You sit now
                        stranded,
moored to nothing,
          going nowhere,
your bilges dry,
your engines shut
down
and
         up
inside the salt-rusted
skin, pocked with rot,
where once you
sliced across
the water's top,
a vessel full
of
life,
bow and stern,
prop and anchor,
never
           ever
in your mindless
dreams believing
you would stop,
and
        no one
would even care-
no sailors,
no cargo,
no sunrises,
sunsets,
waves and beasts of the
                                               deep
to sound their fare-thee-wells,
no more those chimed
                 8 bells,
you,
now stopped,
docked
and
        alas,
forgot.
_
Derelict:
http://beautyineverything.com/5096209757

"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me,
than a full frontal lobotomy,"
or so the saying goes,
as for me, myself and I, my friend,
I'd take both to soothe my woes!
__
Jack, the liquid lobotomist:
http://beautyineverything.com/5060607209

all i have left are brief, fleeting fantasies.

i see things i wish i could touch, and touch nothing that i see.

it makes no sense, none at all i know, as it's now all in vain.

i must learn to give myself up, i must give into the pain.

tears are trying to fall, yet the lions of rage stifle the flow.

i know i am going nowhere with nowhere going to go.

here's me taking a stroll now into that land of makingitallup.

this is my last less than a mile to go, falling down, falling up.

this is the invisible me who can no longer be seen or give talk.

this is me you don't see on the bymyself walk.

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brief fantasy:
http://beautyineverything.com/5089079591

this is where i sit like stone,
knowing soon it shall be over,
all balled up and all alone,
wreathed in sickly crimson clover;
in a corner cold and stark,
where the pressure chokes my chest,
my mind's eye fizzles into dark,
i cannot eat nor find sweet rest.

i no longer see the pathways,
where i have strolled past fields of pain,
cloaked in shadowed sunless days,
walking weary in the chilling rains;
of torrid teardrops that always fail to fall,
stuck inside behind my bloodshot eyes,
between sight and dreams i scarce recall,
haunted by the sounds of ghostly cries.

i no longer feel the passions,
i had once did cling,
for there no longer comes a need to rise,
or open my mouth to sing.
__

I sit:
http://beautyineverything.com/175543419

Misplaced in the listless silence of centuries
My heart cried out for thee
While the sun burned down, I sought out mysteries
Within the crashing waves
Of seas

Wave upon wave seemed amazingly lovely
Yet I did not feel your presence shine
As I watched each one rolling, I still cried for thee
Somehow knowing, each wave
Was not mine

I sighed into the listless silence where I remained
Misplaced for countless centuries
Growing weary of watching waves in vain
However my heart still
Cried out for thee

I looked up into the burning sun about to end my quest
Felt his glorious rays ignite my soul
My heart cried out in distress at all this listlessness
So tired of searching
For a wave to make me whole

Wide and wider still, my eyes began to open
As those rays burned into me
My quest ending in a blissful absorption
What I had sought all along
I could see

Chase the gloom that conceals my soul away
Those bits of mist that net my moon
So I will not hear their steps by my door each day
Singing me refrains
From their lonesome tune

Take me from the boundaries of day and night
So my pain will pass on to bliss
Lift the veil covering my soft moonlight
Sweetly chase my gloom away
With your kiss

Help me to see these pictures in my mind
Where I loved before as I do now
To remember logic is impossible in love to find
Only breaking the heart
Which continues asking how

Come pour your refreshing dew upon my brow
Sing refrains of music from your soul
Shield me from that which my gloom endows
Quiet this darkness deep inside  
Release me
From its hold

Chase the gloom that conceals my soul away
Free the light of my precious moon
Remove those boundaries of night and day
With the bliss of your kisses sweet refrain
Yesterday
Would not be too soon

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

What makes a poem a poem?
Why do rhyming words in a certain fashion have such a great effect?
Is it my expression?
Your fascination?
Or is there no explanation
Why do the few descriptive words set the scene of tranquility and beauty?
Serenity
Amenity
is my identity
How is it that the rhythm gets you going just the right way
Setting the beat
Beating the heat
because no matter what i just can't be beat
But sometimes isn't poetry more of your feelings?
I'm not striving for the perfect line
Frankly i don't care i just want you to be mine
Oh (insert lover's name here) you are just divine
So here I am with my pen and paper trying to impress the world
But poetry should have more of a meaning
it should come out of your heart
but my heart doesn't have much in it, it has quite a bit of room
so brb ttyl bada bing bada boom

ummm, that's the poem.
what it says.

birds on barbed wire,
watching over me,
lodged in a private
penitentiary.

birds on barbed wire,
not a chirp or peep they make,
they just perch between the barbs,
watch, waiting, wait, watching me
shiver in silence, violence shake.

birds on barbed wire,
will neither spread wings,
or take flight,
these wire-bound birds
will not
leave me out of their sight;

-nor will any such
birds on barbed wire
call out or make cry,
these birds on the wire
are here to wait and watch me
just die.
___

birds, barbed wire:
http://beautyineverything.com/5082513864

We mourn the loss of our little pet,
And sigh o'er her hapless fate,
For never more by the fire she'll sit,
Nor play by the old green gate.

The little grave where her infant sleeps
Is 'neath the chestnut tree.
But o'er her grave we may not weep,
We know not where it may be.

Her empty bed, her idle ball,
Will never see her more;
No gentle tap, no loving purr
Is heard at the parlor door.

Another cat comes after her mice,
A cat with a ***** face,
But she does not hunt as our darling did,
Nor play with her airy grace.

Her stealthy paws tread the very hall
Where Snowball used to play,
But she only spits at the dogs our pet
So gallantly drove away.

She is useful and mild, and does her best,
But she is not fair to see,
And we cannot give her your place dear,
Nor worship her as we worship thee.

i see your eyes
bright sparkle-flecks,
an illumination
a light
that would
ignite
the wee-small hour
plight
when my body
ached
my every sleeping hour
was a quake
of scattered
dreams
and memory schemes,
mixed up
and lost
in the tangle of an ache
that for some
amazing reason
could
only be soothed
by
you.

I have worked
My whole life to be
Someone different from
The woman in front of me

Pierced my bottom lip
And dyed my hair blue
Oh my God, Mother
I'd do anything not to be you

Don't get me wrong
I love you in my heart
But you make me so crazy
I don't even know where to start

I've never once heard you say
That you were proud
But you had no problem
Yelling Failure! at me so loud

My heart ached and a tear shed
All I ever wanted was approval
But in my head I knew
That you just wanted my removal

You pick and **** and pry
Sorting through my stuff
And then you sit and wonder
Why I always act so tough

I can't let you get to me
I can't let you penetrate the skin
I don't know what I would do
If you ever found a way in

I love you, I really do
But this relationship is a mess
You never tell me you care
Even when I'm at my best

It hurts to write this
It hurts to watch you lie
And when they say how sweet you are
All I can do is sigh

They don't know your inner layer
The devil dancing within
Oh dear mother
How I wish we weren't kin

But the part that really gets me
The part that eats me alive
Is that I will always be half of you
No matter how hard I try