep, lumbering sigh.
Bound
For an eternity
My fate doth wonder.
Seconds
Count for years,
Children slowly shed
Their outer skin
To reveal
Something amazing.
Caught in silk and satin
My true love
Awaits.
I sit at the silver bus stop
In between beehive glory
And blurred existence.
Almost there secretly communicated.
Burned ruptured hole
For seeking, creeping, and spying in.
The wind
Shows many things.
Spots on soft reality
Flutter by on blue, gossamer wings.
Trailing lime-life wonders.
Hollow, clear skin
Encasing bright. Blooming organs.
Your organs.
Staring at a body that’s yours
Yet as much of a stranger
As you are
Towards the world
Around you.
Frothed by something more,
I lay
Beneath an old Oak Tree
Discovering that time
Is linear
And does not exist.
This tree
And I
Are one in spirit.
We breathe
Through skin, bark, and leaves.
Eat through
Sunlight, meat, and water.
Laugh through
Lips and roots.
Feel through
Both our beating hearts.
Balancing between moments.
The sticky stuff,
Not caught on tape.
The longing or the heartbreak.
The silent crying
And the slow-tuned
Humming.
The glimmer
In your eye
Ignites flames,
Which inhale fire, growing more hearty
As my wind covers
It’s cowering head.
Reaching up higher
And higher still
To touch
What was once easy
And now, is out of reach.
That Oak Tree
An I
Are just alike
Bowing down
To all emotion
Calling
And passage.
It is my time to be here;
Cemented
Inside vast particles
That sandwich within a structure
Of your soul.
Why so soon?
Why now?
It is because
the Oak Tree feels it
To be.
And so, it shall be.

Core

Everything that is one
Can be sung,
Can be sung.
Our little thoughts to see
Can be free,
Can be free.
The time is now
Places to sow
Herds to bombard
And pictures to show.
While our hearts
Pluck on weird strings
As our lives
Bond together.
From different backgrounds,
Different memories
We share
Leaking out
Who we are.
Where we come from
And why we are here.
Bound to this fruitful Earth
For all eternity.
We can beat it,
This melancholy lull
That shrinks our bowels
And lifts our spirits.
From on and on
Beaming from within.
So much left to open, to sing, to listen.
So much to let in, acknowledge, absorb.

WHAT WE ARE IS OUR CORE.

Nothing can fetter, hold, or bondage
Our strengths, weaknesses, similarities.
For we are one being,
Shot down
From Heaven’s Dungeon.
Angels of our own
Beat, strum, and spool.
Knitting a tight weave
That encases
All our wisps of body,
All our futile minds,
All our pulsing brains,
Together
As
One.

Sublime

Stuffed in a paradigm,
Weakness
Of the heart.
How well
Do you know me,
From where do I start?
Pulling down frames
Of hard lines, unseen.
How can I linger and
Fret down the seam?
Is this real life,
A world of great wonder?
Or is it just a mirage
To quick and to blunder
Growing quite strange
Warm invites gray.
Holding in, and breathing out
Entering into
This crazy game.
Blurred fractions of a flower,
Fuzzy blue and deep green.
Wishing and hoping
Slightly to seem.
Like the whole world is ending,
Birthing anew.
We flounder and talk;
Time is askew.
Boxed in places
Shoved
And blessed
And hugged.
No boundaries, worries, or chlorine smell
Can ever tell.
Wishing I was thinking
Of taking
One long, lasting stride.
Falling into sections.
Labeled, slapped, and strung.
Cloth and warmth
Abundant,
The breathing, blaring sun.
Keeping in
What’s balanced.
Throwing out what’s not.
Everything has come this far
Without knowing what was sought.
Beaming, bright, gleeful.
Homey, fit, cheerful.
Soft, squishy, fearful.
Being all.
Free and blameless.
Full and near.
Transcend beyond
All space and structure.
‘till grace shows up
At a very crucial time.

Was it all planned out?
Or maybe
Just sublime.

Within Our Arms

What
A time it is to live.
A time to breathe
A time to ponder
All that was left behind.
What
A world it is to be.
Be, and be loved.
Hummed from songs above.
Hear their happy cries,
For we
Are not alone
In this world.
We are one
Inside
This vast universe
Of deceiving fiends
And miraculous beings.
What
To relate to.
A time to be embraced
By the whole family.
Arms strengthening
Our sorrow.
A calling
To be together,
As one.
A time
To feel each others
Heart beats.
A time
To be loved
And give love.
When all predicaments
Close to an end.
And all loose tabs
Swaying in the wind.
Let go
Let free,
Be the soul
You were meant to be.
Reach up
Brush the stars.
Hug, kiss, caress
Feel how lucky you are.
For we
Are just specks
Of a gold mine,
Overthrown.
Speakers of joy
Not yet known.
Though our hearts grow heavy
Our lives
Must move on.
Be bright
Shine beyond
All meager misunderstandings.
Close the distance
Between mind,
Rationality
And impracticality.
Unleash spontaneity.
And healing,
We all need that.
To not only sooth us,
But to lead us to salvation.
What’s
Inside
Will bind us
More than words can muster.