In honor of last week and Valentine’s Day, everyone deserves something a little sweet. Thanks for reading.
A Box of Candy and Chocolate
Blow me
A Kiss
Sweet tender lips
A passion fueled fantasy
So real
The pause
And effect
Your hearts love reflects
As words whispered tremble
Inside
Behold
Eyes undress
With each endless caress
As you rest your cheeks
Firmly on mine
In time
Not enough
From gentle to rough
I’ll take all that you are
Saint Valentine
The above image was taken by my friend Carl, go check out his blog when you get a chance. Most of his images tend to inspire me in some form or another. There’s something about this image that evokes a deep sadness and a longing for the inevitable. When I first saw the image I sat and stared at it for a few minutes and then the title Existence Retrograde came to mind. The below poem is the final product, I built off of the title and worked through each stanza. I have a feeling I’m not done with this image yet but I thought I would share what I have so far. Thanks for reading.
Existence Retrograde
Behold
Be still
The man, His will
A life lived down trodden
Reality
It seems
Lost its nuclear dream
Gone and soon forgotten
With time
Its past
The die’s been cast
Free will an orbital phase
Empirical,
A Sage,
How the fortunate fade
An Existence Retrograde
There’s nothing more awe-inspiring than the beauty of nature. Let’s celebrate Hump Day with the Moon, the Sunrise and the Ocean. Thanks for reading.
La Luna Beso La Salida Del Sol (The Moon Kissed the Sunrise)
Hold, be still
The quiet night sighs
As the Moon
Shines her light
The tide rolls high
Kissing the naked shore
Exposed
Bathed in hopes forever more
Submerged in emotion
Elation barely contained
The tears float together
As Her heart whispers His name
Hold, be still
Dawn seeps in
Her love a familiar warmth
As Our day begins
During my initial Two For Tuesdays post I stated that this entry would be a bi-weekly post, well, surprise I feel like writing today so here it goes. Today’s two poems will be about the same topic and I won’t offer an in-depth explanation other than; no matter what we face in life we’re never alone, with love there’s hope and with hope anything is possible. I really like today’s entries for various reasons and I hope you enjoy them as well. Thanks for reading.
1.)
Robert’s Frost
I ran my fingers
Through the night
Its darkness a home
Most are unaccustomed
In its silence
I’ve sobbed longingly
Looking for answers
I already know
With morning near
I must expire
To drift into
Hibernation
Blissful dreams
Escape me
I awake to the nightmare
I’m loved unconditionally
2.)
Irradiated Dream
This isn’t the first time,
Nor will it be the last
I’ll sleep the endless sleep
After I fast
They say I’ll be fixed
They’ll say I’ll feel brand new
But when I awake
I’ll still tend to these wounds
I’ll be a little brighter
Through experience and pain
And when judgment comes
He’ll greet me by my name
Good morning! With the weather being cold and comfy and the rain falling outside I thought it would be appropriate to share three pieces of writing this morning. Winter Wonderland was written in two parts; the first being the main focus while the second part came to me a few days later. I think they stand together best but I believe they can stand alone as well. Winter Solstice is a continuation of the theme/setting in Winter Wonderland. And I’ll end with Drowning. Initially I didn’t have a title for this poem, I sent it to some friends and asked for help. Drowning seemed appropriate and I liked it so I used it. I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.
