Captured by a Midevil War

I string the bell of honor over your neck
it doesn't chime as it has no cause and effect
It swings it galor and suffices pain as the tin dents slightly
to the ringer that has made its mark.

A mans self made object useful in so many ways
alerting the children and families
of a fire, of a feast
at a time where nothing is more important than loyalty.

The amount of love it takes to keep this villiage whole.
One simple object to keep it strong and full.
Capturing the hearts of the ill and elder
Giving the next generation hope.

As the great escape approaches fast, villiagers have one last
night
to laugh and reminice on life, before that one last fight.
A faint smell of smoke in the distance.

The people are now silent
and the children are still innocent.

Lately

Lately I'm uneasy and I tremble
Lately my mind wanders and my heart
struggles.
to.
beat.
Lately i'm not myself and I'm not "1"
Lately it's confusing to be "alive" and "well"
Lately it's hard enough to wake up
Lately my importance seems rare
Lately i'm struggling to breathe
Lately i'm unarmoured and
unAware.

Reason

Cause and effect reinvigorates the soul
I remember these eyes
They look back and forth and roll frequently
The answers to the unknown world
Are captured in a box and locked tight
Those who find the answers are far...
Far in between the rocks of the full bred sea.

I just don't know

If I could take back all of the confusion in my life I would.
If I could say I never loved you and that my life experiences weren't shaped by you I would.
If I could make a statement and in my mind not vicariously compare it to something we have done together I would.
If I could honestly look at another person and feel half the way I felt when I was with you I would.
If I could rely on someones nod and look to them for advice the way I did to you I would.
If my investment and all I poured out combusted into a realistic endeavor the way I felt when I was with you I think it might mean more.

Looking at you now, I wander.
I wander if it's really me you see.
I wander if it is my eyes you look into or if you see another reflection.
I wander if you are covering up what you don't want to see, but never faced in reality.
I wander if it's that you were too scared to face it so you looked to me as a way out.
I wander all the time if I give you the same feeling you had with me. 
I honestly think each day that I am so close to losing you. 
I honestly think each day that you are considering the words you will chose to leave me.
I honestly worry each moment of each second of each hour that this is just a cover
A cover to this sick wall we have put up to avoid the inevitable.
Whatever day we decide to face it will be the day I remember.
The day I remember to stop worrying and start loving again.
Stop contemplating and remember who I am.

Poetry Slam

Check out this poetry slam. Pretty awesome stuff. I will post more as I find it. This guy is great. 

Shappy-Spoken Nerd

Dave Chappelle on Def Poetry

Running

Running Running Running
Before I even left the sound contrasted my eye
For what it really was.

Running Running Running
An inhibited land with guns and arrows; sorrow
and pain; built legs on rocks.
A pain which disguises a thresh hold
Not even a man can take.

Running Running Running
The wheel is an easy out for a world out of bounds
in so many ways, how does one expect to exceed
the next simpatico function in time?
The wind does not even detect this
Running Running Running
I would never guess a fountain would look this familiar.  

My Magical Place

My Magical Place

I look down at my hands
dripping with water
a green film from algae
stumbling
as I gather rocks in my shirt.

My young hands
fail to understand
the complexity
of it all.

Dad 20 meters away
puffing away on tobacco
driving a pole into
the water.

My dreams of being big;
helping dad and sis
are just a few years away.

For now I'll keep my chubby
legs and arms submerged
catching frogs
collecting rocks.

Our golden retriever
bathes in the shade
a hole dug just for her
biting at bees as they pass.

This place felt like a dream
the "money tree" we knew existed
coins on the ground to prove
so unique
Mom hung kettles from the trees.

The bench  where I learned to fish
peeling with white paint
nails falling out
always loved that Mickey Mouse pole.

Our fort in the forest
to protect us from bears
sis always laid the large sticks
as I gathered the small.

Our fortress to the outside world
our secrets and dreams held tight
peering through the light holes
our lives just beginning.

Across Hanging Kettle Lake
lay a peacock farm
a musty smell of dew in the morning
you can hear the mothers calling.

