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Blush

Blush,
A rush
Of blood to the face
Like that winning smile
The one that summons
The crush
That holds the secret button
The lust that triggers
It figures that red would be the color
Like passion
Like pain
Like everything escaping your brain
Because you can’t think past
Trying to shorten the length it lasts
Hide your face
Bury it deep
Hear the laughter light and sweet
Giggles at you
Maybe with you too
Maybe

Blush
Like bright passion fruit pink
No that’s yellow
Blush
Like bright guava red
…but guavas aren’t cute
And you know you are
As you smooth your hair
As you fidget and twitch to take attention away
From the brightest spot on you
You know you’re great
But you try to avoid eye contact
Till composure comes back
Till you can stand
And operate as planned

Blush
Respond to those sweet words
Of charm
Those sounds causing your heart to beat
Faster
Your blood to rush
Faster
Your mind to race
Faster
All you want
Is for time to slow down
So you can savor every sound
Scent
Sense
Sensation
All you want is more time
Time to regain your footing
Maybe enough so you can dance
Do a little jig
Because you’ve been touched
Touched enough to blush
Touched by sentiment
Whatever sense it meant
You’ve been moved
And you just want time
Time to savor it
In exchange for the times you’ve saved for it
You’ve been noticed
And you want to note it
But all you can do is…
Blush
Can’t control the rush
It’s sweet really
…it’s a good thing red looks good on you.

June 3, 2009

Spring Showers

Shower me with your kisses
Soft like
Soft lips
I’ll be gentle in return.
Bury my face,
Take refuge
In the crook of your arm.
Giggle.
“I am listening!”

How soon is the soon you’ll let me sleep?
If that really is your intention.
You’ve tricked me here.
I don’t mind.
You rain down gently
You count down the time.
“4 more mins”
4 more …
Till the next time you ask
For more.

Let me listen to the symphony
Beating in your chest for a while
Let me just rest for a while
There’s a lot to process
“I’ll be good”
Is taking too many meanings
I don’t know what your meaning
You’re showering me with kisses
What’s the blooming idea?

April 25, 2009

Pyromania

Pyromania, an obsessive desire to set fire to things

I wish this match was not so perfect
I wish I could extinguish the flames
I wish that the heat didn’t draw me in
That the flicker would not entice me
I would that I could stop
I would that I could quit
But I’m nowhere ahead
A hundred miles behind
I just need to smell it
Let the smoke enrapture my brains
I just need to hold it
Just a little bit more
I wish I could harness it
Be its only master
Then be consumed by it
As it’s only servant
But I can have neither
And that’s the hardest part
And I wish I could forget that
But I cant.

Feb 6, 2009

Playing with fire(written w/ excerpts from Carla Moore)

Everyone likes playing with fire.
The closer, the hotter.
The hotter,
the better.
It’s the burn we crave sometimes because while ur being consumed u cant even think about after
If you can think at all.
Survival is out.
It’s about the burn
Tingling your skin,
Taking off the layers,
Leaving you bare as you wanna be
The flicker charming you like a pied piper,
Leading you to the cliff edge,
On the precipice between pleasure and pain
The confusion of the body releasing sweet narcotics
Organic.
You feel it.
The heat drawing you closer still
A blasphemous bonfire of desire
Making you forget all deities but for this one mystifying light
Created from sparks of nothing
Two little rocks
A match
A lighter
Fire.
The smell as beautiful or as rank as the thing it consumes
Leaving nothing behind but ash
It’s dangerous
Not for the faint of heart
Not for the easily consumed
It’s fun until somebody gets hurt
But sometimes the hurt is half the fun.
Play with fire,
Expect some burn.
Grab a match,
Let’s play.

