Posted in Art, Poetry

Did you come?

Flicker 4/20/2020

Can anyone hear the lark sing
I wonder. The rain knows
the words that twirl
to form the song
inside this vacant heart. You
removed all the furniture

placed into another room
wallpapered with old paintings. Never
knowing which was your color
i painted the reds of maple blooms
spring leaves only a few days old

they held no shape for us to know
how these days would go. And
now they bleed into years
of birthdays spent walled between plexiglass.
Yesterday’s reflection lied

as eyes peered to watch a head linger
a long pause …
the window hurts from all the noise
it rattles from my fist
poised to strike against me.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Escape

Escape
I never felt so lost
as all the seas are twisting
the souls forever daunting
amongst the tangled weeds
perceived to be my bed.
Instead,
I find my feet dangling
atop a sailor’s head
and all because I have
no love left to pretend.

The seas had been emptied
to drown the crowded sorrows
and all the earth has dried
to crumbling bone. Crushed!
That is the sentiment
heard
around the world
amongst cries of starving hands.
Sand sifting through fingers
atop the mountain peak.

Beware! A man comes from the east
to tempt you with her feast
of golden hues and noxious smells
of burnt sugar.
Their evil plan
dispels the glamour of romance.

Take me now! Let it be done!

The minutes are literally ticking away second by second. I am not lost in a satisfying romantic dream. Rather I am locked up in a reality that steals every comforting thought. To escape this would mean freedom. Imprisoned in my mind is a small child being forced to eat man’s stale bread.

Reader, If nothing makes sense it is simply because I am half awake and writing this as it appears in my mind. Hopefully a deep slumber overtakes me soon. An escape to some other moon. The pink one is expired.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Happenings

Anthony Gorman©️Hands in the Garden

It is all too dreadful
anymore. anymore
she climbed up looking for
answers stored
from when she was 17. 17 forever and all too dreadful
here and now. she saw shooting stars at 22. 22 with child.

A child with child
she watched
a hospital roommate manuever a babe.
she trembled. she trembled for those in the world.

It is all too dreadful
anymore. anymore
i climb up into my head
for answers stored
from when i was 32. 32 tears
streaming to cleanse fears
strobing as disco balls.
i laid down, down, down
trembling for the world.

It is all too dreadful
anymore. anymore
i climb up into my head looking
for answers stored
from when i was 52. 52 years
to rid my past
of answers never met.

I am trembling
for us in the world.

Posted in Poetry

words gusseted
to broad cloth
and burlap wrapped

twining round limbs
shot through holes
of meager means

woke to reality
pinched my inner thigh
where passion meets pain

did my charm besmirch
him, as eager
to understand me… as i?

Posted in Musings, Poetry

come togther in the morning … (another writer’s blog)

— Read on utahan15.wordpress.com/2018/05/19/28114/

This blog may not be to everyone’s sensibilities. Be ware the language as he opens the curtains to forbidden lands. A whispered prayer ascends to disinfect his world with sunshine. His raw feelings bend the light, colors remain while the audience stares in amazement. Perplexed grins in both directions.

i cause to wonder who spoke the world into existence? And on what day? Had i arrived to the party too late? Missed the cake and ice cream?

As life would have it, my heart melted and there was no cleaning up the mess.

Just some words from my heart. Thanks for the follow… and happy to follow back… j💜🕊🎶

Posted in Music Video, Musings, Photography, Poetry

collision course

Oh my. I think i said too much. I can be quite careless, sparked by passion. Lit by a struck match and ignited by fuel. Kaboom! I have definitely gone off in too many directions.

Without giving away every secret attraction, i best quit while ahead of myself… wait for my senses to catch up.

No worries though. i am rolling towards a cool breeze to sit near the waves. Settle this sizzle. i need to cool off. Lava easily burns. No need to hurt myself or others.

i will find my footing and self-discipline. Discover where i want this blog to go.

What life holds in the cradle of birth waits in the depths of dark…

J💜🕊🎶🎶🎶

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Going through the motions

When your heart
lacks love for today
a mere shadow, chasing the sun away
close the curtains
ban the songs
people got in your way.

I remember
a time -certainly
now, not to be high
perhaps it was last night
the outline of a face
traced in the dust, aroused.

You wait for your ship
a turn around
right about face
float until the motion -going
shifts your head.
It’s this tread you dread.

Posted in Art, Photography, Poetry

dark

dark pleases

light
understands all. Embrace
equally
dark and light

reciprocate
a bad girl
stockings ripped

her material lifted high

Fingernails -sharp
sunk pleasure, all hers.

He lay wounded
cast aside -screams
from the room above

burnt heart

and

you can blame her
like Adam blamed Eve

take a bite, she begs
as a stray dog in an alley

their breath rises
morning fog -discreet

a promise to no one
who would ever find them

rumpled hearts in satin sheets

their desire unmatched
had she known him sooner

heat, like fear

rises.