Minnesota: The State of Collapses

Blizzard 2010

Minnesota seems to be the state of collapses. First the 35W bridge collapsed, then our Metrodome. What is going to happen next, is our state going to collapse? It is so strange to actually think about the dome collapse full circle. The Metrodome is tremendously large and to think it just fell through?! I believe one person in the article I attached described it as "It looks kind of like a big dish of sugar." Sounds like a couple panels at the top of the dome were damaged which is what caused it to collapse. Everyone today has to dig the snow out. Couldn't be a more odd thing to happen to us Minnesotans. Guess that is what makes us strong up here, dontcha know?

A reason to live

Glad I watched this yesterday. Jimmy V had a true passion for living with purpose. I hope I can say I go out as pure hearted and joyous as this man. Simply happy and having no regrets. This is the only way to live your life.

In Missouri

My purpose for this visit to Columbia, MO is to find out if my sister is having boy or girl twins. I am going to be an auntie and I couldn't be more excited. My sister is looking pregnant, and that is strange because when I saw her last she was not. Can't believe there are going to be 2!  We find out tomorrow, Friday October 8th what they will be.

I made it in from my flight at 8:45am yesterday and was happier than ever that I flew Southwest. Not only was the flight only $139.40 round trip, but it only took us a little over an hour. I'll fly every time I come here now, it's so much more convenient for visiting short term. Downtown Columbia has a really cool college scene going on. Lots of small coffee and pizza shops and the campus itself is cozy but has a large social scene. I am about to go and try this cool tea place called Lolicup Tea . I guess it's big here and has some yummy tasting teas, just like a coffee shop, but tea (I think you get it). There is an eclectic array of people, like you would see at any college. But it's different, each college makes a name for itself. Looks like the art and music scene are the most popular. There is a small music venue downtown off of 9th street everyone goes to called The Blue Note. This little ice cream shop we went to had random portrait paintings up on the wall including a one eyed monster portrait. It looked like my 3rd grade brother drew them all (if I had a 3rd grade brother).  The Mizzou Stadium is pretty cool, open and large. I guess the tailgating gets pretty nuts around here. I can tell Missouri people are die hard Mizzou fans. I just waited on a couple from Missouri who couldn't wait for their kids to go to Mizzou and it seemed like they were dead set on Missouri being the greatest state in the US. I beg to differ. 

Here are a few photos from my trip so far:

 Jeremiah ('aka' June Bug) and A.J.

My sister Bonnie and my Mom

The three amigos with the same birthday! Bonnie, Andre, and Patricia (all born October 6th, 1985)

Jabari

Dreams and Facebook

I know people hate hearing about other peoples dreams (the lamest conversation topic) but obviously I don't care. I had an awesome dream that I was skydiving last night and instead of landing on the ground I went crashing into a pool and it was great. I am going to do it some day!

This is my break in random ideas.

Well for the dream speech that is, I went and saw The Social Network, my boyfriend was making fun of how uninformed I was about Mark Zuckerberg, but honestly I never even questioned who is was or how he got there or anything. This movie is a must see for our younger generation and I feel it is a capstone in what we can accomplish as educated students. It's a metropolis for entrepreneurs to take the risks to become something big. Who would have thought the next Bill Gates would be walking amongst us college kids trying to claw our way to to top, it's enlightening.

When I first got on Facebook all I could think about was the cool applications and updating my profile page/picture every 20 minutes, which is totally what this guy was wanting me to do. I was officially partying  and I loved it. Thank god I have calmed down from my narcissistic coma it put me and millions of others in, but I didn't follow Mark (I guess I am on a first name basis with him) or any of the creators gossip at all, and that was the point. When something that big happens it's pretty hard to focus on logistics. It was one of the most exciting moments of my college career and I will never forget when it all first happened. It was like a continuing roller coaster and I loved it, and still do. It gave you butterflies in your stomach, and god was it smart.

Time for sleep.

