My Voyeur

Leathery flaps hold up pitter-pat
Like the comely and warming embrace of a bat
She's a gracious host to cloister by,
On a dampened street under darkened sky

Sneering sovreign at good and grim alike
She stands atop my walking pike
Water streaming in a delta's dendrite
A voyeur to the wind and rain

Empty cheeks

Loneliness haunts
In the shadow of a face
A company unwanted
A company undeserved
He plagues the form
a malignant tallow
for company so wanted
for company undeserved

Bear

Fear is a bear.
He walks the wood
and sways with each step
a slow and lumbering arm
Sets his staff down:

A carven ordeal
of oak and age
Etches gleaming wisdom
of a competent sage.

We'll see

"We'll see"
That's the best you'll ever get out of me
Me, without a one-two punch or a killer head to knee
I'm dream of a buzz caught by the loneliest bee

and it sucks
To hear collapsible bells
Unfolded, they relay the tales and tells
Shake me from one hell of a spell
You see, all they ever say
about watching and learning
I never thought to watch
So they right it in burning

they say to me HEY.
Hey you over there,
you in the two piece suit
struggling to care:
We see you got off
we're Only wondering where
cause if you don't ride in full
We won't tolerate or spare

and it hurts
to know you never earned the words
that were granted so common in machine-gun spurtz
what am I really,
if not labelled in commune
do I think myself valorous?
Impervious?
Immune?

Every scream slashed these lips
And you wonder why I find it hard
To re-equip, click, tick?
I'm sick of it
Sick of games
sick of me
But I guess we'll see.

Sickly

And What was sweet was sweetly moderate
But turns sour as the soul's monument

What was clear was aligned with green
Now a muddy hand rushes everything

Chandelier

I prey upon the chandelier
Like a spider to the world
Such new, such bright
But I play the true fright
With cold and beady eyes

I crawl upon the chandelier
Osmosisized in seeing
The dogs may barks
The whole house may burn
But this is that I see

So here I see the chandelier
First time to spot its realms
So many facets filling there
A maze of grooves and curves
All too swell

The ancient peoples built them
,the dangling bits and duds,
With purpose eloquent, but lost
What see me in thee, chandelier?
What secrets etched the elders
in gawdy, dandy frame.

The one who loves me

I have one who loves me
with eyes of bronze
But a sight of gold

I have one who loves me
with movements fierce
and a countenance bold

I have one who loves me
who takes the day
to remind me of love

I have one who loves me
who reads the spirits into play
Sitting by and by the rug

I have one who loves me
Who puts feet to the ground
while she manipulates the sky

And this one who loves me
I love like no other
and nothing grand can enlighten why

Naiad

Upstream
A splashing naiad
She stands across the street
Too much not to see
All around her, raindrops
literally shimmer in glee
I walked right by a naiad
I just wish she'd looked at me.

It flew from my head

A page flew from my head
Who am I to make this thing walk?
Who was I when I did?

I flew from a stand
Just a jump in the air
A jump in the right direction

The streets below like strands
Up they went, they too ran
Tumbling, weaving land

Word scritches like a scream
plays me on the right team
And I fall to my dreams

From Air to floor to knees to face
I Try to keep up with cancer-like rates
of a killer-kindled case

Nostrils breath earthen dust
Smell of iron, smell of rust
Then up again, with a gust

He revs to reveal true parts
He stands to steal rouge hearts
He ups to urge new march

Cozy and not

Unchecked care calls for catastrophe
as images form in the dust
Played alive by buzzed symphony
Played easy throguh hair all mussed.
----------------------------------------------------

Cozied up
Cold swirls about the muzzle
Of his furtive phrase furnace
And his chapping lips ping

The air tightens the eyes
He stares--Pushing the limit of snapping
Over the borders of calm
In an overwhelming glance
the trance takes him through
On passions from a penniless prayer

The furnace flames from his eyes
Pushing pulsing pointing
Then the furnace forms to overflow his frame
He blows away
Vanished

The daughter

Out there in the mists
Through the rain
Softly sits
Prim, Potent, Pale
The silly daughter in sail
Donned in whispies
Dusted with soot
She plays your eyes
Tempts the wise
Leads you out on foot
Through the great mother darkness
And the great father wood

A valley

Bicycle chain goes through my brain
As I whir past city-lined streets
I paused in the Jungle--It still rains
I sit praying to trims and trees
Under cloudground lit with sodium jungle-fire
Ride around, trying ever higher

Here, now I climb, up into a valley
Lined with parkers and campers and a forest friend's rally
Beaming outside and free, these people walk bold
Flashing pictures at me, all intrusive
Near a place that I never saw as old, mean or nice, lead or gold
The place that I always lived

With doe eyes, they form a line
ringing me back to my den,
In a panic, I rush through vines
Going further and further in
I bolt past Traffic, sheds houses attics
I promise never to go back there again.

