Pennants

We waved our courage
to set a pace, proud and full,
It hit the sunlight
with all our rage,
our passions dripping into our socks.

Oh victory comes,
what sweet taste
when you can leap to the sky.

But the first wound,
that second of blunt bruises
made our spines clay
with our minds pudding
utterly unstable.

A heart’s flag flows
so brilliant without any wind,
then comes the gust
with fray’s and fierceness
then left off balance
from the gulf
between enthusiasm
and reality.

The Lost Thoughts

Words on radio ominously warned of coming holocaust
last minute heart pounding crisis mindset grasps at fleeting options,
still hoping that it all is a dream, a bad nightmare,
but then you feel the blast of death's harbinger breeze and insides chill from reality.

Chaos smothers reason, children scream in vicarious sense
of growing fear that cripples the brain.

Doing checklist of things to save
grabbing for some vacation souvenir necklace
unable to explain the impulse,
other than was heart's only time one truly felt alive.

Keep telling yourself, there will be time to get away
as life last seconds moves in slow motion.

Then the earth rumbles and you hear the roar,
gut tied in knots, looking up to see
the mountain of water rushing towards your world.

Spirit sinks into the quagmire of resignation,
every minute of life replays in a heartbeat,
holding onto family with trembling,
taking one last breath as water inches away
praying heaven is not an illusion.

Torn

Sky born feathers of craving
trapped by deep inner conflicts in nakedness
between love’s bare siren and desire’s ravenous nude tyrant,
which wrestle in constant ripping of serenity and peace.

How the heart yearns for a wedding,
an everlasting honeymoon of entwined harmony,
yet each day is another battle between care and savagery
with the pieces of soul left scattered in the brain.
 

Accidents

When we traveled at first together
we assumed it would be a journey
of sights and sounds we both wanted
totally throbbing and powerful,
an incredible rush of thrills.

But we never planned on flat tires,
engine breakdowns and most of all accidents.
Oh we found mechanics
at those pit stops of emergency.
They could fix the lack of hum,
each dent and ding.
Only they couldn’t repair
the bleeding memory of the mistakes
or any of the painful smashed illusions
that nothing could ever undo.

Silence replaced laughter,
distance transplanted oneness,
it has always been so cold now
where before we felt some warmth.
Now we're just cadaverous passengers
truly headed nowhere special,
except a morgue in our sleep.

Oh the paint job helped
to mask what time had ruined,
still inside I stopped pretending
there was any joy left along the way,
continuing to cruise
while swallowing every scream,
boredom strangling the brain
helped to keep the tears from falling.

Days still arrive
with us both holding on
unto the used vehicle of our relationship.
It might as well have been
in a junk yard for the lack of credibility,
sometimes you just keep on going
because it feels better
even in all the shakes and discomfort
over merely standing still.
 

Journeys Of The Soul

To take this scroll of opportunity
and preserve the wandering of my mind
as an everyman of modest means
who spills the sayings of his soul,
who writes of divine light
infused upon my time and skin.

It is the diary of my ache,
the pearls of pains and passions
strung as a diadem of ink.
In hopes this stumbling way of faith
with all its flaws and frailties
might be a witness to inspire
the struggles of another.

What emerges out of the lines
hopefully echoes with honesty,
not of life perfect or ideal,
just one spent in the common search
and reaching the same destination
of that simple spot in truth
where life becomes so significant
because we learn how love,
so it truly is
a cornerstone of happiness’s house.

Oh the simplest of confessions
is the jewel of awareness.
Now let this quill of mine
leave behind the essence inside
that leaves a joy, a hope and aid
over how it isn’t important
how far we travel in life,
as it is how much we lived
during the sojourn.
For in that sight
we truly disclose
if our eyes were open
while we stepped.

Clarity At Last

I was always trapped on the cusp,
my birth date of June 21
made me a Cancer on some charts
and Gemini on another.

Reading horoscopes as mainly confusing
since the predictions were different
for everyone that I checked
while I felt inclined to check both
the Cancer and Gemini
just to see which had the best forecast,
only seemed far to me.

Under the new charts I will be a Gemini,
which is okay since half put me there already,
though it to me won’t change
those Cancer quirks of my nature.

Still what fun would life be
if we didn’t get a chance from time to time
to ruin what is predictable and understood
then toss in something totally different
that invites the complaints and head scratches.

No reason for astrology to be spared
this process of transition
probably was some bureaucrat’s idea
since they love to complicate
what was working so easy.

Not going to let it bother me
since most of the type
my horoscope never seems
accurate anyway,
still waiting for the big windfall
that was predicted
when all I got was a repair bill.

