By the tendril, sunset felt, Like weapons in my belt, Chemistry I can't question, Clarity in my bedtimes. So lovingly I make expressions, Like, at weddings, Desperate for marriage; By the ending, a farewell.
Canon roar, castles go, Grab ahold, gravel road, A rabbit grows, As does his habits, A hobbit grows, Shrinking his jacket. Life a la mode, What matters most, When paddling boats? Loneliness, A partner to boast, Havoc that leaves you alone.
I feel like an empty vessel cast away The only thing that hits my hull is the slap of a choppy wave I have no crew on board they all found the challenge to much The cargo I have is overflowing from deep within my hull The milk has soured & the whey of the milk is all I am able to smell I once was loved in such a way, the strength of it filled me up I know it is hard to see not that I am old & withered up The way she pulled me towards her, like there was always a rope connecting us The feeling this gave to me is far too much to describe I know that is is hard to see now that my ropes have frayed away The sails are saggy, no wind will fill them up My rudder seems to be broken, around in circles is the only way it goes I fill with dizziness, that is all too much & reminds me of the day the love went away I know I will never dare love again, this old hull can not handle it all again So I will keep going in circles seeing the same thing There is no joy, no crew to fix me up. The old milk, in the old vessel has been left on its own The stench will never leave.
"Oh, weep for Vietnam! The sick dreams Of passion-winged Ministers of War Who sent boys in, who never living streams Nor ripe rice paddies crossed to get their star. Their Draft which made men fodder, blundered not— Wonder no more, tho' sixty thousand slain, But fly there, where they fell; and mourn their lot Round their cold hearts, where, after their sweet pain, They ne'er will gather strength, or find a home again.'' ~ After Shelley, ELEGY TO KEATS
Caustic fools, ictus womb, Sickly youth symbolic, Less useful as tools; Into nothing I look, Root causes, congress, Dishonest responses; Old meat, new locker, Few cure, heal stronger, Video, feed, Alone, Me, My mind to wander.
Often at times, I find myself at war with my own mind, Unable to accept that that I'm unable to accept that I am but a speck of dust, Wandering aimlessly, Crashing into everything that I'd eventually grow to love, Then wandering off in search of someone who would eventually break my heart into a million tiny pieces until I'd convince myself to just give up, But our species, For better or for worse have an unwavering ability to persevere, So I tuck myself beneath this dirt seeking only solace from that which left me questioning everything, Until one day I push past the debris and rubble, a stock with a shadow, And with each and every passing day, I feel the life and love growing and shaping me into a stronger version of the person I abandoned in the grave I call these sheets just the day prior, For no pain will silence me, No discomfort will ever extinguish that which sets my heart on fire.
A doctor told me ten years But You will have all of mine
My boughs bend From the snow of your heavy winter But over my seedling, I will bend Until my boughs can weather no more
Once I Was Was I Once Whom I Am Am I Whom Whom I Was Once I Was
Understand and teach, Understated leaning; Two doves meet, screw, Too political to flee So peruse their feelings. Undo seams, view my being; What ensues is anarchy, Stop to stare at the window, What do you see? A world, without me; Call the children, in at once! It's not what in his heart, It's the way he talks! A speaking hall of mirrors, All it's brilliance lost. Chicken mostly water, Only poultry in part. Justice and peace, Butter and cheese, Elephant man feels, just like bad dreams.
For Mayor, for payment, For wages, forced labour, For most run four bases, For patience, no basis. Road changes like young brains, Record-breakers, the role favours; Horses race toward old age, and the coast as it fades; Full weight behind the sail, Like regulation of the state, Your neighbour, Your patron, Afford bravery for faith, While some live, agate, Judge races from inside of a cage.
Smaller seaming, Because he was younger, and brimming, not breaming, Avoided ringing doorbells, Wrote love poems, Fell for risks too far, Bridge too tall an order, Gambles on goon squads, Heart, drawn and quartered, Imagine waking to find that normal. If life was dimming, And one finds a switch, Would you first turn it off Or just turn up and live? If I started singing, Same time swinging my arms, Nobody listens, Not even to turn me off.
