Click* Undeveloped Footage pt. 1

CLICK*
Darkness-
Unfocused image.
Blurred, Sporadic, A momentous occasion.
rushed and uncoordinated. Ruined.
the ocean behind the scenes. no sound in a shell.
no "cowabunga". no splash page.
sand shaded by a shaking anxiety.
A fleeted memory burred in the moment.

Click*
Growth. a large tree. three happy people underneath
it tells a story of a trip. a voyage unfamiliar.
but related. Friends lost at sea. lost abroad.
stuffed, wet, furred and brown.
Teddy missed the mark. forever beneath the shade.
on the grass.

Click*
Brick and Mortar.
Hoofed creatures scurrying about
a gated community.
Fed from a troth filled with fish.
hay stacked like pyramids.
calves tied to a post.
birthed by caged mothers.

Click*
Attacked by toy soldiers.
an army falling from above.
green and plastic
paranormal.
the glass shattered.
shrapnel now lays on the carpet.
a tragic revolution.

W/O an afterthought

Subjugated by current events.
A postural rhythm played backwards
unconstrained in the lost apertures of a rotten digression.
the copper coins in the dried out fountain now green with oxidation.

A rotten course of history.
Belated and unsatisfactory.
Course actions with little attire.

I have wavered thinly with ambition.
Remarked on high with no optimism.
My wonderment with nature.
cruel and unusual.

laws of nature predate my existence.
laws of man unrelated.

I wish for something bigger.
I know of nothing truer.

Broken but not replaced.
this sultry existence.
past tense. no longer recurring
this dream, that is.

Misstep on coincidence
Shake off the fractions of a half dollar
rewrite the poem
open a new account

Spells unchecked
black magic on stage
last pick on the floor
strawberry flavored cuts on my wrist

a tale that was never told
never sold
not a dime was made that day.

Au Revoir

nouveau fantôme, au revoir 
Je souhaite que vous pourriez me voir
Je souhaite que vous ayez été près
Je peux seulement imaginer votre beauté maintenant
Une beauté I a éprouvé avec mes yeux mêmes


Peau blanche pâle.
cheveux noirs foncés.
beauté labiée rouge


vous êtes la pleine lune.
vous vivez dans l'obscurité,
mais vous êtes ma lumière


vous partez maintenant. 
vous partez aussi rapidement que vous êtes venu
allé aussi rapidement que le jour se casse 


J'aurais été une perte de temps. 
Je sais cela maintenant. 
merci d'épargner mes sentiments


J'ai voulu être une ancre à un navire de navigation.
mais vous n'êtes pas un bateau laissant à la mer. 
aucun mon amour, vous êtes la mais colombe volant au loin à de nouveaux mondes.


Je vous manquerai, je regarderai vers le haut le ciel et l'espoir à un jour vous revoient. 
au revoir mon ange. 
au revoir ma colombe

Eons Apart

 Cry the night death played her hand.

Silence from those whom would understand.

A greater God too wise to tell me.

the night dark like the pupil dilated.

eyes wide open to an endless picture.

a clip show.

snap shots of mothers and fathers alike

dead under wheels tracked through the sky

Broken English hollered goodbyes.

weathered eyelids.

no more clouds passing by.

another year.

it's never the same.

Never again

(Hourly) Wages a war

Please.

the road is long ahead of me.

Please.

the sharp rocks jagged

Never wore shoes.

the journey long.

no sole to protect me.

I leave a bloody path behind.

I leave a jug of wine in the battered beaches of a lengthy spring.

a wave

goodbye my lovely home

swimming sounds like nothing in my native tongue.

the future sounds aloof

a pressing matter.

morphing like a caterpillar into something far more

endangered.

untouchable, hard work

stuffing your face.

 become a god over night.

Burning. the skin.

the sun.

born of the cosmos.

destined to die.

life peels away from my dead face.

my dead arms.

my lifeless skin.

becoming dust.

lost with my hair.

beneath the broken windows

on a third floor balcony.

fall is here.

jump it's time.

spring back in fear.

the bloom of my loving roses.

the dropping of beloved knowledge.

a golden stanza sings again

"oh please, return my precious time.oh please my lovely. please this time."

I catch up with the fall.

and splat it's cold and dark.

white powder

 melting away with time.

it's a time of bliss. a time of joy.

to celebrate a little boy. new birth forsaken.

mistakes are made.

by summer all this snow will fade.

into the sky to make new tears.

and cry again.

for the next few years.

Nocturnal Illusions Pt. 2

Slept well with a story 

A tale gone array 

Slept soundly till morning. 

for my end was yet nigh.

in the tale was a vision

of past presents grown cold

or a future insidiously whispered

about the hand fate would hold.

restrained by a jacket 

and shrunken by quacks. 

eyes wide open and vigilant of these doctors

these hacks

these grim reapers with masks

fear creeps from my body. 

the shivers grow old

sin in a mask

is but a man with a soul. 

Death looks sympathetic 

but her eyes glare of hate.

she's had it out for me. 

my apologies to late.

A surgeon whose brow silver aged

an old man. 

prepared for life's very next stage

he gives a keen look of compassion at my weary young eyes

I feel the straps on my arms tightening.

I've since grown quite wise.

quite old in no time at all.

A needle in the hands of my executioner. 

she's knows my fate. she holds it in her hands.

I see a glass and behind it 

loved ones perhaps. 

friends and foes smiling and crying.

laughing and poking fun. 

wonderment.

estrangement  

a mother and a family. 

not my own I do not recognize one of them

 I feel truly loved by them

a cable between us.

a life line of fact.

a memory tarnished 

by betrayals and tact.

I see my three children

uncaring, unjustly.

no watery vision. 

 unfazed and unknowing

AN INJUSTICE

I too could not fathom.

it seemed like a dream 

 no tears came from my eyes.

 though I wanted to cry.

It became quite apparent now

that I was going to die.

 I felt it that,

 that prick! 

he pricked me. 

more then a prick.

 an injection 

no pain just frustration.

sweat from my face

 and blood from my arm slipping down.

 the feeling of death is a horrible one.

 I felt the poison through my veins. 

all around going to my head. 

the most peculiar feeling is that of death.

 it is like when you are expecting something.

 that rush.

 that tinggling you get when you hear something shocking. 

those goosbumps that grow on your skin like a virus . 

death is a rush .

 so passionate the feeling yet so depressing.

 the rush caught up to my head and I awoke. 

was this my death of the death of my past. 

was I a criminal , 

or a victim. 

did I deserve it? 

and for what reasons.? 

did my end justify my means. .