Okay I am back. Seeing as my topics (dreams and Facebook) are completely irrelevant of each other I will continue this with the need for entrepreneurial spirits in our younger generation. The creators of Facebook are THE EXAMPLE of how we can make our own profits by have entrepreneurial ideas. Who wants to just sit and work for somebody else their whole lives when they can instead work for themselves doing something where there will be no lack of enthusiasm (9 to 5 work week with frozen microwaved lunches) hence you are your own boss and you make the rules of what is being done. It's sickening that people don't put forth more of their ideas and take more risks, we are living in such a box o "supposed tos" and straight lines which of course doesn't influence creativity, but working for the man. Something needs to change. I don't know if it's that people don't feel they have good ideas or if they feel the resources are too hard to come by, but every person I know knows somebody else that has something to bring to the table. By honing your ideas into a simple idea with one direction, I don't see why we can't be our own bosses. 

Greenberg

Last night I sat down and watched Greenberg with my main man. I was quite pleased with it not only because it's so dynamic in style, but the character development was very appealing. Greenberg, played by Ben Stiller, is a mixture of a very contentious person who can be a total ass. On top of it all he is a very smart but becomes overwhelmed with social anxieties and past life experiences. I am not sure this movie is for everyone. It can feel like a punch in the face sometimes but I think that is what the director was going for. Stiller was hilarious but his humor with this character was different than all his other movies. It almost reminded me of the sincerity that Jim Carey played in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, but not as depressing. I like that Stiller took on a serious role, he played his humor and angst card which made this movie very entertaining and worth watching.

Minneapolis = Money Hungry, Dishonest, Stupid Pay Machines

I am absolutely saddened by how many hoops Minneapolis makes you jump through to be a justified human in that city.

I know there are more examples of this dishonest trash, but here is one thing to help you avoid this city:

The 6th St South Parking ramp across from Thrivent Financial and Government Center is an absolute joke!! $15 for an hours worth of parking. $2 if you can get out in 20 minutes which is a rarity because you most likely have to walk through a sky way or two to get to where you need to be. Oh and $8 if you are out before noon, which I was...But you don't realize this until after you have paid the happy little money sucking machines which make you park before you can exit, feed them your juicy looking grade A debit card, and get back to your car and leave.

There is my rant for the morning. Really wish this Hindu Temple in Maple Grove, MN still offered yoga classes during the winter, it might actually allow me to accept the parking ramps for a split second until my common sense kicks in and causes me to thrash into a seizure. Although the outdoor classes would not make much sense in the winter unless you are into that sort of Eskimo behavior I still think I would like to try it out. It would bring me back to the temples I visited while I was in Bangkok and Hanoi.

Measles Innitiative

I saw this posted today on Twitter via Red Cross. There is a Measles Initiative to vaccinate villages that have been affected. From what I remember learning about measles, it is not a pretty disease and spreads very quickly.Wikipedia: Measles I would love to be able to do this and form a team to raise money. I would want to make sure it's secure and all the money is transferred directly to the villages with measles. You are able to include an anonymous gift along with your money you raise. Vaccinate A Villiage 

Please contact me if you are interested in starting a team, I thought a goal of $5,000.00 would be good.

My email is sharonrosejohnson09@gmail.com

Thanks.

Motorcycle Diaries/ 'Che' Guevara

LET THE WORLD CHANGE YOU AND YOU CAN CHANGE THE WORLD

 Everyone needs to see this movie. I don't care if you are up on 'Che' Guevara or not, because I wasn't until now. For a 23 year old, this movie completely changed my thoughts on life. What an experience it is to hit the open road and become a revolutionary. Not saying that everyone in the world will do something like this, but it's just inspiring and jaw dropping and I had the chills pretty much the whole time. Obviously I don't want to ruin it, but all I will say is if you feel you want to do something important in your life, and you are not sure what it is, watch this movie and it might give you the push you need to make a difference. I cannot wait to read all of the books and become more informed about him. 'Che' Guevara

