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Addict at 5

03-Jul-2008

the child cries
unresponsive Mother lies
upon the carpet again
boiled bottles
bob in the fiery wrath
then melt
with no food to lend
the child cries
Mother snores
pill bottle
caught the young ones eye
with a simple crawl
child possesses
pez-
the destructive kind

Darknezz

03-Jul-2008

look me in my eyes can u see my pain,
can u see my nightmares,
can u see my dreams.
can u feel me.
can u see my fears,
taste my tears.
i know u can feel me.
jus close your eyes im darkness. l
ike the world without light.
im dark, and without sight.
can u direct me too light.
or are u here to meddle my strife.
if so it aint right. but what is?
life is jus a dream within a dream.
in this life love have no meaning.
my words are sharp as actions.
but my actions are dull as nubs.
but hey its life, a dream within a dream. feel me?
i couldnt have lost u?
all u have too do it close your eyes.
im darkness baby.
im death. im real.. release your stress and feel my pain.
it hurt. take it away. or jus do da regular too make my day.
like smiling or speaking. whatever will do.. jus think about me sometimes instead of thinkin about u.
can u feel u me? because through it all im still me.. another shadow in the dark that voices her opinion loud and proud whether u like it or not. ill take a bow.

Waiting 'Til Harvest

03-Jul-2008

The fervor of summer and long heated days,
the drying, warm breezes in afternoon sun,
make grasses turn brown, seeping groundwater scarce,
and signal the turn of the season's begun.

Grapes waiting 'til harvest, with patience, resigned,
the sun is no longer straight overhead, peaked,
just sixty days' biding will bring out the crew,
and crush soon thereafter, the vintage critiqued.

The energy drawn by the vineyard's broad leaves
gives the clusters their health, and their palate repute,
for these are the grapes of the arid and parched-
a cool, rainy summer would ruin the fruit.

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Bent Out of Shape

03-Jul-2008

We like it when
nicely shaped lips speak to us
We listen to faces we trust
to bend the world into shapes we prefer
or provide an escape
unaware that our egos are the only things
bent out of shape

July 3rd, 2008

03-Jul-2008

I saw a tattered flag
Lying along the side of the road;

Fifty stars huddled for warmth
On a torn, cold skyline
With a candy-cane of thirteen stripes
Soiled by grains of dog excretion.

I stooped down beside the little guy
And lifted him off of the pavement,
Brushing the dried mess off of
His badly broken body.

Just then, I heard the blaring horn
Of a speeding sports utility vehicle
Heading westward with a toxic cloud
Of burning oil spewing from its backside.

I held my sleeve to my mouth
As I choked on the miasma.
The fuming smog floated along,
Dispersing into the sickly air.

I wept as I laid my friend back down,
Humbled by his honesty.

Uncle Shady Bird

03-Jul-2008

bbbbrrrrrr......
say bird
bbbbbrrrrr......
see the bird?
bbbbbrrrrrrrr....
where's the bird?

and oh
she showed me the bird
she's too young to.....
who the hell taught her to.........
UNCLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Revelation at a Gas Station

03-Jul-2008

We drove into the gas station
almost simultaneously
stopped our vehicles near the only pump
our eyes met through the auto glass
and like two insects
inaudible clicking begins
our minds gave way to primal instinct
in this untamed wilderness
our cars were flocks of sheep
competing for space at some muddy
watering hole
she gestured, 'Go ahead'
and I gestured, 'No you'
then, after a moments' hesitation
she pulls up to the pump
and I think out loud, "That's weird"
digesting what just transpired
ending her gas station ritual
that metallic clink of hose and pump was my cue
so sending her a friendly glance
before stepping out of my car
I thought I'd break the ice with a flirt
but it comes out a grunt,
"Something wrong with a little chivalry?"
"No, but you can't be too careful these days.
People are crazy."
She left me with this epiphany
avoid confrontation
be wary of anyone you meet
who might perceive your action as provocation
you'll never know who you'll meet on the road
itching for a fight

sui-sin

03-Jul-2008

trampoline ladder
with capacity
to launch prayers
closer to the divine ear
hindered life agenda
noble threat
of suicide

savage revenge

03-Jul-2008

.....he awoke
duct tape restrained him
in his favorite chair
with his favorite empty bottle
anxiety ensues
panic looms
controlled breathing
gently heaves
behind the chair
unknown finger
traces skull cap
plucks one hair
lighter flick
hair burnt
panic.....
immobile
gagged
cursing
..it was she
from the bar
drunken fantasy
gone awry
..she returned
to claim his manhood
a fine mantle piece...
snip...
ssshhhhhhh
"sleep now reckless drinker"

Post Addict Apology

03-Jul-2008

It will take
my entire life to apologize
So ask not why
I cup your tears
each time they run
in chaos from your heart
As I will be filling
the sacred tub of forgiveness
Upon completion
I will bathe
in the salty sting
Of memories
I chose to ignore
as you were pained
by a masked man
wearing my face