CURRENT EVENTS

poems

TattooPokey — Sat, 23 Dec 2006 20:43:52 GMT

pillow talk touching my lies with those eyes not as innocent as mine as I dream myself distant from the frailty left promised waiting for you to call me or settle my heart from the pillow talk I never understood writing for the wall of pretense never giving much thought to the satellites spinning all around her life races past as I watch in slow motion the fading walls collapse into a sound buried in a diary and her ashtray pretending to muse the girl in her youth following her footsteps and voices and awaken the light and breathe in the music once given freely to pound my heart to sand pillow talk and black books reveal the gardener not her father or the emptiness of her daydream playing her familiar song alone alongside the forgiveness of my day job her disease ringing in my ears enchanted rest for the gathering of crumbs that fell from life lay out to rescue us from ourselves my eyes sewn shut and I gave up the reason to breathe out these words lashing the bells of endless echoes the alphabet we burned searching the words that disguises and shelters us from the womb I hear you knocking on my window climbing up to escape the captivity of becoming another winter's flower bursting the soil we placed you in an old book for a century to press the beauty into darkness resting in the union of dust and angel overseers of the oneness of words and wood pulp the moment the clarity of wild drops of never on our souls and cuts out my heart ten thousand times with silence and pillow talk Delicious shades of yesterday Upon the damage of a single solitude I wrecked the arrival of waters pouring The fore gone mist of the new hope Squint up to shower the mirror mention Of titles and compromises Lazy look up hair tossed Maneuvers assembled to warn her Delicious shades of yesterday Amend your lost retrofit your love Torn to conquer Twisted for gain and suture Of the common delight Pour me a soul ripe for squander Lift the spillage of my youth for icons to devour Motion my madness far to design The ruin of heavenly display Fork the road rifle the dented sale of night And glamour thrown to bones To rattle the sky of mint and mindless fortress shorn Feast on lonesome flicker of frost Festive candle of war The lingering scent of almost home Nailed to the roof of your mouth For words to slice and cling To manage only silence And Yet You Have No Name In the web of joy your mist The volume of my mistake Your touch Scattering my doubts Invade my innocence Divisible by you my heart For a monument housed And what the winter can season Like a script you grew From where you fell And yet you have no name Your folded soul The tattered tale Opens doors to hidden wars Pierced to shelter Your foreign thoughts fulfill Arrows arraigned to encounter Past bound sacred wind The right to bleed the morning air Passing time to pain The fruit describes the fall Gracing canvas to stain The memory of its birth conundrum of love { my still life} purpose the reasons of the night lift the cover of day for lust-bound friends follow hard the meaning of sight and sound in hand fragile the blink of yesterday found in the fist of the forgotton dine on sweet lulabies and suggestions unopened twisted memories soar in my overt possibilities as my personalty tumbles lost longing tracts lingering just dusty trailing whispers as we try to beat the conundrum of love menace me blind love lost memory brandish your hand strike the gifts of mercy find me and attach your arms to my hindering force me to drink the cup full and proud diseased among the lepers of merriment clothe me with your breath of years held out hampering time and recorded misery extend my days and never-ending nights your rest reveal my intent to heart and soul wrapped song spend my days buying love and burying the accessories barter lips and touch for love's lies in my still life ************************ opposite hearts while we with opposite hearts correct the balance challenge the flame of gross imcompetence to speech unlearned wronged by the night and deeds of consecration fill my eyes with lies and my ears with wings of dreams uttered so swiftly only the wounded recall the toil require of me a weight of silence and a breath of denial strong tarry the vision indebted mask the howling night of need paint with black so dark it bleeds a hundred times between the lines my replacement soul fixed and climbing banded with tissue torn from temptation lost random passage of what reigns and what was saved the salvage of walking stone and bone anouncing wealth to wafers of paste and plates of rusted garments of vainity the duration passed and generosity exceeded look for the tumble and strange love succeed the flesh of glass and a teardrop in midair 1:40 AM 9/26/2006