Motorcycle Diaries Movie Trailer 

My freestyle rap from highschool

Yo I'm the queen of this cave/and I rep it with Joe

Cuz' we the best in this game/and we already know

Cuz I love the cave/and we have so much fun

Cause in NerdCrew we don't/even give or get dumb

We don't like anyone else because we're the coolest

We don't even care because we rep all the fool (es)

I don't know what this means but I'm the coolest

Cuz I got rap game like anyone else

Every day I come to the cave

It's my favorite place that I lay

Every day I come to the cave

It's my favorite place that I lay

Yeah Yeah Tato is the man

And he be lookin' at me like I'm in some kinda clam

Now everyday when we go to the beach

We don't even care/we don't even like them leech (es)

Yeah man

Don't mess with my rap game

Cause I'm Spare Dog and I rep all the hairy dogs

So what you do is rep my Fairy Dogs

Yeah

Tato's got his cool shorts on

Yeah

We don't care what you say

Because we love the cave/ Yeah

We love the cave/ Yeah

You Didn't Make the Cut

Just a messy poem about a messy life

I found my place

it's down the corner 

to the right

next to the bat cave

missing the next flight.

Borrowed these shoes

mustard on my pants

what kind of idiot 

would not take the tags off.

Spilled my coffee

tripped through the door

my prepaid minutes

are up 

and my toes are sore. 

At the library I have 4 fines

to books I never read

but thought the covers 

looked nice

The person I want to be

the person you strive to be

will never be 

until you find 

your che.

Musicians

The Heavy Cause for Alarm

An inspiring song which captivates the soul.

To what degree do you consider yourself a creative genius? In my mind, music tells more about the functioning of ones brain than anything else. Someone took the time to listen or hear each chord making a special presence in each musical sequence. It captures emotion, love, anger, happiness, contentedness, passion, and so on. I think each and every one of us has a musical side, even if it doesn't come out on the right note. It can come out in other ways, you might just spazz out and start dancing to Bluegrass like my boyfriend and I do occasionally. Another solid tune I heard the other day. (Don't mind the commercial)

MIA XXXO

MIA has always brought good music for your soul. She's super forward in terms of her audience she is grasping and has a history of  fast paced fun hooks that grab people's attention. Her style is high quality retro that complements her music in so many ways. One word that describes MIA, different. Why do I like her? Because she plays away from stereotypes and has originality that can be lost in all this teeny bopper music stations that bring in hella cash for commercials and weak music that is replayed every 5 minutes. Oh, but I forgot they do that one day "commercial free." God I am shaking I am so excited.

Listen to local stations, they mean more to you, you don't even know it yet. My favorite? 89.3 The Current

More to come.

Run, don't hide.

Crisp divine waves
passing through your veins
some hang
some dissolve
in champagne the cork flows
very hard to believe a letter of foes
have it locked in a safe
unreachable by not even your self.
Very probable
Switch keys

Can you free yourself of abnormality
Have you faltered one to many
Can you prove you are the stricken
cord

The chosen one under the shade
of a luminescent weeping willow tree
green

Are you a soul from an inhabited
universe
locking doors and washing mirrors
the sterling silver
quasi temple where your loafers
reside

As your toilet shines
and your jello mold shapes
lime
such things only matter
in a symmetrical life

for to sell, you could for a dime
fear not your hands
the work remains
fear your brain.

Spontaneous blab

Time and hands 
subtract the bands 
your wedding never felt so bland
with a horn and no ram.
 
Conceptual thoughts 
ideas bought 
rent paid 
fridge full of rocks.

Dream during the day

slide by all night
chimpanzees play
secrets fall tight.

This box never felt so light
treasure inside
popcorn and jelly
what a radical mind.

Waitressing

Waitresses and waiters have to put up with a lot of bull****. I know that sounds extremely cliche, but seriously, and I like what I do for now but this poem will give you a taste of just what happens on a day to day basis. I didn't like that. It will give you something to pass the time.