***this piece plagiarizes the organic poetry of the talented Carla Moore who inspires and is inspired by feelings masquerading as words :)

Feb 3, 2009

Find Me

Like Hansel and Gretel I leave you crumbs,
Follow the path you’ll find me
There with Sherlock we will search in tandem
With looking glass and look-in glass we will scour the surface of my soul
and pick with axes to get to the core
Excavate the buried good within
Beneath the rotting corpse of skin
Evil flesh that reeks of human imperfection
That does not what I will it
That acts out it basest and basic
That burns and burns
Leaving a trail of burnt offerings to demigods and goddesses
That stops short of fulfilment
for lack of direction or lack of directness
That suffers mediocrity in silent indignation
In silence that engulfs and smothers
that becomes the cha cha cha of tongues untied
that becomes the assassin of soul
Find me in the desolation of this world
hidden untouched and unscathed but buried
waiting for your hand to reach down and pull me out
that we may dance the hustle all night long
round and round to every song
every tune of every tempo
let us dance like no one is watching
like everyone is watching
for an audience of 2
for a stadium of more
let us dance
with lions nipping at our heels
with dissenters pelting us with rocks
with cheerleaders egging us on
let us dance
find me in my cave and make my one two
And our two one
Find me and see me
And unite our purposes to one fight
Find me and take me to that place you whispered softly into my dreams
That place that is only in my dreams
Take me there
I leave you bread crumbs
tiny but distinct
follow me to my hiding place
then take me away

(jan 15, 2009)

Feeling

Numb
Neurons firing
But missing their mark
Kind of like a novice
Shooting in the dark
No touch
No sound
No sight
No smell
No taste
Will trigger
What some may figure
To be butterflies
And daydreams
Rainbows
And walks on air
Flashes of sparks come
Then disappear
Sparks of light
Flicker
Reactions get
Quicker
And then dissolve
And abates resolve
And the places left burnt
Counts all as lessons learnt
But the nerves down beneath
Make their retreat
Rebuilding
In tingling
Trying to find the best places
To attempt to feel again.

Not so numb
Inhaling the energy
The back of eyelids
Become great screens
Showing great scenes:
Memories.
Great and small.

Beautiful.

The boom boom of heart
Pounding in ears
As well as chest.
Reminders.
Life is good.
In perspective,
Great detectives
Couldn’t find much better

Than this
What would you wish for?
Than this
What could you ask?

The glass at half
Is neither empty
Nor full
Wanting
Lacking
At the same time
But enough
To slake some thirst
To abate some desire
For more

It is in the chase
That satisfaction is gleaned
In happiness of success
Is measured the worth of the quest

Than this
What is there to hope?

Simulation of stimulation
Prevents the atrophy
That is fear

It is a muscle that you carry
That you protect
And shield
Strength is gained by push
AND yield.

The shocks
Knocks off socks
But it seems in the end
It’s the jolts and the bolts
That makes what has stopped
Start beating again.

(Aug 1, 2009)

Untitled

In the constant
Ebb and flow

Of Life

It gets easier
To let things go

People too.

Like pools
In a waterfall
Life survives
In newness
Freshness
Release
As well as
Receive

It’s the way it is.

Give and Take.
Give.

Everything.

Hope you’ll be restored
Pray you won’t need
Know your boundaries
Can stretch
Will stretch
Take stress
Release it
Keep only what you need
For today
Manna will come tomorrow
If tomorrow comes

Not promised to anyone
Not even for everyone

The tide is high
Wade
The tide is low
Wait
The tide is right
Swim

Stay
Go

Be wary
Of the signs
Things vary
With the times

Grow
Where you’re planted

Know
The world’s slanted

Live
With controlled fear

Courage
Is not fear’s absence

Strength
Is not weakness’ opposite

Stand for something
But don’t be closed
Fall for some things
See where the rabbithole goes

Red pill
Into the looking glass
It may be for the better
Who knows
Some risks are worth it

Take.

Lessons from the world
Let life teach you
Let the transmissions stretching out
To meet you
Reach you

Bend lest you break
Get messy
Take chances
Make some mistakes
But, learn.

Miss Frizzle
Had the formula
Make the magic school bus real
Some things you need to be told
Others you can feel

Trust your instincts sometimes
Know the consequences
Are yours to bear
So be careful
But not too careful
Ruts can get deep
And the climb out
Can get steep
Attempt something scary
The rush alone will be worth it
Success too
But not as much as facing the fear

But above all
Let things go
The acid wears hard
On its own container
Poison cares not for intent

The boomerang theory
Can give you some peace
Cuz for real
What is fi yuh, cyaa un-fi yuh

The hardest thing to do
Is wait

(Aug 3, 2009)