share my poetry

The oval oak tree
on its sturdy legs
bore the weight of my elbows
and the telephone.

I am silent
my ice cream walls
melt; while
tourist carvings become daliesque.

In the dusk,
a shadow of my former self
danced to MTV.

The chair I am sitting on isn’t there.

Bewildered eyes watch,
as the underwater vase floats away,
and still you talk on.
One by one the cushions and sofa depart,
while the pine floor whispers back…

When did I hang up?

Do I understand
Or do I forget what you have just confessed.
Somewhere
I hear:

Did you ever love me?

me, on top of the dying cliff
shedding one, each, strand of hair
leafing onto her hands
at the bottom of his kiss

Your name is written on the palm of my hand, along the tide of destiny you sail straight to my heart;

Close your eyes and search no more to ride on a wave to the ocean shore where whispering spirits will speed you to me through the rocky terrain of eternity.
Planets are but petals in the wind that offer no hindrance to the plight, so with cloud built sails of dignity, speed yourself to me through the centuries of a moment and lives that are but the echo of a whisper shattering the invisible walls of darkness and light:

Your name is written on the palm of my hand, along the tide of destiny you sail straight to my heart.

I am a blade of grass
Closing my eyes
And pretending to soar
In the evening wind
I hear footprints
I hear silent heartbeats
I hear sorrow
I hear joy
I hear the the past and the present

i sought an apple for you to taste
sweet, like a brook on october’s day;
breaking in, a caterpillar grew
out from my heart
and inside of you

my fury grazed upon your neighbour’s grass:
wilt and pelter inside a glass cup;
stumble upon your dirty footsteps
i heard you thread,
i heard your soul said
you rather love the devil instead

and poetry and stories, we
do tell the world
i sigh because every morning
it is never an easy light
and since i banished you away
into soft green sprite,
we’ve never been the same again

dipping toes into a golden stream;
not knowing what’s hidden beneath.
he plays with the dough, the clay
that colours his fingers, and so
we talk of our dreams and things
in bet-ween

we stroll to higher ground, looking
for the star where she laid crying;
for the truth is she left you and
you were the only one never belonging
-hold your head and hand, cupped into
in mine..

i want to know you and understand what
made you change your breaths and songs’
smiles, a million meanings, breaking into
story-tellings and merry-go-rounds;
twice, in the shade of the moon light where
you shall not weep
anymore

elbows and wishes and comfort
in a car, never being able to look behind
to tell you how far, how long
and when i shall set you my book of
lines and words of secrets, never
would i want to disappear, dissolve
into the universe..

but you and all, you are
the universe, yet broken,
fall-en. you are alone,
all adorned. all, never enough,
loud-spoken.

Back to the strets where i belong.
Back to the streets where we stay strong.
On the streets feeling free and on-top.
Sreaming and yelling un-able to stop.

In the streets beomes a crime.
When us civilens as for money, we get treated like slime.
When in the streets drugs and sex are sold.
To hide the ingraved pain, inside our bodies so cold.

When in the streets its not our fault for our lost,
But the governments, why do they ask for so muh money , un-able to cost.
Young teens getting pregenate jsut to pay for her food,
Why does the world make good people rue.

Thiers to many problems in this world for one person to up-hold
How great would it be for the whole world to help.
for one for one of us to finally have a sign that says sold,
To heal the ingrave pain inside our bodies to be no longer cold.

Inside the streets we’ve waited for everyone,
everyone snickering the change will never be done.
Sitting in the streets i’ve ome to believe,there right.
Change is so far from the working people’s minds every night.

Every night as we shiver prefusly,
Families of 5 sleeping in dumpsters so closly.
Some young beating hearts stop every year,
From so many sins where is the cure??

Her life now feels hurt and alone,
somethings stoping her like locked bars.
Sitting , crying by the telephone.
Listening to the crashing cars.

Into the phone she yells ” Mom, are you alright! ”
Quietly she hears a reply ” I Love you”
She clutches the phone so very tight.
Tears streaming down her face she weeps ” I Love you too “

The chaos turns to complete silene.
She cries through the phone ” Mom, Mom please dont die!”
Since that day her lifes been filled with violence.
Her father even left with no good-bye.

Weeks go by locked in her room,
Barely any sleep, and left with no food.
Painted her room black to represent doom.
Thinking how could life be so rude.

May of 97’ she entered her closet.
She never came out she just lost it.

Saddened girl, they dont know her name.
Frightened girl, who is to blame?
Bullied girl, died in shame.

The sunrise was once a canvas of blue.
no golden glow or shimmering morning dew.
Most morning would start off grey,
would colour would come it never stayed.

MY soul and spirit have asleep,
As the clouds began to weep.
The clouds dropped so very low.
A rainbow had began to grow.

Clouds haulted the colours from raising high.
stayed down low on the horizons sky.
Had then given birth to the sunrise,
This beautiful memmory now lays.

Few hours past as it fades back to blue,
Disapointed now inside of you.
When i wake up the next day,
Brings purple,yellow and pink to stay.

Now it comes each and every day,
forming itself around the suins warm rays.