Category Archives: Poetry

Open to me

OCEAN

Open up your sea to me so that I can sink my toes into your shores

Let me be wrapped up in your undertow,

Drowning while begging for more.

Open up your sky to me so that I can dream your galaxies with you

Let me become the very air we are

So that I may breathe you too

Open up your infinity to me so that I can swim in the pool of us

Let me drape on lounging couches stories

Of pearled adventures of our trust

Open up your earth to me so that I might return to dust again

Let me crumble from the quakes you give

That I’ll return world without end.

When I’m Alone

The Clipper Ship Blue Jacket On Choppy SeasAm I Schrodinger’s cat locked in a coffin that I can’t see?

Am I my own imagination come to life or who others want to see?

Am I an earthquake that shakes the foundation of your beliefs?

Am I the whirlwind that’s met with cautious alacrity?

Am I so enigmatic I am hidden even from myself?

Am I a magician’s assistant that performs with infuriating stealth?

Who am I when there’s nobody around to witness me?

Am I just a wanderer piloting my ship on the popped blue collar sea?

I really dig

I really dig that when I open up my blog reader

I find people-y readers lurking about, liking this or that.

I really dig that when I peer back through the shop window

the readers grunt, groan, lust, hug, love and hate like I do.

I really dig that when I peer through the looking glass

I don’t find my readers slumped sleeping in side-chairs.

I really dig that they poke fingers to keys while:

drinking coffee

popping pills

drinking bourbon

honoring artists

dancing with desires for origami people on paper they will print.

I really dig that the people I don’t know by face

stare back at me as we travel, passing on our reader’s train.

I really dig when we arrive at the same destination of personal truth.

Because that’s when the shit gets real.

The Morning Drive

When the murky morning fog come shifting through the mists
The light devours the shadows in stunted slickery lisps
When the streetlamps and the stoplights paint impressionistic on rainy roads
The ozone stenches the oxygen with lowered transportation modes
When the Doppler whizzes past me through the lowered window of mine
The colors surprised to appear on the vehicles from out of shadows blind
When I slow to prepare a turn at the corner to accelerate to speed
The faithful runners slap the asphalt path with faithful runner’s feet.
And I drive through the rising sun to not see the break of day
Except when the working whistle blows and I’ll reverse my way.

How Many Walk Among Us? BY: Jimbo Slice

How many walk among us

that we don’t even know?

The reclusive Picassos

and downtrodden Van Goghs,

The sequestered savants

and homeless heroes,

hiding in plain sight

while thinkin’ they’re zeroes.

The Robin Williams that never was,

The Vaclev Pavel afraid to write,

The Michaelangelo of the street and

Da Vinci of the Night?

How many walk this planet

Pretending they’re not on it?

Please enrich our world

with brush, with song, and sonnet.

Truly and Dearly

The day we met, I knew, that from that day forward

The sky would have to embrace a truer blue,

The stars couldn’t sparkle except from your eyes,

The sun would shy from your radiance,

The moon would hide its face in shame,

The oceans would flow from your fingertips

Bending to your whim and desires,

The earth, itself, would long to capture your attention

And when you smiled

There was my Happy Ever After staring back at me

It was then that I realized that I’d move any obstacle

To bask in your heart

In your love

Forever

My Friend Stand-By

When I was younger,

You chose,

For some reason,

To give me support when I was broken

Offered kindness when I acted stupid

Gifted patience when I didn’t understand.

You stood by me when it felt

The whole world was laughing,

Not with me, but at me.

Because of these things

You’ve given so freely to my spirit

I’m taking the time to tell you

How very much you’re loved.

Thank you for being my friend.

The Death Knell

Three times

The death knell called my name

The spear impaled my soul

Rivulets run thick, hot, flame

To fill the vulture’s bowl

Three calls

The crow yelled out my name

Vortex-ed by a black hole

Nemesis’ smile, mother’s bane

Lost virtues to extoll

Three times

The gruesome knell rang out

Drowning the sobs of longing shouts

Purging the bosom blooming full of strife

Judge’s sentence now through life

Three calls

The crow yelled out a warning

While the locusts came down a ’swarming

Shredding loose what once was cherished

Forcing surrender of love to perish

Dusty thoughts

 

The dust has barely settled.
My cup is empty again.
The protests of the floor above
isn’t you. It’s them.

I sit at my table wanting
to be left alone
I have no need for antics
knowing you are gone

I’m not really sad
I’m not really upset
I’m not really happy
Wishing to forget.