Thursday, June 10, 2010

Lullaby: Under the Influence

i think i wrote this in 90 seconds. the red wine told me i could write a poem quickly and post it without editing it. if u don't like it, blame it on the alcohol. if you love it, share the link or drop me a comment or tweet me...or something.


having marinated in his love
for decades
he's finally saturated my soul
and i feel him in my skin

he oozes out of me
as drowsiness seizes me
and i soak in pools of his essence
that color my dreams
with heart-scented waves

and thus
he rocks me to sleep
on a sea of serenity

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Writer's Anthem

One day, I sat down with a notebook and ink pen on my lunch break, feeling like I needed to write something. But I didn't know where to start. I didn't have anything particular to say.

So I asked myself, "Why do you write at all?" This poem was my answer. I wonder if other writers will read this and find themselves in any of it. As always, I welcome your feedback!

Writer's Anthem (with this pen)

with this pen

I’m equipped to flip the script

I craft astute quips

and crack literary whips

to make words fall in line

with this pen

I can travel through time

and correct narcissistic histories

shining light on truths once enshrouded in mysteries

with this pen

I break rules and amend statutes

redistributing the loot of the educated few to the masses

with this pen

I appropriately label jackasses

and call them out on their classless pursuit

of plain old bullshit dressed in a fancy suit

with this pen

I settle disputes and increase the peace

pealing away conflict to expose the serenity underneath

with this pen

I declare war

as I journal I murder every force

that undermines every cause that I stand for

with this pen

I’m engaging the enemy

staging battles on pages

and channeling fits of rage

into powerful displays of the purest way

that I know how to fight

With this pen

I plan to discover the limits of my might

as I write percussive campaigns

against treasonous refrains

that try to claim victory

over my sanity

with this pen

and its unlimited supply of ink

every phrase that I think

brings me closer to the brink of solution

and becomes proof of my evolution

into my position as the divinely appointed opposition

against pointless, hurtful traditions

and maliciously imposed contradictions

that if left unchecked would stifle the ambitions

of the hearts of humanity,


with this pen

I can’t forget to check my own vanity

I own all my flaws with honesty and attitude

reminding myself to consciously walk in gratitude

with this pen

I empty my head of thoughts broken

cloven and worn thin by daily carcinogens

fulfilling cycles where first I sin then am forgiven

With this pen

I write freely ‘til my soul lies barren

begging like blank pages to be filled time and again

I write

because with this pen

I win

Monday, December 28, 2009

Love Is Beauty (4/30)

Here's a fresh one. It's a love poem. (Yeah, I'm back on that...apparently.)
The first line comes from Whitney Houston's old song "All the Man That I Need," which was stuck in my head all morning. The rest is all mine.
Beautiful Love (4/30)

he fills me up.

heart's cup overflows
with peace
even as love grows
and I release myself
to surrender to his heat.
each time we meet
life's force is restored
rekindled by a passion
that cannot be ignored
but instead begs to be explored
begs to be discovered
begs to be voiced in conversation among lovers,

uncovered and revealed
it appeals to my finer sense.
it feels gooey and dense.
it coats my thoughts in layers
and presents itself as answer to my prayers.


proactive and adaptive.
bending and transcending.
upending my preconceived notions.
trading in what i thought it oughtta be
and upgrading to what it's gotta be.

put simply: love is beauty.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Hiatus (3/30)

No, I'm not where I'm supposed to be, but I haven't given up either! 30 poems in 30 any means! (Thanks for reading...hold me accountable!)

I started this poem a few weeks ago but just finished it. I gave it a title after writing only a few lines, which is very unusual for me. Of course, the poem morphed and kinda changed direction as I continued writing, but I think the title fits even better a cryptic sorta way. And for the record, I love sprinkling my poems with crypticisms. As always, look forward to your thoughts and comments.

Hiatus (3/30)

rhyming words placed
in rhythmic cadences
and sentences
is the single way
she repents for the offence
of remaining silent
in the midst of such violent passions
and feelings
and urges
and surges
she words her apology with care
and sets her pathology to lay bare
there within her phrases
she makes rhetoric and record of all her ways

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Imperfection: A Senryu

Yeah, I know I got some catching up to do. Here we go...
Imperfection: A Senryu (2/30)
No apologies
for flaws or imperfections.
such is life. i live.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Float (1/30)

Today begins the 30 in 30 challenge...30 poems in as many days. No rules. Just words. I hope you stick with me along the journey. Here we go...

___FLOAT (1/30)___

wild is the wind that carries my wings
no wonder my soul sings
and echoes off the sand
no wonder i haven't found a place to land

I drift along blissful currents
as i fervently savor the whimsical waves
that seem to behave even as they disobey
they push me away yet they beg me to stay

and I can't seem to resist the urge to float
these urges might otherwise be caught in my throat
but instead I release them into the atmosphere
they fade away but I can always find them here


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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

My Kind of Love

I started writing this poem a long time ago. I wasn't in a relationship at the time, but I was trying to get there. So, I was doing some soul searching and asked myself why he (or any man) would wanna be with me. What do I have to offer? This poem is an attempt at answering that question.

Of course I forgot all about this poem until I recently stumbled across it again. I made a few revisions and decided to post it. I look forward to your thoughts on this one...

My Kind of Love

you've never had love like mine

it might sound like an exaggeration, but it's the truth
i've been grooming my love for you since the beginning of my youth
and i've perfected the art of touching your heart
so now i'm ready to be a part of you

now i'm ready to show you what i've learned
i'm ready to demonstrate the extent to which i've yearned
for the chance to bless you

to rub your feet and caress your soul
while simultaneously stroking your ego,
grasping you so thoroughly you'll never want to let me go
'cause baby, i know...
you've never had love like mine

you've never had a woman anticipate your needs
submit to your manhood
and fulfill you mentally
and I know...
because you've never had me

have you ever felt secure enough to reveal your softer side?
have you ever had a partner that increases your sense of pride?
has a woman ever made you feel taller just by standing by your side?
I can do all of this and make your longing subside

i have the ability to address the king in you
simply because when i look at you i see every good thing in you
i'm determined to discover your heart's desire and bring it to you
and when i find the right words, i won't just speak
i'll sing them to you

i'll show you more than romance
I'll make my love dance for you
just name your pleasure
it's never too much when my love is the measure

i'll do everything a woman can
to make you feel like a man
because that's the kind of lover that i am

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