Thomas Alva Edison

Thomas Alva Edison
invented light bulbs to replace the sun,
now we’re all addicted to his electricity spout
so we freak and go insane when the power is out!

That Certain Glow

Flurries flush against the flesh
fall through the wintry night.
On the cold icy concrete
it still feels like summer
when love is your sun
and kiss is a flame
making you have a certain glow.

Heart so on fire
while waiting for that meet,
doesn’t matter the time of night
or the weather that comes
because when you feel your beloved
hold you and give you a long kiss
all you feel is a heat
that doesn’t cease to burn.

Through the street
racing with heart pounding
forgetting anything that distracts
since all that is in the mind
is the joy, the pure driving thrill
of that beautiful embrace.

Walking away together
insides will always be a blaze
from that single moment in uniting
as it lasts a lifetime.

Tomorrow

No matter what the day reveals
even when it is full of shadows
until it covers you mind
so all you can see is darkness
there is tomorrow
a new day with possibilities,
truly so unpredictable and offering
the hope that whatever
pained the brain with sadness
will evaporate from thoughts.

Because chance is sun not yet seen
more than a night you have to dread,
luck is the wind you can’t control
it can come when it seems to not exists.

And to always gaze towards
what might yet be
is to embrace there is always
some potential in every situation
as long as we don’t stop looking.

Having My Cake And Beating It Too

There is a conference every morning
in my executive bored room,
it has ivory padded rooms,
with red leather restraints and gold crosses.
At the head of the dining table shaped like a black question mark
sits the leader de jour, this time it is Lord Huh?
He looks like a Television Evangelist with a voice of Benny Hill,
speaks in dirty limericks as prayers
recites psalms from the Playboy centerfold comments.

Around the table sit the other masters of brain farts,
a repair man theologian who carves God
into the table with a potato peeler,
utters curses against broken toilets in pig Latin blessings

Then there is the baker fitness trainer
baking sugar free treadmills with cookie cutter on side
constantly muttering recipes for calorie free tennis shoe snacks.

Next to him is the Mad Hatter Dispatcher
who writes poetry maps about dead ends rainbows
speaking eloquently about metaphor freeways
on toll rolls that lead to mazes and soup cans.

After him sits the Wizard of Was.
Dressed as undertaker with clown mask
talking to himself
repeatedly constantly
every minute of ever meeting
pausing to scream at the mirror only he can see.

The final member of this ruler class of thought drool
is a banker who is dressed as the purple Lone Ranger
having a crown made of yellow toilet paper
that rambles about the price of diet coke
and the mirages of low fat banana splits.

Each assembly only ends
once I lure them to silence and sleep
by hosting a feast of apples and nachos,
drowned by gallons of diet coke
served at a web site diner.

Upon The Waves

I felt the call of siren sounds
and the subtle sighs of mermaids
though Poseidon scepter stirred the waves.
Within I craved the mariner’s dream
only it was submersed and flooded
by the sudden curse of Tsunamis.

Adrift in the midst of my passions
my sail torn and compass lost,
yet unable to fight against the currents,
incapable of simply finding some shore
to stroll and swim that sea of fantasies.

Of all the options my mind could fathom
at last I accepted this course set before me
to not fight against the tides,
but follow them with a lucid grasp
upon the rudder of my life.

So I floated across the vast cerulean uncertainty
in a direction where I had no power to control,
finally feeling some peace upon my voyage
though my song of passage
couldn’t penetrate the waters below me
nor would it be heard as anchor for my heart.

Now the horizon bids with its own sounds
beyond that night ocean of dreams.
Inside the sight of that distant edge
makes me feel the surrender and calm
for I have come to the end of illusions.
Ready for once to discover the harbors
where I’ll dwell in a sunrise
never seen before by my eyes.

Clashes Of The Third Inner Earth

Oh in the darkest, deepest bowels of the earth
throughout the catacombs of ageless inner acquiescence
the Natlurcy had dwelled in their mystical radiant lairs.
They were the conjurers of fog and blindness
who had lived as the mortal enemies of the Rezurlee
that occupied the other continent of third inner earth,
which was separated by a mercurial sea of Jinflaxin iridescent lava.

How they thrived upon the tremors sent through the planet,
while telepathically communicating the wisdom of their ancient guilds,
for the Natlurcy it was the visions from their astral trips through the cosmos
that left the light scars on mortal minds in surreal insights
making humans feel a laslechotomize induction from the star songs.

But the Resurlee who despised men out of jealously
would expose them to the nightmare incantations
where they would summon the creatures of their Kratefske spells.