forward we go unattended

TattooPokey — Sat, 23 Dec 2006 20:41:52 GMT

worship the wet wild wonder of the nothingness of night moving of the west to east holding only format not beckoning shadow to appear restless I am showering drops of wisdom on the front piece of the masses lingering after long the glow of mercy shower me hard songs of going astray join me here to hate the opening of the dammed spout wisps of knowledge and kindred lore explore the vast dimensions of boundless chatter face the children's mother and gasp your words too sharp for stone you connect the dots and die harbor the glacier thoughts you move in motion momentum hastened by downtown dreamers and good for nothing s become the man your mother of desire warned for careful not to spill the beans open the vat notice the dust kings gazed upon the touch less view and now you wish to bathe mourn the kingdom fire bent on revenge force the kind to halt the doom of fate again forgotten relics spring to life against the granite hearts of time learn and record and repeat the damage voice your person one longer than the last remedy the gift of gain to shared oppression forgive the takers grave and graven court united shallow went the jokers of rule youth the jacket of tomorrow wait halt the taste of blood for feast the tales of ones so old the cold cannot contend 9:37 PM 9/16/2006

flightless bird

TattooPokey — Sat, 23 Dec 2006 20:35:30 GMT

broken wings of dreams the secret place in your eyes the music box in your hand weak entitled you to pain known theories border the gentle lies of desire i talk to the air in december and warn the silent wind to stir linger my love long after the wounded heart tears forgotten battled beyond her memory lay footsteps familiar tone decibel dancing scouts of slumber trickle gaze the comotion wander the gray eyes across the room to window escape the quest of youth to glide upon the deep darkness of night flightless bird

a hole for rust

TattooPokey — Sat, 23 Dec 2006 20:31:22 GMT

I sleep through the possibility of life unchanging currents pass me by long after the rest and turn of tide go on time weigh an anchor hewn from burdens not my own borrowed and defiled hidden and refined to frozen memory light the world of quiet barrage of testimony forget the truth and shallow graves of childhood dig me deeper a hole for rust shake the dust from these thoughts and touch the tune of day to day test of virtue fingers curled up to receive the impossible always waiting always nothing hope a medal on an old jacket forgotten war compromised lengths unreached care for and tend to the list of victors wounded for you and scarred from careless laughter white socks and combed hair of disgrace seek the wind to show your face run the show tide to foam and random gift of the sea 7:53 AM 9/18/2006