Winter Wonderland
In the quiet
Of the night
Behold
Loves true sight
The winds of winter
Chilled within
Time is frozen
In this sin
We fell into
Eternity
An endless sea
Of me in you, you in me
And snowflakes dance
Along
Within the zephyrs song
Their icy kiss
Evaporates
As the touch of soulful mates
Intertwine
A passionate storm
Burning bright a fire born
With the rhythm
Their hearts beat for beat
The snowflakes kiss lands on cheek
Winter Solstice
A winter morning
Cool and crisp
Darkness a welcome comfort
A yawn, a stretch
Through rustling sheets
I watch my breath float away
Silence hangs
Like mistletoe
As I watch the future sleep
The morning stirs
As dawn awakes
With smiling eyes
Her light seeps in
I’m whole
As I watch the sun rise
Drowning
I trace the lines
Across your face
As memories start to billow
The truth exposed
Elegant
Like the weeping willow
Hearts beat
Rhythmic
A couple that are single
Dive in deep
And hold our breath
‘Til our bodies tingle
With January 20, 2017 being the day the new President of the United States of America is sworn into office I thought it would be a good idea to pull this six year old prose out of the closet. Six years ago my friends and I challenged each other with a writing prompt, we came up with ‘The American Dream’ as the prompt. At the time I was deeply engrossed in Stephen King’s The Dark Tower Series. Stephen King has been known to have a scary imagination but it’s great as that imagination helped create a wonderful beautifully frightening world in The Dark Tower Series. That world and some creatures in that world helped inspire the world I created in the prose below. I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.
The American Dream
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
The sounding wall of advertisements
Smacks you in the face
The sudden urge to purchase the new “miracle” drug overwhelms you,
You’re the embodiment of American Health
Stumbling through the bathroom
You give yourself the once over in the mirror
You smile
(Twinkle; your gums sparkle through your sleepy eyes)
You bathe in the sink/bathtub of your 400 sq. ft. apartment
Overlooking the Nuclear State Park
One winged birds fly around in circles
As the sun, what’s left of it since The Draining Mechanic of 2158 rendered it almost obsolete, rises
You comb your strand of hair
Wax your gums
Eat your ration for the day
And kiss your wife and dog goodbye
(Every male is assigned a wife once he hits puberty and a dog once he becomes a man)
You teleport to your office (which is a city block away from your apartment)
Check in with your Pit Boss
Fill out your time card; in triplicate
And start your 12 hour day
Every 30 minutes an announcement is heard over the loud-speaker
Every 45 minutes a meeting is held to discuss productivity
Every hour a 2 minute break is allowed to check in with your Pit Boss
Every 2.5 hours you’re allowed to dispose of waste
Every 6 hours you’re allowed 15 minutes of relaxation in one of two forms; 1) Government propaganda or 2) Purchasing the newest invention that is guaranteed to make your life better, safer, happier and longer
Every 12 hours you’re allowed to go home with the next days ration
You teleport home
Look out the window at the glowing park
Pet your dog
Take your ‘miracle drug’
Make unemotional love to your wife
Kiss her goodnight
Then plug into your nightly Monkey program that discusses the health of the government
Giving you reassurance that no matter what you do it’s too late
You’re Fucked!
This week I started posting written works to Fictional Tendencies. While my previous posts tended to lean toward darker subject matter; fear, death and suicide, today’s post offers a lighter subject, the subject of love. Even though I’m sure love can and has involved fear, death and suicide, today the following story touches on a love that’s written in the stars. Some time ago I had the idea of two stars dancing in the infancy of the universe and I knew I wanted to write a ‘love story’ of sorts, but the complete idea didn’t pop into my skull until I read Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman: Overture. Something about the story and artwork struck me and so the follow story is inspired by Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, space, the universe, stars and love. I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading.
The Fall of Astrid and Eos
“Shh! Quiet little one. You’ll wake them.” A voice echoed across the vast expanse of space as a young starling raced across the velvet night. As stars slept the young starling danced with the universe. Bouncing, twirling, spinning and leaping off and over the sleeping stars. The starling’s dust flickers and sparkles forming nebulas in her wake. She giggles and laughs, such a playful laugh.
“Shh! Quiet little one. You’ll wake them.” The voice echoes again and the starling ignores its motherly tones. “Space is too dark to dance child, you need light.” The motherly voice continues and the starling ignores it. She laughs and plays through the void sprinkling her glitter here and there. The starling leaps and twirls but when she lands she trips over a sleeping star. She’s falling yet still laughing through her fear.