LIVING WITH UNCERTAINTY What if we thought of this uncertainty as Jews consider our Sabbath— As a sacred space in time? Stop traveling. Stop buying and selling. Stop working. Give up trying to make the world better than it is. Instead, sing. Dance. Pray. Write songs and recite poetry. Paint the pictures from your eyes. Walk amongst the leaves and the stars. Touch only those to whom you have committed your life. Sit down. And when your mind and body have become still, Reach out with your heart. Know that we are connected in ways that are both terrifying and beautiful. No one can deny that now. Do not reach out with your hands. Reach out with your heart. Reach out with your words. Reach out with all the curled tendrils Of compassion that connect us invisibly, To where we cannot touch each other.
quite literally they cannot spill out of my mouth into the toilet bowl fast enough green, neophyte, insensate swirling around in the clear, shallow water, they almost look like they are swimming ancient, ferric, turpentine its midnight on sunday afternoon and the morning never felt so far away verily, salt, halcyon pulling the lever, they swirl away, the letters sloshing together into a murky soup gestalt, vermilion, fear they turn into equations with no solutions when i bring my hand away from my mouth, wiping ouroboros, nineteen, baseless i know better than to brush my teeth golden, gale, corridor i know better than to go back to bed right after demilune, murmur, mirror linoleum, throat, nightgown listless, lucid, dreamer
Soul, devour me, Like happenings you accost, I'm happy now you've gone. Coal, empowering, Vikings clap, bugles call, Climbing walls, kind regards, A human heart finds us all, Claims to what Buddha was, But could it not? Where do I belong?
Averno. Y me escapé de las fauces del infierno Aterrado, completamente perplejo Por peldaños de piedras fui subiendo Lentamente un dolor me fue deteniendo Un dolor que peldaño tras peldaño fue creciendo Agudo malestar en cada uno de mis extremos Revisé buscando la causa de ese malestar intenso Solo para descubrir cuatro grilletes de huesos Calaveras arrastradas con cada movimiento Alaridos en las profundidades reclamaban mi regreso Daban la alarma de un escape en progreso, Alguien intentaba salir del reino del sufrimiento Era yo, que me arrastraba para no ser descubierto, Poco a poco continuaba mi doloroso ascenso Agotando la energía de mi andrajoso cuerpo Entonces advertí que no era humano, era un espectro Un ser pusilánime en un cuerpo descompuesto Un ángel caído tratando de burlar su encierro Sin previo aviso una carcajada me fue estremeciendo Una maligna risa resonaba en el infierno. Abro los ojos, estoy en mi cuarto, en el frío suelo Me levanto rápidamente, me observo en el espejo Soy humano otra vez, solo fue un sueño Pero la carcajada sigue resonando como un eco En la profundidad, en la oscuridad de mi aposento Y se añadió un comentario aún más siniestro No te descuides, aún te espero… Sigueme en mis redes sociales Instagram: @JeanCQuiros Twitter: @JeanQuiros Youtube: JeanCQuiros
I hear your voice upon the wind. It calls me, to come to you I follow the sound unable to resist like a Siren call to sailors at sea. Your eyes meet mine. The eyes of a lioness who wishes to devour me You pounce upon me and bring me to the ground onto your bed of lilac and lavender I am helpless in your jaws about my neck. Your fangs pierce deep into my flesh. Your jaws crush my last resistance. Your golden flaxlike mane falls upon me like waves of soft sea mist In my mouth and in my eyes, I look through the golden net which binds me Your lips find mine. Your tongue darts into my mouth and upon my face with the kisses of my submission. Your kisses go down my chest with your golden hair softly following behind. Your kisses rise back to my face with your hair all about me forming the net of my capture. Two breasts land upon my body like twin fawns playing in a meadow. They move and glide up and down my body. I reach to grab them, so smooth and soft You are upon me now and our bodies move like the sway of the trees in the wind. I am in you. You have devoured me. There is no more me, only you my Calypso.
An Invitation, Tracing my path, Jason Vorhees, Heart racing, bracing myself, Protein and more cheese, Chores for violations, Head and shoulders, Knees and the space between.