A New Love

A new love falls before my eyes,
It speaks in voices infinite –
I loved someone at home, I thought,
But opportunities appear and go,
They careen and grow and breath unnaturally
A voice for someone lost at sea,
A voice given to those long dead,
A voice of academia,
A whisper through the corridors,
A shout of all injustices,
A voice that could resonate through and with one’s own.
Take some time, I hear the voices plead,
Please take the dust, the knowledges,
All remembrances.
Please take the good, the bad, and what remains,
Some libraries can never be replaced,
But others are not limited in scope
Or possibilities of growth.


Topic: New Love
Date: August 31

Caught In The Web Again

As
our
worlds grow
our friends shrink
hands don’t reach as far
we lose the ones we love for what?

And
I
feel that
it can begin
again each time we give
our lives not to each other yet nowhere.

Don’t
lose
yourself again.


Topic: The Internet
Date: August 30

The Fifties

Some sixty years have passed since I was born,
If I was born when both my parents were:
One week after the trumpet of the horn
A fellow celebration could be heard
As, prefigured in shape and form, I grew.
Some sixty years have passed since I appeared,
As I acknowledge both my parents too
Were children as their own parents premiered.

Topic: The Fifties
Date: August 29

She, Before My Eyes

A strange sun rose above the land
A strange old sunrose
A flower blossomed as it grew
A tower fell while mountains chose
To stretch beyond their boundaries.

Topic: A Flower Blossoming
Date: August 28

In Good Health

How lightly must a scalpel dance
Over the tightrope of a heart
Swinging a life beneath the chance
A breath could leave a fatal mark

Hiding the calm within his eye
On gliding hands his gloves quiver
Sliding their patience underside
A life to save, life to deliver.

Topic: HOSA
Date: August 27

Dirty Bathroom

No dirty bathroom could convey
The sadness of a filthy heart,
The lack of will to cleanse and start
An unclean, bleak and lonely day.

Topic: A Dirty Bathroom
Date: August 26

The Ink That Bled

The ink that bled that day was thrice inflamed,
Once, when it left the cradle of its pen
And ran to form the letters now unclaimed,
Twice, as a heart grew close to bursting when
The thirst for contact scarcely could control
A potent perspiration that arose
In gasps as each drop dribbles in its role
To run and ruin feelings felt by those
Who never would reach to reciprocate --
And Thrice, as Fate spun slowly on her wheel
With nothing left to say she made them wait
'Til someone taught the both the ways to feel.
She held an emptiness, an empty stare:
A letter never written, never there.

Topic: Trying To Talk To a New Person
Date: August 25

Harmonize

I wish to harmonize with you.
I was surprised to hear your voice,
But not at what was beautiful:
It was, perhaps, that what I heard
Evolved before my eyes
Like planets revolving into
Their beauties and my heart again.

August 20

I Folded A Haiku For You

I folded a haiku for you
Into an origami bird.
This is not it.

August

Being Sweaty

With humid heat
in lurid sheets
--Pure terror
From human error.

Topic: Being Sweaty
Date: August 24

Waiting For Some Phantasmal Accident

Atop a tower on a heathen hill
A maudlin mistress from her windowsill
Was watering a garden's hungry maw,
And spying me, did not try to withdraw
Instead she read my withering facade
And called me hither from the sward of sod
I stood upon. My burnished cross held close,
I shuffled near to hear what she proposed
Beneath her lip out of the drizzling bleak,
Willing myself a taste of how she'd speak:
Yet as she threw that speech towards the ground
Some breach between our worlds obscured the sound,
I found myself counting the days I'd spent
Waiting for some phantasmal accident
And turning from my dreams with a disgust
I left her there alone to share her dust
With other souls who miss more than they must.

Topic: Yelling Obscured Things Out A Window
Date: August 23

Experiment

Tasteread
Still quite conventional
an unfamiliar breed unbroken still

Tasteread my words, and,

Consuming my contentions
Think

Topic: Experimenting
Date: August 21

These Glowing Words

These glowing words
The yawning snowbird shakes upon
The waking tree and then is drawn
Not down or up but all around
And whispering to ecstasy,
She disappears within the spectacle.

Topic: Being Hypnotized
Date: August 22

My Best Companions

The orbits of my best companions bend
With touches of their ladies' gravity,
Whether fair weather or obscurity,
I'll not be guaranteed to see a friend
And won't suppose those throes would slow, suspend,
Or otherwise distend to visit me,
And traveling my own trajectory,
There's nothing curious about these trends.
Of course, there must exist a nucleus,
Or, caught in some incontinental drift,
Still swelling, an intolerable rift
Would soon extend into a loneliness.
This anchor pulls upon me less and less:
My circle has experienced a shift.

Topic: Circle of Friends
Date: August 20

True Love Had Flickered

True love had flickered in some abstract shape
Across the Southwest sands, and predator
Or prey within the nighttime's shades escaped
To fight a worthier competitor.
Upon the back seat of a rented car,
An illness struck my mind and soon assured
My immaturity of sight was marred
Still further by the punishment endured.
No cure! My ailment, though somehow subdued,
For now remains dormant inside my veins,
Fermenting with the pain it has accrued.
Were I once more to find that night and strain
My eyes to see a goddess in my gaze
I doubt my heart would fail to set ablaze.

Topic: True Love
Date: August 19

The Collar

The collar of my self vocation wraps
Around my neck, both crisp and snug,
But I would fain retain the pull and tug
And risk the starch and staunch hint of a trap

If superior rewards are in my sight;
Were I to wear my clothing loose and thieved
By dwarfish hands and not achieved
With selfempowered means I'd not delight

So much in what I surely grow to be
As I stretch towards my self made destiny.

August 26

Collage

The frame of my uncovered bed
Put scrapes upon my knees;
The falling of my basement walls
Injured above my eyes.

Although I didn't need or read it,
I stole a book from you,
When nothing was but memories
That book alone carried your hue.

The ache of something summer took
As August dried the grass
Would soon remind me of the ways
I'd let a lifetime pass.

The way some mornings made me feel
As light was true and pure;
The depths of some diurnal night,
Eternally disturbed.

I hang a collage upon my room
To listen to what's sung
Before and let the patterns show
Me what's to come.

Topic: College
Date: August 18

Traveling

The movement of your feet
Could change the rhythm of
My heart from anywhere.

Topic: Traveling
Date: August 17

As One

The vigorous vitality of hearts
Pumping for some ultimate cause:
Without an opportunity to think or pause
With every body as one part
Of some exalted, sweet success
That's vaulted for the laurels we possess.

Topic: Sports
Date: August 16

Family

We view our family as distinct
Yet still the universal analogues remain:

Observe the fertile ferns of any grove
Or sea foam rising in some fecund form
As in the desert sands or mountain peaks
A mother and a father raise
Their sunburnt cheeks and kiss
The child that we all become

Topic: Family
Date: August 15