H2O

Think of me
a lake
and plunge into me,
my spring.
Your moistened tips
do render me
lazy
with dis-use.
I drive
a frantic urge
away from
white springs of
sea
where you have
drained me
of my
flood waters.
Think of me
a lake
with rapids
frozen still
where only
sweat streams
keep me
damp.
But unlike lakes,
I will not
feel you wet
with ease,
for I have dried
into
a brook
that's lost
its route
into
the
sea.

Intermission, quinta parte

So I know the initial impetus for starting this blog was to post all my old poetry but I've noticed that my  recent stuff seems to be making more of an appearance.....from the last three I posted, "Liquid Culture" I believe was written at some point in the 90's but who the hell knows...I should probably start dating my writing but I've never done it, so why start now?? LOL The last one I posted, "Words" I wrote last week and "Gray" was written last year.  I have a couple more newbies and a lot of partially completed poems but I will make it a point to put up my older stuff.

On another note, on my recent trip to South America I got to reconnect with family and to my surprise, there are quite a few writers/poets on my father's side, spanning three generations that I know of.  I thought that was pretty cool:)

Words

A failing truth
now laid to rest.
Once empowered
to entomb
its reign
and cement
a hold
over your broken
psyche
in this distorted
world.
A disease of logic
where the dark
of lies abound
and the dawn
of
Words
brought life
to sound.
In blackened hearts
its singular goal
use
Words
like weapons
to annihilate
your being
and enslave
your soul.
Rise up,
the oppressed
and mend your pieces.
Like shattered glass,
a reflection revealing
a tenuous hold
on the promise
of life
that
Words
armed,
would destroy.
But like carbon
to diamond,
disinter yourself-
a wealth of riches
to behold.
Dissolve,
the oppressor.
Dissolute
in the army of sounds,
like vomit
from a poisoned
world
that keeps you
diminished.
A mistress to
Hades
in bondage
to fear and darkness
that lays asunder
your will
and like lances
use
Words
to erase you whole.
Rise up,
the oppressed
and rebuild
your pieces
for
Words
cannot
hurt
you.
Not
anymore.

Gray

In shades of
Gray
I am
suspended.
A spider's web
caught
in mid-flight,
once soared
now trapped
to fight
an endless
day.
Entangled
in a
snare
of deception,
a helix of
lies
fed by
distortions
and 
fading
to
Gray.
I am an
illusion
of reality,
morphed into
the actor
on the stage
of
insanity
playing the
shadow
of my self.
Like a hesitant
dawn,
a 
dusk 
to meet
its
moon,
I am
eclipsed
by
Gray.