Post Secondary Waitress Syndrome (PSWS)

Good afternoon
How are we doing today?
I like my coffee hot
Bring us rolls right away.
(skip the intro)

Were you interested in dessert today?
I just want to be left alone
Smirk
As I fade.
(drop the check)

That dish is served with broccoli.
 "No it's not"
On the menu, clear as day .
(substitution)

I want extra butter, napkins, and rolls.
Tartar sauce, ranch, and coleslaw.
Don't over cook my steak because I will
send it back.
(Haven't taken the order yet)

Make sure you don't put seasoning on my broccoli,
and I want my plate piping hot,
does this bartender know how to make a martini?
If so i'll try it out.
(hence the name bar-tender)

I just want shrimp.
Where is the shrimp?
Why can't I just get fried shrimp?
I don't want the tails on.

I want extra drawn butter and
sour cream.
Mine doesn't look like hers
Can I get a new one.
(different dishes)

So it's time to write back
valid customer of ours.
We do get busy,
it's not like we took a trip to mars.

I am sorry for asking how your day is going
and filling your water, making you salads,
and delivering your food,
If I annoy you I am sorry, but that's just what I do.

You really can hurt sometimes
cutting us off and treating us as fools.
Some of you are really nice
and make our days go smooth.

After the hard work we go through
just to get you to enjoy yourselves
10% is not enough
our tips our what pay our bills.

Your anger from work or home
doesn't concern us
we are here to serve you a meal
and make sure you are comfortable.

Don't blame your sad problems on us
we have too much work to do
using us as punching bags
it's stuck in out memories for good.

Like PTSD from a war
we get hurt mentally in all the same ways
when something goes wrong
it blasts like a bomb

ruining the rest of our day (and year).
Sweat rolling down our face.
Just remember how you treat us,
we will always " be" happy.

But when you get mean and aggressive
our hope, ethic, and happiness
slowly
is distracted and unsettling.

We appreciate your business
and all you have to offer.
Just show us human decency
and nothing will ever falter.

4:20am Inspiration

So what better of a time to write than at 4:20am on a Saturday morning coming down from a wine buzz and you can't sleep? BINGO

I have been throwing around a few ideas in this think tank of mine one poem involves a child growing up in a lost world one that doesn't give back based on poor decision of the parents and the innate unlivable circumstances of his or her well-being, one involves a late train connecting the darkness to that of the tracks and the sounds a train gives off with a melancholy feel, the next is connected perfectly to nature and involves the vivacious mountains of Sapa, Vietnam (or any place but reference helps me write better). I'm just going to try and put them down and edit later, happy reading :)

Child Unaccounted For

A black world mixed with
dust, soot, and tar.
A cord connecting you
to a wind up car
unwound and ran afar.

Your whole life is unsure
not a fault
but a blur.
Your mind a mix
of love, hate, and pure.

A chemical reaction
would stir this tales
combustion
matter mixing with another
creating an unsound
robust solution.

What this object has not heard
is its not done
this life is sure.
But soon as this rally of childhood is over
Get on your bicycle and scream
HELP ME.

Midnight Seed Train

The late night express
has arrived
a musty rally of metal oil and
crisp air.

Carrying only a carriage of
bulk wheat and seed.
What more could a dough use
besides it's knead.

Clunking each moment
with the wheels so raw with track,
moving, a black train on ice
melting coal and causing rust.

This midnight train has one trip
untraveled.
Screeching to a halt upon a stop
just gravel.

Once it has reached its destiny of
folk
with a history of bulk,
will it puff its smoke
and relinquish it's next jolt
to the be the hero of this world and all
it's made out to be.

Sapa

The green patch on the rocks
right after a winter
a fuzz so tender the touch.

A stair case of water,
water buffalo in the horizon.
Rice harvest it over
yet the sweet dew of the mountains
is hungover.

A rock will fall and be
guided by soft cool mud
a tribal town above
making fires and weaving scarves.

Such a lovely place
you wish you could memorize each trace.
The smell of smokey damp wood
and a fog so thick your lungs are clogged.

It hides the elevation
for those scared of heights
and lets you appreciate fresh eggs and
marmalade and touch grass
so fresh.

