Chew over

May 22, 2012 12 Comments

analyzation on
assumptions
annihilation of
conclusions
forced theory
with simplicity
mocked
lost clarity found
confusion docked

preoccupied query
left amplified
crying and dreary
volplane ride
in deasil
the minutia
of lost time
life hung
on an easel

hocus pocus
maniacle focus
on particulars
reasoning magnified
perpendicular
disposition
crooked hidden
blinder eyes
treasure missin’

Contributed to Open Link Night with the amazing poets at dVerse Poets Pub a great place to stay in the walk of words.

Few of the prompt words via Twitter fell into this piece, my thanks for the inspiration of: Volplane (twitter word of the day @loqwacious) Deasil (twitter word of the day @arwticulate)

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The Walk

May 15, 2012 18 Comments

as my heel drops
the moment opens
as toes follow
it begins to close

I walk in the
simple awareness
that this is how
the journey goes

straight forward toward
those moving clouds
that make breadcrumbs
I trace with my eyes

the walk continues
and truth of life
blazes free the trail
of the cluttered divides

tapping of the steps
becomes the song
whispered by nightingales
that cannot quite decide

which gift would be
best to provide
what stings less
the warning or surprise

Contributed to open link night with dVerse poets pub

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The dark room

May 8, 2012 15 Comments

The dark room
bits of sweat
dripping from
my exposed

The silent breath
in and out
passing time
my metronome

The pitter pat
of three moths
bouncing against
boxed home

The fever watched
shadows move dark
suffering concussed
they bounced
and
bounced
and
bounced
repeating thrusts
into four-squared
walls without end

The delirious chuckle
of vacant observation
insanity, again
and again

The three moths
my recycled thoughts
all becoming
the same

The forced allegory
medicated to watch
until point
made within

Contributed to Open Link Night with dVerse Poets Pub....inspired by a recent fever in time.

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Drop

May 6, 2012 7 Comments

The beats fell
through a pulse
ringing my ears
into my feet
setting the pace
of a spoken
street
a new hop
that fell into
my hips
as the words
of thought
freely dropped
from his lips
the soul of youth
parting the right
and giving dose
of medication
made so ill
I soaked in
the flava
until I got
my fill
birthed in
Paul’s Boutique
crossing borders
and unlocking
boundaries of unique
the sounds
of his vibe
and the cruise
of this intergalactic
ride planetary
will never
leave my pace
as the angels
carry his
soul into grace

Dedicated to the memory of MCA of the Beastie Boys who passed to the heavens this week, contributed to Poetics with dVerse Poets Pub with a theme of music this week.

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Illumine

April 26, 2012 10 Comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

she was turned on
her screw thread mind
twisted into contact
by the foot of divine
permeating her built insulation
was the unqualified charge
her tongue tired filament fired
with more simple than thought
the supportive wires stemmed in center
contained by her bodied home
a state of altered inertia
glass house throwing no stone

Contributed for meet the bar, allegory over at dVerse Poets Pub
Image by C Rose April 2012

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Retrograde

April 23, 2012 9 Comments

Backwards ones
Counterclockwise design
Tuning the station to opposite

Whirlwinds of the air spoken prophets
Turning contrariwise
Backwards ones

Backwards ones
Balancing the refined
Their hidden meaning set acrostic

Completing the journeys composite
Life through the polar eyes
Backwards ones

Written in my own form; hyper-thrice form

Contributed to Open Link Night with dVerse Poets Pub

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Barefoot

April 16, 2012 20 Comments

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Sitting on the corner barefoot
Meshed into the cement gutter
Life floats by in a trickle of water

Whitewater ride to the sewer
Carrying off listed choices
Washing in the raven’s voices

Sitting on the corner barefoot
Watching painted sides dry
Highlighting the great divide

This or that, more or fewer
Options tread on free
Coating the flesh of carelessly

Sitting on the corner barefoot
Watching with etch a sketch eyes
Bystander to the lines of time

Image by C Rose April 2012

Contributed to Open Link Night with dVerse Poets Pub! My thanks to this great group of creatives for the constant support and inspiration!

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Satellite

April 9, 2012 19 Comments

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I watched him from afar
he so studious
scribbling notes at the coffee bar

I wondered of thoughts occurred
he so intense
reading until cross eyes blurred

I lingered even though I was done
he so preoccupied
if only his pen I could become

held in his fingers
executing his thoughts
murmuring his words
scratching his paper
filling each line
inking his thesis
only glancing away
to consider his design

I watched him from afar
his bitemarks in my flesh
scribbling notes at the coffee bar

Image by C Rose (April 2012)
Contributed to Open Link Night with dVerse Poets Pub

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Orbit

April 3, 2012 20 Comments

Reaching the apogee
by understanding
the lessoned perigee

Finding the consolation
in withstanding
the patterned oscillation

Opening trine eye
for witnessing
the temerarious collide

Holding orbital verity
of appreciating
the spiraled equanimity

Image: Self-Portrait by C Rose (April 2012)
Contributed to Open Link Night with dVerse Poets Pub ~ follow this great group on Twitter @dversepoets

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About

March 26, 2012 18 Comments

I have all this love to give
but no one quite wants it

I keep having these brief moments
when it looks like I’m about to live
but I find myself stuck in a sonnet

Lost in refrained give less takes and tears
dollop of me here, droplet over there
my margined heart spread everywhere

Then finally I melt across the landscape
and disappear into love’s waste

At the bottom of this pile of muck
reduced to the beat of my organic pulse
the evolution of my soul’s trust

Grown from the fibrous threads of pain
an inherent wisdom of its eventual gain
the truth that I could once walk again

By stepping along these lines of light
that guide the way to my purest right

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