A Dressmaker's Dummy

À la mode Beauty upon the pedestal,

unmoving for eternity ever-changing for all time,

eyes desire all that is bestowed upon thee

bodies don all that is seen

an ongoing transition Spring to holiday.

 

The beauty possessed shall never parish,

as do the garments that leave you,

a worthless bare beauty.

A Weak in Bed

My bed

is where I lie awake

it’s where I have come to live

I close my eyes and breathe another

            day turns to black, black to day

 

My bed

has become my escape

my only place to make sense of all

I close my eyes and breathe another

            day turns to black, black today

 

My bed

knows of all the aches

but chooses comfort instead

I close my eyes and breathe another

            Day turns to black, black to day

 

Today

There is no bright light

darkness conquers my glum eyes

I close my eyes and breathe another

hope is only for tomorrow. 

A Photograph

Following the dim path up-to our lovely room,

I turned the cold door-knob to enter

discovered an empty suit case and a young man with a gun to his head

found myself touching the gun with my harmless hands,

It too was inoffensive.

fumbling around for an escape, an answer

picked up the broken glass, the damp black towel

the blood was gone.

 

I heard him rummaging through the closet

he was packing, as so I thought,

discovered an empty suit case and a young man with a gun to his head

sounds of chaos filled our lips

Who was he?

something shattered,

the door slammed.

 

Discovered an empty suit case and a young man with a gun to his head,

I saw him crush the frame, with our photograph inside

blood rushed down his hands

Where is he, my love in the photo?

he ran,

blood was left on the door

he is gone.

 

 

 

Blue Mickey Mouse

Let us go to the happiest place on earth;

Blue Mickey Mouse.

EVERYTHING will be wonderful!

 

Sitting, waiting

Colors begin to create a cyber kaleidoscope on the extensive screen.

Sensing them within my eyes, the song beats a melody that's exists in the various hues.

 

A Joyous ambiance with love in the midst

Eyes roll back

Another half?

 

This uncontrollable energy led to the need for liquids;

water or orange juice?

Both satisfied this incredible stupefying pleasure.

 

Misplaced myself for a moment, a trance full of naught;

my dazed eyes see myself clothed in a warm blue robe.

 

The night is gone; my body is vigorous

another Mickey Mouse, this happiness is worth my existence.

Dancing Free

The dancers in the dark, seem almost as a dream;

where bodies move freely and eyes do not gaze.

All movement becomes art and art becomes dance,

they dance for themselves,

and not for the heartless critic.

 

The dancers in the light, are afraid of mistakes,

anxiety grows as the eyes begin to gaze.

The bodies become tense and the beauty is lost,

all movement becomes movement,

nothing more, nothing less.

 

The dancers in the room, discover the beauty in the dark.

As the light returns there bodies dance;

they are gifted with a talent,

a talent to make movement into art.

 

From the Girlfriend

Words are captured from my throat, out through to my lips,

when will they decide to flow with the breath that exhales?

Not knowing what to pronounce

I'll settle for another sincere I love you.

 

As time surpasses this word has begun to loose its essence,

how can this one word signify all that I feel?

Then I think,

maybe this is what is expected

this love is true and should be anything but difficult

Our love came effortlessly, like the breath we take

and so is reciting those three simple Yet significant words,

I Love You!

This Place I Remember

Resembles the waves breaking at the suns end,

            I take another breath

I feel the sun eating away at the dry chalky air,

            I take another look

This is not the place I remember,

            I cannot breathe

The water, the waves, the scent of all it was,

            I want to breathe again.

Never Belonging

 

        I feel as if I have become immature,

 but yet I know I am not.

         She ruins me and thrives off my own wrong doings

                                     My mistakes are not regrets,

                                      they make me who I am today

                                        and to her my life is not worthy of her dreams.

                       

          I am the center of the tug a war rope,

with my life on one end                and the life she wishes in the other.

 

What if I am happy with what I have,

but yet it tears            her apart.

 

                        I dont want to give up, but I am done.

                        I am letting go,

                        I will not pull,

                        I will not tug...

                       

                                    The war was never suppose to be,

                                    so now it ends

 

                                    and I stand tall.

Being Confused

When Beginning to write,

I do not know what to

 

Expect when it comes to life,

because all that I want seems to be

 

Really confusing it tends to read,

when studying a poem by

 

Carl Phillips is great poet but,

his ideas and thoughts are

 

Awkward to interpret the words,

that fills this once blank page.

A Brilliant Name

This LAND I walk upon has no room for the brilliant:
It thrives on becoming what lies before it,
the faces of the beautiful
the faces of the acquisitive
It neglects all that is momentous
The names of the imaginative
The names of the notable

This WORLD I have yet to occupy, is only for the brilliant:
They thrive on becoming what is not and what will soon be;
There brilliancy will live on, 
Not die as the faces that fill the glossy publications,
but reside in history till the end of our existence.