More or Less

TattooPokey — Tue, 27 Jun 2006 02:19:17 GMT

wingless bird a forrest with no will a sky with no chance an empty head full of grace hindered cares flare soaring and soil the torn boundary of sleep wake to wrestling dangles of dreams the tracks we serve to pardon the founders from envy frozen promises of maybe march and shadow my wicked tree trace the mangled blessing of fate screaming fruit of the wind the wail of noon we send for appoint the night for better things and paint the air with flavored soul fingertip the glass of my resolve trumpet the skin etched tyrant pulsating veins of eventual dim spent shell of light and wrinkles on time revive the talent torn decay reason my fear tangible tenants of thought the frantic touch and afternoon falling message my final burst- cancer of the sane shake the sleeping blanket of night invade the fields of glistening dew the random delicacy the end of rhyme mouth the words of unwritten calm silent momento to a wingless bird ***************************************** fragile rock formation your body of work crushes you beneath the weight of the book still in your head unrelenting unbounded infinite possibilities you start to count the stars until you find your own who will cover for you before the pointing is over the colors hurt your eyes i am your filter in this life as you design your tomb i build your throne you sensed the movement the flame calling the moth fleeing i chased you to Rome and found you conversing with statues as some birds stopped to ponder i was your dream that day and for the next 4 weeks drawing on the sources of comment and soulful spender the glory awestruck and dumbfounded critics at the wailing wall i shook it off the shivers of possibility i tossed those words into the air you watched them linger then crash fragile rock formation *************************** the tune of amnesia limited is your access oh heart my opinion? melted crayon i see red you see shades of blood heated fashion flaws burn retreat to the flame of lust jinx your swelling name bundle the posturing lover equip the savage with thought juggle the equinox you mortal gravity in the gravy as always off to godless tangents and entanglements held to close to bloodless skin foolish are the missing days rampant my hopes for kindness escape the fading youth my door ajar in chance of love leaves piled high to torch the smell of winter returns abandoned hum the tune of amnesia words too old to hold my attention mark the days with broken songs and promises of love visit my tears with calming lies words too broad for your lips gather your fears and hold them close panic the day of your inquisition require of me detailed years desire fire for the company of angels punish the facets for shining feed the freefall hunger of my life wipe it clean upon my return recall my faceless task ripened fruit falls to flies fondle my heart in the dark follow me up to the night trace the footsteps of hindsight allow me to introduce myself **************************************** a.m. i am drunk from your silence your smile sings past my thoughts racing then quietly settling in gentle breezes and peaceful fondling follow me home into my dreams attach your soul to mine let your heart beat one last time i will surrender to every breath i cherish every wave and crash your kisses echo soft and full so the earth has stopped the night has wanted more your eyes light the way and i free fall into love *********************** Pushing the Sky words cannot save you neither the scribbled mark signaled at best to test or anoint the clouds wander and drop their loads not measuring for seedling or harvest words cannot hurt you save the pencil attack i insist followed by certain evaluations and certifications unclear crystal my thoughts also must wander and stare you in the face you sometimes know what i will say next and it draws you near as i run screaming tripping over the crust of the earth folding over itself and then out to sea we sit silently and watch the waves find the time to knock over castles and fill in the footprints we thought were ours i cannot hear a word you are saying i cannot feel you holding me now broken and free to manage the thundering heartbeat of the universe breaking it down into layers of rhythm that i clap while eyes shut and you cry not knowing why? we are one but not here or now but as the wind pushes the leaves against the sky *********************************** Morning imaginary stones throw away shattering windows of sound light pouring into tea cups i whisper into your ear when you sleep you smile roll over me you are warm from this distance and your scent is of lavender the miles are our friend the details are trivial whimsy lalala i can't hear you but i know you can over the bow of the ship is the beginning of a long swim home never mind the wet hair and sharks you shake off the night like rice from a wedding stare at the ceiling and see images moving it's pushing off the crippled shell of youth stepping into the dawn of who are you today you are born what will you do what will you learn speak into the silence and light a candle when you open your eyes you will fill the whole room ************************ Dreams Demise torrential pain outburst the lies faltering flames of lust dissolve behind your back crossed fingers loop your belt leading him on replacing smiles with shake of head blank fortune cookie reads well the place your thoughts unhinge I draw legends you drew crowds blood the water gray our corpse wing the night flight my anger wind sense the hovering hammer of lets be friends bleed out the death of love spill to pools my dreams demise follow solace to the sorrow witness the breath of weeping hope dashed to ash by indignation peel the layers reveal the omission recant your soul for better or worse listen to what you are not saying words stagger drunken eyes and raised hands wander from me now ponder your escape free from truth the possibility of us fly to darkness waiting patiently drive on empty all night and coming days frozen copy of self gathering stones to skip across the bottomless shell of earth as life ends and I go on ********************************** **************************** 13th century i stopped waiting in line today won't do it ever I haven't gazed upon a sunset or cared if the sun did rise for centuries