Happy Hours
Of Tuesday blues and sighs
of laughters and Wednesday goodbyes
seeking like Holy Thursday in a lie
Good Friday’s a perfect time – get high
Black Saturday’s devoted reading catcher in the rye
Why not Easter Sunday
Spending
overtime-
eating
Franchesca’s
delicious pie.
POEM
This body of letters and rhyme
Does an act of a mime
Every fragment and symbol
smells like whiffs of alcohol
The spaces between the words
Create meaning in our world
All solid diphthongs in a line
Gives credit to our wasted time
To compress a thought is tough
Like one can’t produce a puff
in a single chance to blow
like my poem- so hard to let go…
FACADE
Hiding behind this mask
is the face of guilt and repentance
the eyes like innocent stars in a tearless
gloom of blanket, waiting, waiting to be
cut by your jagged weapon-
that weapon where I will rest my blood
as it is tainted with pure and sour tang of sin
ready to be kissed by my thin and pale lips,
as its skin slowly peels off.
Yes! The night and its singing lullaby
gently puts me into trance
loosing every inch of connection as it
touches my very soul-
my being.
The mask and the night-
both worlds meet branching the meaning
of hiding behind…
Objet d’ Art
Like atoms in the atmosphere
All so young and fledging
Skeptical with eyes like a seer
My Thoughts oh they’re screaming
What a chance to witness my syllables falling
Like loosened leaves of a tree
Lonely pieces drizzling
spotting the canvas like tea
My Thoughts oh they’re laughing
like morons, so dear of insanity…
What a chance to discover my craft vanishing
Like silent whispers of a baby
So melodious and disheartening
Tainted blush of an art, oh so crappy
These chances 1,2, 3… counting
With my eyes, frail and misty…
What a chance to unveil such kind of Art
Deviant and Unbecoming
Like my numb and bleeding heart
Pounding, Beating, Throbbing
How I would like to conceal some parts
Of my lonely and sweet remembering,
my thoughts in the clouds
floating, dreaming…
Words
Words are haunted
Like a hungry wolf under a starless night
Words are seeking
Like a traveler lost in a paradise
Words are fragile
Like a newly born infant
Words are briliant
Like precious stones of pearls and diamonds
Words are whispers
of syllables and cadence
Words give birth to Life
Like Air
Words are Ideals
Like Love and Friendship
Words are transcendental
Like Longinus’s Sublime
Words are soothsayers
deceitful and feign
Words are like these stupid-
cuts and alphabets-
Endless.
Pain
Scissors cutting umbilical cord
A shrieking cry beneath
the translucent window-
5 fingers waving.
Tied
Cry like there’s no tomorrow but first,
Kiss me like it’s forever.
And never leave me until red turns blue-
You may answer yes or perhaps no
For I’ll share everything with you.
Singing, lalalalalalalala-
rhythms of love and passion
as we dance like there’s no goodbye
Dancing like angels in the sky.Paint, write and draw
Pictures and memories of me and you
Smells like black coffins and dark chocolates,
Isn’t that so Gothic?
Our promises(dreams),
Yes, triumphed-
with our hands interlaced!
YOU
curling in the air like pallid vapors,
swaying, dancing, serenading-
slowly vanishing- whispering goodbye.
filthy like a greased chimney,
black, tainted, corrupted-
hallow as Satan’s skull.
weak, vulnerable, emotional,
a chaste red rose-
thorned and bleeding.
Yada-Yada-Yada
Of my insincere thoughts
devoid of laughter-
Of total abstraction.Forgive me not,
Of my cruel intentions
painful as a knife-
Of sweet satisfaction.Forgive me not,
Of my deceitful lies
A sense of mockery-
Of unresolved resolution.Yes, I will Forgive YOU
Of your sincere thoughts,
honest lies and good intentions
For I know no Sin
as nefarious as
yours.
umaispink Said:
on April 1, 2008 at 10:40 pm
where are the final ones?
hehehe
ive been waiting