wesmdow
Bluelighter
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- Dec 13, 2004
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dreams
spark;
bright and
brilliant brown.
sleek smooth eyelashes
cover down deeply golden eyes
glimpse my direction; makes my day to see your 'red' lips
smiling and throwing your wild hair back. angels laughter, girl, you are made of dreams.
to touch, to hold you close. to be more than just a friend....
probably a mere hollow wish,
sanguine as it is, its you babe.
your eyes tonight?
bright dreams...
dreams...
please critique this one.
inspirational threesome
hells bells ring
while
angels sing of
what to write;
of what to say--
its all in here;
and out there,
so lets play
on the paper
on the screen
lets each try;
lets make the scene!
no, you cant?
you wont?
what to do then,
where to go?
from here on out,
let someone else
perform the show.
you could do it,
just so you know...
soaring high
on soft white wings
into the blue...
hells bells ring
while
angels sing...
thats what i do.
Butterfly butterFly
my green grey eyes are glazing over,
peering past my pixelled mask
a Butterfly kisses sweet flowers...
beyond glass windows She basks:
gorgeous, spry, and smooth as five leaf clover.
fields *quite* vast seem nil... to ask?
would i try to net this sole Rover?
could She last? is it my task?
Beauty's lie: She needs not a lover!
oh, alas! this drains my flask....
asking why She decides to hover
close surpassing my mask...
i so vie soft wings caress, underneath the covers.
connoisseur
look em in the eyes,
serve your soul.
to the wine connoisseur,
watch him, waiting, wondering...
sound of tastebuds tasting while he
swishes, savors, swallows
unfeigned utterances unloaded
carelessly into his cup.
surface viscosity alone
keeps confidence from cascading
over the gritty ground,
anyone at all can see.
whos watching? those with
brooms and buckets, berating
while i mop my mess
from the frigid floor.
i still stare him down,
for spilling my finest wine.
and mop truth clean, innocent.
has honesty helped?
mostly makes it a mess.
so stay silent, pierre,
your truths burn the tongue.
your lies freeze your soul.
squirming, struggling...chewing air..
wont conjugate; cant understood my speak.
inside was crystaline...but obscured out there....
the prelect of yates, his oral physique...
strangulates words i would casually wear.
tongues of silver... suckle that leak..
the glossy trickle oh so rare
how they do it: hidden technique.
the likes of i, should sure not care,
but kissing metal proves me weak...
my ideations fizzle... dont compare.
as sentences more complete... less bleak.
to tackle words, i might just dare...
TRANQUILITY
some look upon the her with lust,
primal, irrational, and selfish, they act on instinct.
they try to rape her...
O, but the Tranquil Dragon is quick, you see, and clever.
ethereal, elusive... illusory: she'll forever evade capture,
belonging to no man.
few escape the vinegar prison.
none leave unscathed.
logic aside//screw that shit.
i still try. i hunt. search.
i sweat, cry, and bleed.
pursuit of the venery alone,
paints the cold grey world warmer hues.
i catch a glimpse;
her silhouette over the sunset
sublime inspiration.
...but shadows off the corner of the eye
do not satiate--feeding my instinct,
begging: keep searching!
I want her.
...but, can anyone conquer the beast?
a virgins kiss
so soft were her lips
eyes flickering placid light
to touch her graceful hips...
locked lips feel so right.
i fuck up. i trip.
she saves me, holds me tight
even as i see colors slip
away, i cling with all my might.
looking down, eyes dart, dip...
thats when she BITES
throat drenched vile drip
i sit and sip
on beer and write
as if it could fix the rip
tearing my heart tonight.
TEARS OF DESPISE
streaming from the corners of my eye;
gushing. gashing a torrent of lament.
hate. despise. loathing.
a river of plagued blood.
a torrent of abhorrence
ebbs,
flowing twixt the severed.
eroding the "solid" foundation
wound, tear, rupture--
in half? no,
so much deeper. more profound. dominant.
beckoning sparkling eyes and warm smile.
the weight, the burden is much to bear.
knees buckling and brow drenched,
...just one more step. move on.
move ahead, just one more...
...backwards.
each step deeper into oblivion.
tearing the skin, guts and soul;
obstructing the accursed road
with gruesome memories.
alone on the icey highway, walking
against traffic
i ask why?
BLINDED BY THE SUN
giving all thats good.
sit outside, gorging on the glow
bubbling roasting sizzling skin
after shes kissed you. after yall have
"made love"
peeling boils and cancer
are what she doesnt show you
at first.
only after its decided;
when youre wondering
about a prenup.
without her, its cold and ugly.
dead.
with her its so warm...
look her in the eyes, though.
take her by the hand.
spend some in baking, and
be blinded by the sun.