Out

like a vomit
Unexpected,
perfectly fall

Hoses out
over balconies
Over cliffs
off the continent
Past the elephants
Past the turtle
Through the icy scapes
Until suns out-exist it

All away
unexpected
depletion

Oh, a torment!
Shot through
holes surrounding
deflation frowning
slid so far
so far
Through the wires of the world
Until it folds out of space

Unwarranted
Unexpected
Outburst

Ball o twine

Sit me, unlistening

rewinding a colorless string

Stretched, numb, thin

latchless sin

Tailored taunts

Wear me gaunt

Eating through the inside

Ruin I confide

Then it whispers

and collectively utters

Chills breathe through

A color so true

The eddies ease

A gust of geas

Brought bright into the world

Ideas warm and curled

A frigate of fire

I Sip blue ire

Tightening 

That sad and hopeless string

Only to unravel again

Undone

Uttered from cracks
An Uplift
Unsuspected
Ugly split
Upturned
Undone

Condoned
Downstairs
jaunty sauntry
Downwards
Downturned
Done

If it rained

If it rained
I might see a sudden decomposition
And underswept with the floods
I might flee a grand disposition

Oh if it even sprinkled
those little spritz Stealing through the cracks
might pour into the hesitant mouth
of an ancient creature green and black
I hear him grumble in a dream
For now he only mustles
At the brown cloud of something obscene

If the sky grew dark
On the chance of one deeply nested night
The tears of streetlit grievance
might solve through all the mortar in sight
I'd sail in the suspension
of broken cities
Partially reconstituted

If the winds sang a tempest
If they wrought from the sky
the cares from every careworn god
the screams from every creature flawed
into a most gracious destruction
into a crippling expression
Then let me watch its disintegration

If it rained
I might float in expedition
and underswept with the floods
I might flee a grand disposition.

But so?

Scenes spiral from a singular girl:
Endless streets,
on sky-backed grey
Closed-down bookstore,
brooding in symph
And then a sunbent crest of joy
me and my nymph

I ruminate in shape of submission
Teasing sets and stories that never were
See, she held me through the rain once
but this you know she never did
She sang inspiration to a quivering child
but me. the child, would have hid
She sidles on the by, glances aside
as I transmute wants and memories

Such confusions breed bonds
and it pushes prudence putrid
It intrigues my restless needs
now held, both in confluence
What a grievous dance!
as she takes me to her bosom
So many moments fleshed out so full
it burst apart an aching heart

As night turns dark, she turns to me
she chats in weary discourse
Now, it seems, nirvana speaks
Delighted without syllable
Or so mt mind would have
Or so my heart would make it
But so?
...
I do not want to break it?

Capri

Child, she sees
The glory
on a subtle white paper
She kneels
In a kitchen parlor
amidst queer looks and remarks
She Closes her eyes
A closure to the world of ours
Fully shut to sight
And soon
She rolls away the lid
A child's protection
to the unlimit beneath ignorant sunny eyes
She wakes
Eyes missing
In replacement, a captured luminescence
and under close inspection
the concentration of worlds
a black hole of creative loads
Lifted to such elevation
through the sight of this littlest one
Timeless now,
She bleeds
eyes and ears and mouth
pour forth the sepia of a thousand spirits
the ichor of untouchable character
to spritz and flay a subtle white
into a calm white horse
outlined in grey crayon
Horse sufficing this ulterior God
She stays this capricious maelstrom
Ceases this magnanimous ray
Unwinds the play
She sits
Indifferent
Untouched

Hold

The glade of dreams
Hovers close it seems
Like stormclouds curling
and silently whirling
Draping scenery
With unwieldy energy

But here in my home
Of ivory bone
Dark callings come hence
And I wince
As hordes claim holding
to the plaster and molding
Which I've waiting wanting since.

In the right connection
Flush with star's intention
the hold comes back to me
And the inhabitants, they flee
So there I will slump
to articulate misery.

Forgive?

First forgive for a break in poetry. This does not happen often.

Next forgive for my recent expenditures, I like this topic. I love the color of sundown over the pacific. 

Finally forgive me for I wrote six poems yesterday that I will never share with anyone but my Anisha. I have even forgotten them myself.

Normally withholding such works, to me, seems like burning them, especially if I didn't collect them to myself for future analysis, but recently I've been taking a hoarding mentality to these works and I think that causes harm.
Therefore, I chose to deny myself these works. Otherwise, I write merely for myself, which never does right. As I say, "Art does not begin with the self, it begins with everything else." I selfishly ask you to quote me on that. 

Decent descent

Afterglow like an aftershave
sighs away from source
it flies away smooth
It spreads to soothe
Powerful but without force

Grow me a sage from the furtile age
Ruminating in the soil of grace
I say this the light flat to my face
as the sun smarts it's downside race

So the sage grows within me
Unaware, unabashed
He hoards great sights
both heavy and light
Till his spirit settles to ash

Now furtile as first he knew
A sunny sail on tides of dark blue.

Many sundown savories.

Oh, the thinly-stried strings
bound relentless
Full of endings
lapse to nothings

In a glow highlighting woe
like the flush of scars
these straightwit beams
Brew here from afar

Cut, they do, from the medium of shadow
A dance of tired shapes
and softening tallow

Earth turns with reluctant rate
weaving orange
like a heart of burdened fate
Swathes of flame
glaze the tides at sunset
and the tide flows out
to silence, for once, this upset