“I told you little one, space is too dark to dance.” The motherly voice resigns. The sleeping star stirs as he opens his eyes he sees the starling falling. Her trail of dust a kaleidoscopic dream. At first he’s afraid but then he realizes she needs his light. She needs him to dance with her. To fall with her. He tries to jump. He tries to fall. It’s too difficult to move as a little star. He’s focuses all of his energy and in doing so bursts forth a great burning light. The light of the sun.
The starling’s fear is getting the best of her she doesn’t know what to do. Her dust a rainbow in the night. Her tears a galaxy of hope. What’s this? The darkness of space is fading. A light warms her heart. She twirls to look towards the light and as she twirls the little sun reaches her and looks into her crying eyes. “I’ll dance with you starling. I’ll be your light in the dark. I’ll dance with you my darling. I’ll dance with you in the dark.” And the stars continue to fall across the universe and through time. They continue to fall deeper and deeper into space, into each other.
Wordsmith-Author Unknown
If only I could drink words
The way I used to.
This whiskey feeds a forest
Of stubble,
Ungracefully casting shadows
Of the lesser man I’ve become.
A fresh shave won’t do,
A sharp blade’s the answer.
Too gruesome? Maybe.
Poetic? Beautifully so.
Thirsty for the truth,
This cancer.
Why aren’t you at the bottle of the bottom?
Pour me another.
It must be there.
This reflection is laughing at me.
Fuck you!
Staggering naked and shriveling.
Glory to God!
Whiskey the only warmth better than a woman’s love.
Ugh! This steel is cold.
Bartender, another shot.
That one went straight to my head.
Since when is whiskey red?
Numb and cold.
Not to waste a drop,
The whiskey’s charcoal warmth
Adds a nice tang
To my blood.
Look grey matter,
My mind’s escaped me.
If you’re still with me, thank you. The above piece, while not the most pleasant, was written back in July 2016 from the perspective of a man that lost it all. The inspiration behind writing this was taken from a conversation I was having with a friend, we were concerned about a person we both know. This person had sort of fallen off the face of the earth while they addressed their life. As of this date this person is fine and doing well, so no need for worry. Inspiration also came from as a selfish reason; I was pissed that this person stopped writing, their writing was inspiring, better than mine and I just altogether enjoyed it. I was also angry, once again, my perspective is biased in my favor. Hopefully this person will write again soon so I can digest the work and try to become better.
Life is rough and sometimes we’re not given the appropriate tools to handle it. Sometimes we think we’re alone and unfortunately sometimes we are alone. If you’re ever in that head space please don’t hesitate to reach out here or call 1-800-273-8255.
I didn’t mean for this to come across as such a heavy topic but I thought it would be best to clarify inspiration and also address an all too common occurrence in our society. Again, thank you for reading and see you soon.
Today I start working toward my goal of sharing new poems with what I hope to be a bi-weekly post, Two For Tuesdays. For today’s writing prompt I gave myself the topic of ‘fear’. In the two poems you’ll find two completely different poems that tackle ‘fear’ as a topic. I hope you enjoy.
Mama
You brought forth this life
Such a strong
Vibrant woman
Unconditional love
Given every moment
Time passed on
With memories shared
And stories created
The heart of a Mother
Can never be faded
Times passes still
Both wiser
And older
Darkness creeps in
Your memory grows colder
The day of your judgment
Not a glint in your eye
Or a spark in your smile
We say “Goodbye!”
You don’t recognize your child.
I’ll miss you.
And now for the second in Two For Tuesdays.
Osiris’s Benevolence
From sweet kiss
To cold caress
This life a gift
It’s presence is death
Into the unknown
This darkness is bleak
Two lovers wander
Their hearts skipped beats
Ashes to ashes
’til death do us part
I’ll love you forever
You’ve broken my heart
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