sun...set

As the sun sets
and the heat fades
do I drift off
slowly to my grave
and mourn
no arms to hold me
in comfort as I sleep,
no voice to soothe
me soft and wamly
as I weep?

Or face the cold
and dream
of new days dawning
when again I rise
and new eves when
we will meet again.

I
newness

Soft sounds sooth the soul
as I sit in soft soliloquy
mulling over days of old
pouring like molasses

and I sigh
deep
emphatic

lookabout
at the newness.

Some things I can’t recall,
reckon or reconcile; feelings
reasonings, rightness and
too oft his anger, my sadness.

I reach deep grasping…nothing,
the white space feeding well
hollowing out stagnations,
making room for soft smiles

cool curves
ink, steel
and sparklys.

II
All I have are bits and barnacles
of old journals and evocative musings
to tell me who I was once and mayhap
soft smiles of hard things gotten past.

III
I had just settled into
the shoulds of staying,
listing out the whys of
what needs be done

when one
reminiscent of the sun…
come and stole my logic.

remember...

no filters

here.

I
I write from days past:
words written in haste
from slit veins and a
tongue tripping, slipping
on the meat of my split
heart lying about;
words that became
thoughts just now coming
into clean lines and clarity
of a life with no place
for anger or avarice.

II
Acknowledge
express/emote
write/heal

III
As I lay in swirls
of midnight slumber
I thought of
wordswithoutspaces
and the forming of
the white space these
few years past and
how it’s becoming
less and fewer.

Purring perhaps
I am unbecoming
as I stretch
long and lean
into a full soft
woman of concrete,
heat, and wanderlust.

IV
As I reach close
to the being past
and over halfway
to forty, a calming
stillness settles
sweetly into
hard-earned wonder
and self-actualizations;
the fierceness of
being alive, of being me.

day walker

She moves through the hours
daywalking, sight unseeing while
tripping lightly from her tongue,
after silent stillness as she listens
and gives from her very being,
solace and the logic of emotion.

Saving none to herself, heart
lost in trepidation, as she stiffens.

limbo

“Where are we”
striking cords of
what do I want
and whom
And then…
why to myself
do I cling
in the shell
yet push away
as if in hell.

And the ex
he says don't
retreat again
as if ever
he saw me.

II
What if someone gets
so close yet not near
enough and I feel I
cannot express myself
freely to the world?
Peach cannot be denied
she’s out to touch the hiney
of the distraught
unfeeling masses.

throw down

Karma and kismet
can kiss my ass.
I’m tired,
beat sore and weary.
Who’s the one decided
I could handle
this shit anyway.

teddy bear

As I lay in twilight hours
just resting my head
in the haze after crying
I snuggled close and thought
you my love
will never come a dying.

Feisty Boy Elektra Two d. December 3rd, 2005