At last there came the time of balance and recompense
as the Natlurcy rose to end the madness
by calling forth the powers of their Baultismic wizards
who met the Reszurless for one titanic battle over men’s souls,
ending in a clash that lasted two eons and caused dire weather.

Eventually the last of both races were slain,
yet the final Natlurcy expired with a peaceful smile
from having preserved the future for humans by their sacrifice.

Hope

Hope is a refreshing wind that comes in the night
from the lips of another who holds love’s light,
and shines it in our darkness with truest care
until it burns away our shadows of despair.

Wishes

Wishes collect
in the heart’s basket.

Left on gates
leading
to undiscovered smiles.

Drafted!

My owner used to be such a nice man
worked as a chef and made me such treats,
then he got all obsessed with patriotism
signed up in the Army reserves,
now I don’t care if he wants to be
all that he can be,
but he’s expecting me to join in
with all the crazy things he does.

I don’t mind him making his chef’s hat
from white to camouflage green
or even that he somehow
expect me to help use my tongue
for doing what he calls “KP.”

Was just getting use to his idea of drilling
when he joined this UFO hunter group,
so suddenly his brain when nuts
and it is space aliens at war.

Here I sit and wear his latest helmet creation
like a melon is really laser proof,
but he’s sure got panicked
since joining those UFO stalkers,
which means I’m stuck
forced to tolerate whatever helmet he invents.

Hope he gets over this phase eventually
because when he makes me put on
that aluminum foil space soldiers uniform
all my pals on the block can do
is talk about it behind my back
and I know it isn’t to stay
old Tom is looking cool.

The Wires! The Wires!

Oh my body shivers from those dreaded tehno-visions
of mechanical demons who cause me angst incisions,
for I know there out plotting to truly devour my mind
with those fancy, automatic tricks to make you blind.

It started so long ago when I was still just a poor, little kid
and some vending machine ate my coin so I flipped my lid,
then the nightmares came of a monster merciless device
who were out there to treat men like a cat hungers for mice.

Now I live each day in the constant dread they will get to me
grind up my brains and turn me into something totally gooey,
this is just such an abiding terror that enflames me in agony
because I can’t go anywhere away from them and be truly free.

Remotes, computers, robots and the idea of space hovering satellites
all leave me so panicked that sometimes I can’t even sleep at night,
how just a thought of wired beasts gives me nothing except fright
so my nerves are as frayed and brittle from feeling that stress bite.

All I can do is sit here in the bleak dark of my powerless, cold home
where I watch the doors for electric intruders so completely alone,
while my imagination pictures cannibal can openers lurking out there
who will creep into bedroom and eat me while I am in my underwear!

This is all more than I can possible be expected to actually bear
as my poor mind conjures batteries who grow into a vampire éclair,
why can I find a single sane soul to listen to my discerning truth
of how evil running things are going to eat me like a candy, Baby Ruth!

Finger Sleeves

How the hands
feels so secure and soft
when slipping inside some
fur lined sleeves.

Able to hold what naked skin
might feel as pain,
a snowball, smoldering coal,
feeling a sense of invisibility.

We let them wrap our mind
in willingness to reach for life
through ways you might otherwise fear.

Holding parts of the world
you take time to see more closely,
until it makes each moment
become more alive
wearing them till they lose coverings
because curiosity can get enough
of exploring
where that protected grasp
can reach.

Candy Kisses

The scent, the luscious memories
of that sweet infectious flavor
that is like ambrosia kisses
just enough to take you to paradise.

In the ache, the pounding dream,
this tease is pure magical temptation
of the moment so intensely pleasing,
you can’t stop your heart
from racing over her.

If only that candy was tainted,
it rots away your insides
because she isn’t a goddess
whose spell will last,
eventually she slips away,
leaving you only miserable
like something died inside.

But problem is sugar
is how addictive it becomes
so you weep in the wake
from her absence
and sob those dreams
about candy store visits
until the image of other visitors
stings in the gut.

Taking The Plunge

There’s never any joy
while merely standing and watching ,
heart pounding for more,
but so afraid of getting wet.

No way to learn to swim
if you never have to paddle,
and if you think
all will happen
is you’ll drown in the process.

Love is a lifeguard
on the pool of life
only you’ll never know for sure
until you finally leap
where you legs don’t think
your feet don’t speak
instead of just to move.

Every time you pause
a little of your heart dies
making it harder to try
the next time around.

Now if it helps
I will go first
as long as you join me
so I’m not just left treading water.

Let yourself go,
give this chance a hope
for more than worrying
how it feels to truly get wet.