The roots are happy to be where they are and
the rice harvest
will soon be ready
for that next sprout
with mist of fresh dew.

The Frail and the Honorable

"It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water."
Jeffrey Eugenides (Middlesex)

The Frail and the Honorable 

Counterfeit hearts and rubber bands 

unwanted clothes and clammy hands

your reason a juxtapose 

in past tense from any land. 

I suppose it makes sense 

you receive the thorn in your hand

from a rose less watered 

and a vase cracked from misuse.
  

This girl went a wandering 

a long time a go

thoughts of a happy life and love

instead a route south to a useless boat 

no row. 

Happiness is not fake or fostered

it flows like a river in the spring

the fish are flowing the geese are trembling

and all the while your cheeks are glistening.

The qualms you face 

should have your hero in place 

nurturing and loving with a 

sweet embrace

Trouble will follow 

a man less honored 

with pain and angst 

"covered" by lust and rage.
  

A simple metaphor 

for a lost soul in need

as a child you life was worry free

combine your love with 

sincerity.

Today

I put this as a note on my phone quite a while ago and just stumbled upon it today:

 

Today I realized how much I love my life and wouldn't change it for the world. Here is a poem to pass the time.

No Title

Sublime nights of insight
dark light
when times are tight 
and can despite.

Oh how time can fly
waiting for rye
in and out, so invested 
and obliged. 

But now I see why
love is knee high 
in winced rhymes
of a river en route.

Sparkling divots of water
drop
as they twinkle on 
a dark eye lash. 

Before you turn, 
your arms have dirt
crumbling down 
hair blocking the destination. 

Never step back 
for time will unwind
leaving it and all you cherish 
behind.

A couple new ones from my grandma notepad

 

 I have had more innocent days I guess.

Young Boy

Sterilized by coins

Washed by dirt,

Outcast from the sun

Show your face.

Instigate the ruckus

that caused this dilemma,

It got so delusional

After that year. 

Wishing you were back 

In a place 

So rare

So Tender.

Where affiliations 

and presentations

were a thing 

of the past.

Substitute your innocence

with something so pure,

Reinvent the wheel, 

accumulate the clouds.

As your air thickens

and lungs struggle to breathe,

Remember how it was...

 

Remember me.  

Mahogany

Child like actions

Explain your weakness. 

You never sit up straight, 

Crumbs tumbling down your shirt. 

A way to conceal

A way to hide, 

Button up that shirt

with your head stuck inside. 

As big a chump 

as you are a fool,

Typical answers

to a string on a spool. 

Relentless on who you are

Won't take advice,

Caught in a weary globe

full of spectacles from some

device.

Oh Vikings you inspired me

Hello stranger
did you forget your keys
it wasn't so clever
what you running from

your work has done you wrong
its unfortunate how strong
this will make you humble
said the wise man to his serpents


out from underneath
you'll pull your trophies out
the shelf dusty with mites
can you see the shining stain?

That work is not forgotten
the snail will find another shell
the compartment not ideal
for the long ridden hero

for he has led himself into many battles
each one encompassing more strength
from uphill dunes to slimy lagoons
this snail has burned his jets

life is not forgotten
tales will never seep
the gills of fish will rise
and fall
until the time comes to give in.

Good job Vikes, I am proud of you.

Daily Strings

Being a girl is so deranged sometimes I swear. Or maybe its just being me that is deranged...Over thinking is my specialty and collaborating that with poetry just seems to make sense to me. I joined a pretty cool poetry forum today if you are into reading or writing poetry check this forum out to get good feedback on what you are writing The Poetry Forum UK

 I like this part in the forum they have 'open mic' room where you can write freestyle poetry. Seriously, I am starting to sound like such a dweeb these days but I think that is cool. With that, I think I may have to try it out on here. Seeing as I have no followers yet I have nothing to lose, maybe this will attract my first customer!

Customer to my store of poetry

So well considered

you may have said nothing.