one day at a time my gas operated monster killed the sky today for the first time no one saw it coming it crashed all around me blue snowflakes of glass atmosphere no more i can see now the curvature of the earth the edge of my eye and the emptiness of upward mobility frozen to be thawed when technology awakens from the bankruptcy of war voices clash and the music begins to play everyone dancing to flashes of light thunder of right and wrong confusing wisdom and madness bottled together as tearsdrops of angels mix with the ash of today monuments silent and founded written on the stone faces of the elect i cannot tell you how sorry i am for the pain I never caused you my words will rise up in death and shout to my bones and with deaf ears the children of light will march single file into the 13th century ******************** turn the page i have no recollection negotiating fairy tale romances with terrorchicks nor do i imagine my fingers following the curving wall to the red room it screams keyhole dissolution i have been evaluated and devalued now spit fire smiles blur and diabolical misfires certain items go missing communicate various stages of assimilation manhandled hostage lovers drain all your warm blood frozen shells for sales quota playing hell with sheets of ice do not tell me my future i see it written all over your face put a sign around your neck i am the end of his life what about the child will it tell me all the wisdom of drama or draw my blood bath walking the straight line avoiding cracks and shadow a toast to all who must cross my path bruised bedframes and stolen door handles fingerprints on a one way mirror i spit candy coated promises and you wore that lavender that first unopened day and night that waste of sand bear your own cross mine torn limb from limb mined from earthen pottery drawn to a conclusion of beginnings shattered bits of light shooting stars or satellites crashing the burning sky turn the page i am not there am i ******************************** divine maintenance sings what more do you want from me go back erase the days one by one wipe it from your face the back of your hand defines my world for the rest of my life decline token gesture stare down dare to look up beneath the moon trading places with the sun burning love kingdom hides mystery meal of the saints speaking of times measured reasons and fortune sway the metal jarred orchestra naming only the chosen who can dance with their hands folded clean and shoes shined divine maintenance sings what do you mean you don't know my legs are bent in two as I hope to break my heart listen to the noise of eyes moving side to side my hand filling with tears spilled to feed the locusts wind and wire flames of wine desolate pouring journey of forgotten steps not taken my left feet prance the hallway turning as the corner lingers spray past the scars monument the attitude final departure rings round the table tossing discussion of illusion manic the seconds my watch is gone and all the hours errors listed in order of appearance dreams mistaken wishes for granted experience steer the road winding into the likeness of welcome send for me in the bottle resting on the ocean floor erase me from your thoughts written reflection begging to be seen burn the brick straw house of self interest slice it up divide them to the borders sound of horses and steel rail thunder honoring the legacy dormant agony dainty condition concerns the continent opposing eternity a word for mistaken creation invisible holdings counter sightings beginning summer torn from spring falls to winter snow mountains sway with the world breaking free deep rooted family planted in the dawn of my coincidence casual hellos kisses to change your neck you look up with those eyes breathing to the rhythm of one never-ending day what shall we call it when we see it ************************************* ***************************** warchild the phantom passed through me its thoughts melded to mine for a frozen moment again i resisted the urge to sing a song i did not know building vacant tunes lingering and spinning away from my lips tasting the texture of godless chatter bitter runes tossed to embers tales of forbidden love they removed from my child as i watched and took the blows without comment will the healing begin if they do not stop i am running and my feet do not touch the ground where i lay cheers for heroes i envisioned passed me by family of the blind gathering silently and motionless drama bear i pull one hair at a time and eat the candy before me soft and timely the hand goes up and comes around to find me waiting and bracing and embracing the sting of love warchild scars unseen on amputated smiles taken to the pile and forgotten reaching back a stolen relic cut without mercy upside down in my pocket bleeding trophy it may have been mine sometimes when no one is looking i take it out and unfold it and slowly slip it over my face hoping it will fit someone's coming oh my god someone's coming sometimes i get sugar cubes on my way to school *************************** fame the fog has lifted the one you know is long leaning toward nights and solemn promises gaze upon the mirror and spit the former self of destruction holding on letting go a scream exit stage door of this relationship and all the countless faces erased with failing memory and cheap wine cigarettes are my sex you tell your neighbor send your son to find some four year old pimp and their names forgotten written on your face wrinkled blank stare when yesterday laughed and wooed every breath you stole from time now demanding handfuls of the dust of your premature earth you sit in red and wait for the bulb to burn out you travel the valley where you fear the calm coolness of your skin touching precious kiss of youth turning serpent scaled handshakes of fame and misfortune beauty in the rubber gloves and bucket you kick down the black tile hall of the rest of your life you missed a spot ******************* antrim they are left-handed in denial lacking the ability to keep a secret a promise to become someone not the beaten ones not the ignored or haunted voided children of arguing "parents" they bring it all up like vomit and you swallow it quickly as the last supper they hold on to the past like rosebud melted years ago in the flames of regret social