Could tell you the experience
would if it made any difference,
but time had come
when you must either
leap or walk away.

You’re Worries Are Over

No longer fear
the dreaded dry monster
who eats your socks
or never gives them back
because I have for you
a sock guard cat
that will make sure
to watch that machine
both day and night.

He’s house broken
and only eats lint
doesn’t even need
a litter box,
will leave little
balls of fluff
around the floor,
but no longer
shall your have to worry
about those socks vanishing.

Just relax and pet him nicely
for if you don’t he might
shove some sock up your nose
while you sleep,
because kitty is a great watcher,
only he’s so spoiled too.

Bliss

Bliss is the blindfold over the mind,
deaf to any irony that stains
what the landscape unfolds
before the eyes.

Silence is the keeper
for what we choose not to see,
tongue wrapped around thoughts
refusing to let them breath.

The world looks so perfect
when you never lift any masks
don’t have to worry
about understanding a truth from a tale.

Just living happily without wondering,
dwelling where this peace
even if it is mere imagination,
because life is never without
so many question marks
on the face of a day,
much easier to not look at them
than work at deciphering,
which answers come as honesty
from those that are fables.

Ignorance such an exquisite state
safe from what roams
just beyond our sight
don’t have to worry if it is friend
or an enemy
when you keep your eyes closed.

Listening only to hold music in the head
drowns out the cries inside
that demand understanding
for what doesn’t make sense.

Choices

It’s hard to feel the wisdom at times
in eating vegetables over fast food,
pick some other nutritious option
rather than what is fried.

Each year thousands don’t make that choice,
they habitat McDonalds, Burger King and other
such places like they were paradise.

Oh the health pays the prices,
even when we think that extra grease
is no big deal.

Now for me, there are no other options left,
I’ve had to change my diet
to deal with major health issues.

When I get any craving,
doesn’t take much for me to remember
any http://allpoetry.com/contest/2483449 pain from what some junk food
helped to cause in my heart.

Really found a peace
in just eating certain healthy preferences,
takes a while for the system to adjust,
yet it really does if given enough time.

And even if others around you
aren’t trying to do the same,
though they may pretend that is no problem
you can see in the eyes
the silent confessions of their indulgences,
which are never admitted publicly
no matter how that vein clogging crude
had messed up their health.

Bend Over Because The Weather’s Clearing

Keys to castles tossed in the dirt
making you bend over to dig for their illusions,
all they ever see is a zombie,
a hunk of flesh to be treated as jerky
waiting for summer days of their greed’s sunlight
so you can be left to dry out and die
never being treated as more than a mannequin.

Somebody only deserving of wearing a sign
saying in placating cryptic descriptions,
here is a heart that has no sound worth hearing,
a life best stuffed into a file
marked for consumption and not identity.

Tired of encountering the eyes that see only clones
who decide what you are going to say
before you utter a word,
giving you maps to chances for standing in line,
calling it happiness when they mean a slaughterhouse.

Somewhere there is an exit from this madhouse
where lunatics don’t control every address
with their cold and callous plots and prejudice.

I want the ticket they never sell,
that passport to those addresses
you get a chance to do more than drink embalming fluid,
to a life riding a whirlwind and inducing screams of joy
instead of boredom over being a corpse
they already buried in their heads.

Let me have my trip to that maze filled with stars
nobody ever dares to visit
because they only want to live in a playhouse
filled with toys that everyone owns,
but I want to breath where it means I feel alive
not this sequel to mediocrity
some say is paradise.

The Ring Is In The Litter Box

Was true love for a Texas dwelling Vet
and a New York gal he found on the net,
that wanted to get married before they met
so they had proxy wedding with help of a pet.

They couldn’t afford for his bride to fly his town
and he was too busy training a pig to be a clown,
thus she sent her cat by train with a bridal gown
it sure made the conductors squint and frown.

Pity that the animal doc got bitten by that rabid dog
because it scrambled his brain for the preparation’s log,
went completely daffy like his mind has slipped a cog
thought he was divine with the name of the Great Fuzzy Zog.

Claimed he could talk to animals who said things so very odd
like calling this one bunny rabbit by the first name of Tod,
even declared that man had evolved from first being a cod
and swore that this gold fish was a prophet for him a god.

Held the ceremony with the two cats and a minister who was a parrot
then went out and found himself a tux for the best man of a ferret,
plus has this diamond lease for the vows made of more than one carat
while selling all his stock to leave his family only manure to inherit.

Poor gal was stunned when she got the DVD of their special day
where her betrothed was cross-eyed and chewing on some hay,
truly stunned when he babbled nonsense in all he had to say
left her as shocked as if he had said he happened to be gay.