So here is a group of poems taking random thoughts directly off the tongue:

Sarcasm  

Sign language of time
when the griddle
splashed the skin
it misunderstood the burn.

Give it a second
go back
sun flap until you
run back.

Hate this moment
you're here
but dormant
can I invest a component.

Not that you won't
but the insistence is clear
you were never here
yet the symphony played sincere.

Combats of froth
circle in your coffee
why so bland you say
in an uninteresting way.

Finally its gone
the realism lives on
for the time has come
where you no longer ride the tongue.

The Story

Oh beacon of hope

bring me back to reality

this dense beginning

is frail and dishonorable,

for the reason is

to map through this quiz

of unreachable goals

and foes.

Ride that wave until it crashes

flag the school children

across the road

show them how to foresee.

This towel has been rung out

chances have slipped

through cracks

but the chair never tips.

Oh the lights in the tunnel...

the buildings so tall...

Can simply looking and waiting

bid good luck after all?

Poetic past

A Favorite Song Snippet of Mine:

"The life we lead, will always lead us
And we pray that he, will never leave us
It's the price we pay, I guess that's the reason
Why my grandma sang, we all need Jesus."

Artist: Common
Song: Misunderstood
Album: "Finding Forever" 2007

Subtle aches

Nocturnal combines
rage within intestine
throughout
the calm remembrance.

Resisting confusion
to relinquish sea illusions
an adequate supply of fear
to conquer would be a weak soul.

Outside the realm
happiness runs
completely amid to life
a mere reflecting beauty.

Lack there of hidden cruelty.

Deep reason to feud
no time to remember
so far gone in temperament
confusion is tender.

Will the clouds separate?
will wings of birds be delicate?
Until the thrill is eloquent
resume your worthless sell of men.

Untitled 

Something passes through my veins
the moment you are present
it flourishes in my body
as my heart flutters with passion.

My toes go numb
hairs standing up
you complete my painting
with a symbol so cool

So lost without you
my world spinning when your vacant
life beyond love
a closed door tumbling down stream.

With it my skin more vibrant
my eyes an ocean blue
my hair a golden sunset
I am a colorless pallet
without you.

The Ribbon

It wraps around
a vase of pomegranate
pulses of solitude
warm the tense soul.

It's quiet somber presence
falls short of any emotion
it tangles, bends, ties, and falls
unveiling a curtain with wounds.

In bands of yellow silk
the secret is stuck
the box remains rusted
the spool remains silent.

Avoiding a collision
so no noise is made
as the flowing chiffon
is tied and cut.

One last trip missing
on a route less traveled
yet the possibility of high tide
unravels.

Over time
the lifeless battle ends
in that soft basin
of cool complacent sand.

Late night scribble or should I say Scrabble...

Silhouette

It's turning purple
this blank stare
it shouts its fears
resembling a plum
what hurts, what breathes
solitary soul
the noise it brings
is a tap
on a hollow hole

Love

I write about love

sometimes it's not quite heard

to describe it

a movie theater

empty as a school desk

in the summer

there you are

laughing and crying

dripping soda down your chin

eyes glued to the screen

rummaging vast emotions

it's quiet

your alone

leaving me

to absorb your

innocence.

Canopy

Cover me up

you piece of object

you serve no purpose

but to cover and shade

don't ask don't tell

you piece of object

your point

to serve

nothing more

to what you do

you are here for no purpose

but to blind the absurd

sun

now shut up

you stupid piece of object

do your job

remain unconscious.

 

The day you fell through the ice

unaware

of how to feel

legs numb

cheeks blue

grasp for ground

knuckles bleed

just a second ago

in a tree

providing air

just ice and life

to determine fate

so cruel so tight

help this

wreck less girl

for she has

no one in sight

but a life of

unkept secrets

lies and tales

who will she love

where will she be

if the ice cracks

a symphonic sound

will come

a flash of light

will see the sunshine in

playing with dolls

is where this begins.