retardation by the hands of teachers taught without a mention or reason just a finger pointing outside to the possibility of numbness they are the graceless wonders of decisions penciled in notes in a file in a binder on a shelf they are the filed it is the world they know they are left-handed and left behind the door down the end of the hall can they listen to music? **************** ruins as I wander among the rubble i try to recall what stood fair or tall or stood at all do i imagine art as ruins apocalyptical excuse for beauty the lie to pass the time cheep sanity paid in full desperation in balance held while flowers burn in the pyre it's scent lifting attempting to drown the memory of flesh corrupting i remember now how to forget the clouds once white the sky my delight the dust i kick up some day will tell but today is mine for lack of design for words become sighs and 2 thoughts together burn i turn to see what I had heard visions lost ******************** timex she dressed me up to suit her wipe the white lipstick and replace with cherry lip gloss sweet tasting lies tan bucket from hell i saw it coming from the first kiss empty vain voluptuous death volcano of sex she hides her pain to take it off timex dress up 1 hour sleep and your mother everyone saw it coming the view from the cookie jar sugar rush and brain freeze my sister cried. have i lost? i was found on Christmas eve alive transformed turning from Tourette's cutting strings cobwebs dangling carving messages unto records garbage filed and in my right mind ****************************************** death the dark as death followed me up along the ivy covered wall i turned to watch it sail past the cemetary and the freeway observing my drive home waiting for the tick the door that opens wildly heaving with time gazing forward for the fruit of fall to leaves crisp and done the wind and gravity tussle fond rememberances among the bricks piled up to keep them from running the weight of the key slows me down anchored neatly to the back of my eyes shattered mirrors I was the branch or the twisted neck of a dove broken for what **************************** he color of rest i see past the blue in your eyes to the color holding beneath the surface blending my name with various reds and questions of fidelity i am lost in this spinning cloud of life i hold your hand crazed and determined to see your point of view elevation levels escalate to no return then go to them live with picasso or monet or whoever was drawn from the fountain whose tears were black petrified paint dredged up in love lost you who have no shoes twirl with no where to go but out every brush a stroke of pain muse killer wife silent wine turns to screaming vineyards mind splattered canvas museum quality insanity quiet village captured in blue tortured gardens explode blooms speak of mad times paint the blind man mad my palette does not comprehend and gives him sight and critical review once i beheld a scene I swore to paint one hand black with tears the other full of doubt who can know the vision of or stop the yellow from it's glow or red from cold deliver blood to wood and stone seize the sky sunburst the birds trees melting the mountain wanders the inward eye birthing ground hallowed source of when to capture the color of rest rearranging all of me *********************************** Pounding Last Call behold a head with no eyes an arm with no hand and a dream without a chance a book lays open pages marked and torn for process memorize the face it changes daily blank stare the table top for certain trusted brother mind the drawings ink lined junkie power summed up stagnant pools of response mark my transition from fame to frame powder kit for better highs the product sells itself the pounding last call burst the panic bubble downsize no one lives to tell only the tragedy replaces flames for wheat weapons for earrings togas for invisibility to be bathed in fruits of lucid dreams touched by passing of praise the flash of heaven on trial knowledge derailed flipped and buried green the new blue burning a hole the next cold shoulder thrown beaten to lukewarm her smile is crooked and her halo on fire she takes them to the roof she shows them the sign jesus saves the sky by night clouds drop nothing as they hang midair as prayers in flight declassify the mystery of love unleash the will of desire simplify the holding of hands misty is the only clear shot changes made in cigar-lit closets confessions chained to chairs secured for their own safety wisdom me down with worry lounge in my head the thousand series of events charades of help discuss the menu bellies rot deliberating luncheons and weekends off riot me an accountability sandwich logic crumbles to the dogs nourish the poor with sincerity greeting card death ************************************* the disadvantage of fate break off the voice mid sentence of thought pattern rebound glitters mountains of fake sound waiting sheltered from the storm of warning recalling facets I once rested on and wandered from taxi to taxi to hush small talk and eclipses of books we knew authors unknown and unkind stark thrusts of vision deluge vivid even for testimony the scrolls unwind the wrinkles of brain churning my sight to crayon melting death chants of golden women in glass cages my mouth opens and nothing over the grassy mound is a stream a table for two chairs and a cloud my limbs are weak my drag is slow my caution light fades to sirens red flashing i wrote it on the wall well i wished i had scratch my name into the wooden frame of my shallow existence i have too much to say of these thoughts in furious melody of time honored tradition we can trace the steps of madness back to you awakened from the coma a man gray and weary of sleep i ache to write the scenes unfolding playing out in my eyes what is my stake in this what do my answers reveal maggots fear my corpse angels decomposing to the delight of no one recent she doesn't go all the way back she starts at the dance once an eerie silence risk twice the finger tapping end you know even after all these years i am still in the mood for you parroting once a discourse pride lacking a medal for effort ignoring advances and the disadvantage of fate how long is my year where are the reinforcements plug me into the light ***********************************