Worse of all was that he had it delivered COD in a trunk,
which was lined with fur that came from a skunk,
now she had to say their relationship genuinely stunk
with those love gems all having turned to complete junk.

Desperate on her part to get an annulment without delay
since he says time has come for him to head her way,
driving his customized elephant shaped Chevrolet
for which he saying half the price he expects her to pay.

Castles

Chiseled affections from quarry of groans
used as surety's marble in epiphany's staircase
so one can ascend unto the fortress sanctuary of reliance,
and accept the rule with discernment's crown
prudently clad in lace for seduction or wake
depending on if knights brandish a liar's swords.

Medications

Eyes with prescriptions in their gaze
always are so quick to want to heal,
they will spill their solutions to any suffering
without ever caring if their suggestion
will truly be a blessing to anyone else.

They are too consumed with helping
just get their satisfaction
over who they were a doctor
and everyone else is a patient.

But they never listened
to the soft low murmurings of my heart,
didn’t bother to fathom my real ailments
or what else lied at the bottom of my head.

You just can’t end someone’s misery
by a trite and trivial treatment,
especially when the only carry
some temporary band-aids
to put on any kind of bleeding
while totally ignoring
what was the cause of the wound
plus the fact new ones
happen every day.

Honesty

Honesty is a blind nurse who never hears screams while trying to give shots.

The World Is A Commune

The world is a commune,
a cacophony of voices
trapped under the same canopy
all screaming their light
though driven mad with fears
for the sunset has no lasso
and sunset has too many closed doors.

We don’t earn a title
by acting before a stage of eyes
don’t receive a reward
from writing excuses
in a gold bound book
with impressive calligraphy.

Out of stagnation we escape
once we start to dream,
but there are always nightmares
within the circle of our fantasies
and there is no paradise
that we will ever conceive,
which doesn’t exists
through something else dying
the moment we start to build.

It a cycle with crisis and rain,
blessing and curses co-existing,
the only true improvement coming
when we stop running from every doom
cease pretending there are only rainbows
then build umbrellas
before we risk drowning completely.

Saturday Afternoons

The world was a magic lamp
it brought me heroes and gods,
as I sat in that theater seat,
a ten year old watching Superman,
Buck Rodgers and the Lone Ranger,
they always won and life was perfect
between the bite of popcorn and candy.

Even the bad guys
always seemed to play fair,
never went insane or become hatchet murders,
just knew when to get caught
and in the end everyone lived happily ever after.

And if the good guy got wounded
he did show any pain,
was as if those bullets
weren’t able to really hurt them.

Real life had bumps and bruises
with villains who cheated,
but for a few hours on Saturday afternoon
it all was forgotten
while I keep hoping
I would fall through that screen
where I could stay
far away from frowns and fears.

Above

Eyes see above with the mind’s telescope
a canopy only limited by creativity
where it stretches as far as we can imagine
and what we choose to notice as clear or cloud
is more the process of our thinking.

For overhead is the place of possibilities
or simply a airy shroud we can’t penetrate
while we decide if it will have storms or sun
because we view it by our expectations.

Hope has wings that are given to flight
how it lets us soar even in showers,
but never if we just think we are earthbound
unable to notice the birds we might becomes.

So beyond us in that lofty layer
is truly a test of what we want to believe
some will always just see another wall
while a few shall find its bridges
to ascend within the heart.

That is trial of the spirit
whether we seek to rise or remain earthbound,
which is the question that controls the inside
as we stand upon any plot of solid ground.

Falling Into Mellow

I fell into mellow
it was mixed with ivory and ebony blurs
they screamed their rules as boundaries
from the ancient mouths I thought
were gone deaf ages ago.

Love loom in a mistress’s eyes
conjured out of dance hall
where I chase my dreams,
if only those feelings were a dance for two,
but those shadows have incarnate motives
they are the thieves of happiness
stalking in the same steps
because I can’t hide from them,
so I waltz through their sounds
trying to find sanity
though it really doesn’t exist.

Speechless and spellbound in surreal strolls
this light only yields some brain tomatoes
that are squeezed by the heart
and everyone I fear is watching
the mellow is drained by their gaze,
tomorrow I let the dawn
rain a new illusion
before I hide in the fantasy
waiting for a happy ending
dwelling on the lips of those
who are doctors in their heads
and have prescriptions for my dementia
only they are the cause.

Another journey taken without being expected
another dream that got strained and weird,
just clinging to the life force that left is memory
while it being drained of any hope it will ever end.