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Below are my poems!
I am the blueberry that you saw
in that big old spiderweb
I dangle in random absurdity
like some strange poem
you might have read...
My Best Poem
how precious are dreams
that logical themes
quote facts in attempt to deny you
that magical day, when you can say
I believed!
and that's why they ARE true!
Thesis Statement
I like art, I do art,
I do art all the time,
I do alot of art
and when I'm not
sometimes I write a rhyme!
LOVE IT SO MUCH!
Sand 'tween my toes
and minimal clothes
make for fun in the sun
yeah you know it!
but the seashore at night
is a sensual sight
as the moonbeams
sow love seeds for poets!
Time
Time is a weird thing
goes sooo slow when yer
waiting for the bell to ring
goes fast on Christmas
and sunny days
and when you're in love
it compresses and strays,
time is elastic
and sometimes like glue
but it's never wasted
when I talk to you!
Artists
all great artists seem full of doubt
there is too much inside
and not enough out
but each piece of art
makes someones day,
perhaps our souls
need it that way.
kharmalade
Would this have made
a good last day?
did I accomplish
any kharmalade goal?
did I climb some sunsetted peak
by the bay
to placate my expectant soul?
no, but i did take a second
to look around
like that dude
with his own Iron Chefs,
and in that infinity portal
i'll go as a mortal
suspecting it's all for the best....
SOMETHING GOOD
I remember something good
back when days
unfolded like
a grand adventure should.
I don't want to just fit in
be functional like some machine,
I want a purpose
need the wind
to blow the scent of fortune
on my skin.
Are you of that small percent
who cannot fold
who will not bend
who takes a soul and strips it bare
not because you can
but because it's there... ?
You Is You
You are you and that is good
you may not be what they say you should
or be that which you cannot be
and you wouldn't want to be like me
but I see you as you and so
if you see me unmasked say "yo"
"what makes Me me is all unique
what makes us Us makes us complete"
I Artist
i sometimes wonder
if it is so
that I am an artist
simply because i say so
was I born with talent
to write or to paint?
a prodigy perhaps?
there's no doubt that I aint
not a leader or lackey
no big money schemes
but an artist
resulting from having big dreams
they say visualise
what you want to be
regardless of what people say
and all will come true
quite possibly
maybe
some happy day!!
THE DANDYLION STAR
Amongst the speckled field of black
I saw the dandylion star
it winked at me
and I winked back
and sent that wish up far,
the other stars
looked more like gems
like diamonds stuck in tar,
but I liked the mellow
glow of the yellow
wonderful dandylion star.
like crystal fish the others sit
cold like a platinum bar,
but how can you miss
when you make a wish
upon the dandylion star?
WE TWO STARS
We two stars
burn so intense
without pretence or fuss
and what would we say
if somewhere far away
someone made a wish upon us?
for the darker the night
the brighter the light
that shines for every face
so get up and stay
in the vast milky way
and add your light to the space!
"Five 46PM" acrylic on canvas 36x48 inches 2003
I was in college (common theme in my dreams still even though I graduated in ’99) walking briskly through rooms and coridoors as you generally do in a large college until I saw a group of elevators. One elevator had a sign by it and while it wasn’t specifically targeted to me (I don’t remember what it said, in fact i don’t think it said anything) I got on that elevator.
March 7th, 2008 at 5:19 pm
I have dreams all the time about going off to the college dorm. I always have trouble finding my room, or finding my way back to my room. The corridors become labyrinthine, the elevators unreliable or shrinking like diabolical spy device from the ’60s. I remember once I had to hoist myself up through a trap door to get to my floor. If I do find my room, I never have the key, though usually I can get in anyway. I’m not usually feeling panicked or weird, I just keep wandering and looking.
and I still haven’t found… what I’m lookin’ for…