Utter brainless nincompoop
in this poem heretofore addressing
I wanna be forever free
and clear from mortal anguish,
and need more than a blessing -
I need a miracle worker after confessing
behavior causing depressing
wretched state of mind
self incriminating admission expressing
emptying out checking
and savings accounts.

I can't see past him, it's like his presence binds
His voice sparkles like Zephyrus' wind chime
His hands, they weave and fix,
Bringing a thousand stars together in a beautiful mix.

He wears a cloak of darkness, yet radiates pure light
His shadow it seems, has the universe's full might
His form yet lays unrest, as if he's a shimmer
These surroundings can't hold him, I feel time go a bit quicker.

Blood flows through my veins,
I try to flow, but it always fails in vain,
Many hopes, dreams, glory, gushing every January,
growing, Marching on with will,
To the warm and rigid hands of May,
Unbelief and fear comes with other August visitors,
Leaving failures behind, to keep me sober every December.
My Lazarus is struggling, striving to come forth,
But he is lost, locked inside the fig tree.
My people praise me, calling me a hero,
One who has nothing, not even a zero
I try to see my tomorrow,

Look in the mirror do not like what I see

I see the inner reflection of me

I hide my tears with a phony smile

My heart has been broken for awhile

The darkness that I hide in my soul

Tries to fill a deep dark, cold hole

My eyes reflect what is inside

Each blink is just another lie

Like a carefully hidden enticing trap

My brain is on the verge of a snap

Self-contained struggles within thoughts

They tie my stomach into looping knots

Breaking mirrors cannot end my reflection

Carry me away,
make these images,
these unfinished statues
of rainbow sunrise,
complete.
Enlighten my soul.

Could you take me from here?
To full moon light above pastures,
fill my nights with the caress of care,
May I take you?
Run my fingers through your curls.
You are my opulent universe!

Infatuating appearances,
I will not give up on
the search for another daybreak.
To see zebras paint constellations,
and birch leaves land on water steps,
my nature.

this is one of the first poems i wrote. I followed a boy home from school when i was 15, knocked on his door and said: ‘have you got a girlfriend?’, he said ‘no’. I said ‘do you want one? He said ‘i’ll just get my coat’. And we went out for 6 months

WILL HE?

Seventeen special K
vanished into thin air
in one fell swoop life savings
fraudulent fiend did clear
yours truly duped
courtesy scammer with consummate flair
rowdies in peanut gallery doth jeer
raucous insult to injury outware
any remaining shred,
where peace of mind concerned
unraveling threads feeling victimized
Harvey Specter's lobbed hand grenades
fractured, exploded, destroyed... psyche
how mean spirited and unfair.

Lost in the sound of loneliness
Sailing the straits of despair
Searching for landfall that cannot exist
Navigation by constellations of fear

Too many days and nights at the helm
No course laid, an aimless charade
Never I find a harbor that’s safe
This ocean of thoughts by which I’m betrayed

Caught Up in Fire

I woke up and felt like the sun
hurts a little today.
Like a parent waiting up until three.
The aftermath much too great to bear,
All that is left is a hug
to know they are still there.
Deep breaths and a whisper,
‘We will get through this.’

Thunder rolls in from mystic places -
rumbling spirits on timpani
draped in gray cloaks and wild scarves.
A cymbal jolts the air
scattering white sparks
amid the dark.
A curtain
opens -
rain.