STARS ON THE HIGHWAY
torso spread on the pavement
butter on warm toast
dark angel above
lingering about
relishing the stage
two sparkles yet remain
on the pitch assfault
two stars, flickering
but determined.
hopeless.
legs twitch and
mouth gapes--
pleading for air.
acknowledgement.
a final scream,
schreech, shriek,
gasp, gurgle.
silence.
all is still, again.
My Sunflower
glint, glimmer, gleam
sheeny shiny shell;
the shell of a seed.
so it would seem
at times but a hell
with our veins beg to bleed~
but...
the cold little seed cracks shows a beam
roots twist down, leaves stem up to rebel;
she sees the sun--thats what she needs.
dry spells and wet, near a drying up stream
we fought and we grew and we learned to excel--
we crawled our way up, fought through the weeds,
now...
youre as bright as the sun, so fresh, so clean...
ablaze of orange, i can tell
we'll continue, move up, and succeed!
ciara keith--the most beautiful flower ill ever see,
you are my sunflower, our sunflower-- toghether we'll be.
chest pierced by a flower,
i cremate buds-- to reciprocate;
shrouding myself in stringent smoke.
sauntering through the kitchen stoned;
munchies warrant a thorough search
of the cupboard.
pop-tarts and frosted flakes,
oreoes and lays--i eat only one,
(it can be done) but
the pain makes me nauseous.
i continue foraging...
further up a bold blue lie,
brightly displayed on a yellow bottle.
"pain relief"
burning laughter rings
at this idea;
the whole bottle could relieve my pain....
yet i go hungry again,
because nothing can cure the fucking munchies.
ALONE
so here i sit.
smoking my pot.
riding out the maelstrom,
spinning in my 'own'...
playing, toyfully teasing my set of
instruments of self mutilation;
and pipes
and bongs
and cans
and dirt, grime, filth and dust.
vision swirls, swimming in smoke.
my being is frozen, coated in rust.
sinking slowly, searching for something
thats already broke.
---lines___
lines----
lines---
lines--
kissing each corner\
caressing every seam/
..but
...twisted\bent/battered\torked
to render the bubbling brook of
nature
an icey geometric reality.
lines on the plate.
lines on my face.
drawn on the street.
dug in the sand.
lines.
__ ____________________...
the check out at walmart:
..."line starts back there, buddy"
GREEN LIGHT
pause:
speedy salty grey roads halt, yeild to the dim red glow.
arbitrary--
no one is coming!
no one will!
yet... we wait at the red light,
rubber tires clutching cold, wet blue night...
(when) will she turn green?
(when) will i have to go?
...or will i get to come?
DONT READ THIS!
what the fuck is your problem?
have you no decency?
CLEARLY titled,
yet, you read on anyway.
trespassing.
trespasser!
for shame....
not even worth your time.
i told you not to read it, moron.
The white in my eyes
no one can confirm
or deny
the white in this eye--
so many have come to try...
but apparantly, eyes DO lie...
gaze in them now, am i high?
...fuck you for checking.
a virgin kiss
odor encroaches upon the view--
fragrant, mephitic.
a faint, aromatic glow,
fingers shrivelled and rank...
beckoning...
The nasals are overwhelmed
with a deafening fulmination of urge!
vociferous, insidious, foul.
ringing phone
answer?
the voice is sweet...
succulent, zesty temptation
melting down.. closer...
nectareous lips poised--
kiss?
with galling piquancy,
sultry caress so encompassing--
not so bad, inside the fire.
comfortable, numb, hot.
lips are locked...
onerous on the way but...
dazzling, gleaming, lustrous--
shimmering through the fingertips
who would ever leave the furnace?
but.. the blue cool sneaks in, slowly at first...
it is too bad a kiss cannot last forever.
BOTTLES!
...so many bottles
lining the desk.
and they wont leave-
i sniffle and i hustle
to throw away--
to clean/up
but, that just means more--
more bottles, more.
yay!
bottles.
Rage~
It is not a lone drop of rain,
But rather the entire flood.
All encompassing, rushing
Over every surface, soaking it—
Drowning it.
It is not a solitary beast—
But rather a stampede,
A torrent of emotion, charging blindly
Ahead across the plains—
Smashing the grass down flat.
Rage is not a single bee,
But rather a swarm.
Irrational and angry, indiscriminately
Attacking anyone who crosses it—
Stinging them with venom.
THE PROCESS
It begins its life an atom.
At first its far too small to see.
Its hidden here, in this place—
A place that they all want to be.
Laid down on glossy paper
Or built up of orange clay,
It is manifested in this spot—
Born in this superficial way.
To observe the work, to find it’s flaws,
To find where it is weak—
It’s a cat without his claws, now,
A bird without his beak.
Unsatisfied and empty,
It dies it’s death alone.
Broken and abandoned
Like a king without his throne.
and thats all ive written in the last i dunno... while. im gonna post new poems in here from now on. feel free to delete the others ive made or w/e
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