 

That one Green day

iconic statues buffer in sun

through the muggy air

their war is won

mildew and copper

seem so tame and rare

as if geese were flocking

to unfit air

where skin and fake jewelery

make an unwanted affair

sit your self down

get the grass off your pants

skids on tennis shoes

elope with socks

muddy swamps

feel at ease

ripping through parking lots

where the road winds

a sign of where to stray

but no place to be.

A couple of old poems I dug out

I have been writing poetry for a few years springing up here and there with new things. Most of the time I just write things down on the go or have inspiration springing from some event in my life. These poems were written in high school (I think) as I shuffle through papers I have kept. Hand writing works better for me. I read this first poem at Barnes and Noble one night for creative writing class. It's about my grandpa Massengale. I owe all credit of this hobby to my creative writing teacher from Osseo Senior High, Mrs. Endres. If you ever read my poems, I would most definitely like to hear your feedback. Thank you.
I'm going to attempt to write more and this is my motivation to do so. Don't feel like you have to like what I write, I am simply doing this because I have to get my mind wrapped around something else besides finding a job...I appreciate all feedback and would encourage you to give me critiques on my writing. I am not a pro, and don't think I am. I just like to write.


California Dimples

He roamed through the street in his Chrysler New Yorker
Listening to AM Radio
The Baseball Game is almost over
A cigar hung from his mouth.

He looked up at the sky
At an airplane he once knew how to fly
Dreaming of those pilot days
As those wrinkly cheeks got older.

His bushy eyebrows would rise and fall
like two caterpillars inching away
As he told me stories
About how he was a spy.

He told me about the unsafe places
Where not to go and what to avoid
How he hated criminals
And how drugs and gangs were still alive.

He told me that hurricanes and earthquakes
Were natures way for telling us to feel thankful
I can hear his voice now
"Hunny cherish these days of your life for it is too short to waste."

He taught me computer games
Grandpa pilot, Sharon co-pilot
And we ventured through family albums
His eyes would gleam when speaking of our family's ancestry

With grandpa, a conversation was never really necessary
For those eyes of his spoke more than his mouth ever did.

Listening to him hum a song
It was a snap shot of his soul
How he showed unconditional love to his family
And how you knew he gave it his all.

Grandpa would blow me warm kisses goodbye
His smile had California dimples
Those creases in his cheeks
Like an arrow had shot straight through.

My Grandma doesn't notice
But she reveals him when she smiles
It's almost like he's sitting in the room with us
When she shows that sunny array that lights up the room.

If somebody were to ask me about my Grandpa
I would tell them of his stories and adventures
But there are some things in life that have to be experienced
And with Grandpa, that's just the case.


Sight

Let my eyes breathe
They will unwind
Intense secrets intertwined
Motionless clouds devour their light
Sandy beaches calm their existence
Seeing is only a motion
Sleek movements control the silk like glass
Pupils dilated under the swift breeze
Beauty, Lust, Magnificence
I see the world in translucent colors
Overlapping colors exalt my fears
Breathe
For there are no more clouds
I will succeed
My mirrors to the world
Let them guide me.

Passion

Burn
My passion
My heart beats like a drum
Thump
I will not let it over come.
It rips through my stomach
Approaching my throat
It rattles my veins
On a continuum through my brain.
Right Hemisphere Left
It takes a swing
Indulgence is near
It will never leave.
My passion
Stuck to my heart like glue
Conquer if you will
Come inside.
My steaming kettle
Deep wooded fire.
Filled with glory
Inside the rigid cracks
Of solid oak wood floors
Where my passion resides.


Air

Telegraphic sight.
Enduring night.
The bird takes its flight.
To fall into a land
with no delight.
Gaseous fumes.
Soot and tar.
Butterfly blooms
Hands are charred.
I fall each night.
Into a feathery bed.
They swipe my cheek
Oh so sweet.
My nose scrunches
Foresees old grunges
Punch
It will come back
Punch Punch
Let the gravity in the air
Take over
It will win
Conquer bug
til' you feel you've sinned
God I miss the
Sunlight.

Well there's my push. Time to get writing more.