Daily Grind

I sit trying to write
Words forcing me to look into the light
Ripping at this ol’ spider’s web
I sit banging my head

I stand pacing the oak
Agitation driving me to breathe smoke
Clawing at tufts of burnt hair
I stand kicking my chair

I run needing to escape
Desperation beginning to take shape
Gasping for lungs of blue skies
I run chafing my thighs

I trip hitting the dirt
Sorrow hiding under my salty smirk
Tearing the skin of grazed knees
I trip begging ‘please’

I stare gazing at clouds
Melancholy easing with the world sounds
Plucking the leaf of an Irish clover
I stare eating this hangover

I weep seeking any release
Anguish striving to capture illusive peace
Scratching anew scars of old
I weep gripping my soul

I sleep falling into dreams
Remorse marking once ambitious themes
Chasing beyond days to cope
I sleep grasping for hope

Sweet Darling

Oh sweet darling, I am so very sorry.

I did not know what it was I should be saying.

Please don’t punish me…

I cannot imagine one day without your…

fucking diabolical demands desiccating my deft distinction,

fucking pansy-ass pathetic need to be painstakingly popular,

fucking show-boating, controlling, disparaging,

sorry excuse of a suitor.

Oh sweet darling, I just did not realize.

I did not know the place I was to be always standing.

Please don’t leave me…

I cannot imagine one minute without your…

fucking simplistic psycho-study staining my spirit’s style,

fucking chastising chagrin changing this champion’s charges,

fucking hypocritical, reproachful, judgmental,

lame disguise of a lover.

Oh sweet darling, I meant no disrespect.

I did not know the role I must never stop playing.

Please don’t forsake me…

I cannot imagine one second without your…

fucking ridiculous requests rupturing my resilient resolve,

fucking sanctimonious superiority stifling my sweet solitary,

fucking monotonous, callous, presumptuous,

wretched masquerade of a partner.

Genie

Jeweled, golden crusted cask
Carries a copious collection
Whims and wishes
Prayers and pleasures

Yet for you
I humbly request
A world of this

Solace, silence, and solitude
Substance, strength, and sustenance
Security, shade, and sanctuary
Solemnity, sentiment, and sympathy
Spontaneity, success, and scarcity
Symmetry, splendor, and serenity

For me

A still and sated state

Bright Fame (Part 2)

Frivolous fools
Of this perilous nectar
Partake
From feint fountain, spectre

Haunted hollows
Belie a conscious radiancy
Lament
Forsaken, oh lunacy

Restless sleep
Listless liveliness
Amingle
Coo to him, harness

Wisps of a wild wind
Wage weepy whispers mute
Awaft
By the frenzied fervor pursuit

A sundry of divergence
This once inveigling Erato
Morphed
Melancholy Melpomene, ah amato

Storm sodden lashes
Shy swollen lips
Displaced
By hopeless hunger’s eclipse

With disenchanted whimper
Embankment bound of clutched fingers
Adrift
Blistered, as acquiescence lingers

Amid the breadth of the cosmos
A quiet warmth, beyond impugn
Envelop
Awaits a fortuitous fortune

Millennia amany
The gods’ impish irony
Malign
Against this foregone harmony

Bright Fame (Part 1)

Empty, aching bellies
Caused to twist and trembler
Echo
Of a distant, rolling thunder

Once lush lands
Fallow, burnt, and brown
Lay
Below an English sun’s scowl

Blind eyes, cauterized cores
Before an unsated thirst
Bow
Toward a misplaced idolatry, cursed

Wandering, meandering, roaming, strolling
Within an infinite sea of abundance
Awash
By barren incognizance

Solaced silence forsaken
By the beauty beguiling
Sway
Of elevated distinction, wiling

Warped, tinted glass
A Romanesque Janus
Cast
Opposing thresholds, treacherous

Drawn deep into dark waters
By the cavernous, schismatic heart
Bruised
His fanciful muse, yet to impart