30 Poems in 30 Days

[4degrees]

16-2

holligraphic vision
looking right through
the soulless, invisible
flesh dictates existance
choke down another slice
of man-made life

kiss until we're breathless
then crumple like the dead
the essence of one yesterday
like fossil in a head.

 

[Yoron]

seeing you drive
sitting in the backseat
I fear for my sanity

what else can it be
An empty rest stop
A dolls arm in the gutter
forgotten dreams

this time I will do better

 

[PandoraGlitters]

1/1The bubble in the amber

From the side, especially
you can see the bubble--
the last gasp of some creature
released and held.

It was a breath like this one
this one that lifts our rib cages
and then with it goes all

of the regrets, the passions,
the ache in our bodies that cries out
all that is left to do
tired arms still fit to carry

the sleepy weight of a child.
Rocks to secure the banks.

 

[4degrees]

16-3

spatter words, paint
walls and trees like
a shootout, leave
this hollow body to me
just exposed
a position of duality
free form reality takes
its tolls
it rolls like ecstasy
this taste is fresh as always
like it happened only yesterday
slave to the unturned page
seasons change and change
but still remains, lick it dry
like a mother, like a
new born calf
leave no trace of mental placenta
heave it over the edge
let your eyes grow large
the sight of free falling
captivates and crushes
my rush
push it away
silence occurs but
some dogs never stray
from the one who fed
them most.

 

[Yoron]

Dreams what are they
A muffled sigh in the night
A lovers touch

None of the above
Ports to hell

 

[PandoraGlitters]

1/2 hoop bait

You come close enough and shine brilliantly
from light glancing off blue-black wings
dancing on the branches of synapse,
against the curled fingers of memory

almost close enough to stay. Your pollen speaks
come again tomorrow. I might not notice
the flash of metal or your meat hot wrist.

 

[Yoron]

Now when you dream what do you dream about she asked
I stared at the wall seeing a ant being devoured

Hungry she asked
Then we had dinner
The spider and I

 

[4degrees]

16-4

mused by meat and metal
nothing unusual-
attractive visual centered
smack in the middle
of an otherwise dispicable
individual.
gray and silver seem
so very complimentary
on reds, a thing that takes
me away, reminding of
the core nature
lack of future fades
please displace
and recover this mess
from the dirty ash
where i sit.
in a circle of charred reminants
letting it wind 'round again
just one for
old time's sake
for my sake, can't
you break away
this limb

 

[PandoraGlitters]

1-3spitzer

we have become a door that lurches from the breeze
against its brace, rattling
the boundary of private and public
and you are stopped again but not before the flush





(I'll come back to work on this I promise. Tired from work tonight.)

 

[Unbridled_Passion]

I want to try again 2-13-2008

let your soul be free
to soar with the eagles
gliding effortlessly over
heartache and pain

let your mind be clear,
clear as a crystal blue stream
flowing around problems
you may find

let your zen be pure,
keeping the good and
purging the evil lurking
within your karma

so that you may find happines

 

[Yoron]

You like
I do
so
do we
not
that she said
leaving me in quandary

I turned the wheel and your number came up.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

1-4

He put a shot glass on her booty
to see if she was callipygian and hot damn
the men compared conquests
fifteen feet from where their children run
from the marble steps of this meagre empire.
This parkinglottreesbuilding block
on which swinging dicks
are sold in brown bags.

 

[Unbridled_Passion]

3-14

a heart-shaped picture frame
simply decorated with X's and O's
holds a picture of the most
beautiful toothless smile

 

[4degrees]

16-5

a solid surface
underfoot is a poetic force
like colors or feeling,
rounded tops of cobblestone
are liquid verse
walking becomes swimming
and the atmosphere
turns heavy
weighltess, but heavy
straining to propel through
something thicker than
water
thinking
while gliding with effort,
'learn to swim'.

 

[4degrees]

16-6

he's steady
crushed and inflamed
with some vibrant
lust-rage, i'm burning too
alternating current takes
us down one wire and
sizzling through the next
opposition excites
keeps a flame afire
i'm not quite jaded yet
smothered hope gets
a next breath, its that
virtual mouth to mouth
getting me through it
workable method of
keeping me warm
keeping me from the
bluish cold of lonely.

 

[Yoron]

when in doubt
walk on by

Otherness
touching a virgin dream
are you soiled by maturity
life gives good head

 

[4degrees]

16-7

blistered disposition
easily broken and flayed
open, the sting of
bared nerve against
just the air proves
nearly too much to
bear
fear drives the inexperienced
but pain is the force
behind every move made
it must be intense
to be felt at all.

 

[Yoron]

When looking in my mirror
I saw my dream of you
and in every face a bit of me
where does it end

--------Ah lets do it once more-----------

A mirror broken
splinters on the ground
makes me facet's of your soul

walking
buried deep into my soles.
as I'm dreaming all over you

--------------------30-!-----Ohoh----I'm soo dead--------------------- )) ----------

There came that day of waiting done.
That journeys song a constant call.
This time the shortest yet but furthest all.
A one way ticket into a dream

His hope to meet that one at last
Her of his dreams within her.
Just a moment before the night.
And if not , at least to peace.

 

[4degrees]

17-1

and when the dream ends
any recollection sifted like sand
alone in a crowded mind
not unlike a friday night theater

my meter, tick tick away
leaving it negative
measure circumference
of a human's nature
by the length of flesh
behind the fly
writing on the fly
take no time
or re reconsider
this reconstituted man
this mirror
this dry packet saying
'just add water'
saying
you're just like father
saming and naming
in vain breaks one up
like chunks of rock on
a platter, no matter
it's all blather

but i'm back in.

 

[Guest]

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[4degrees]

17-2

future words of the wiser
the kinder
may penetrate someday
saturate passion's decay
in attempt to mend
a self inflicted shred

revisit it again
only the names and places change
but the story
the words and hurts
and fleeting belief
stays the same
take the in away,
leave it just tense
and commence to live
lessons like vanishing time
these years just keep growing
and what is hardly three
feels like the whole
of my life
now its just a
hole in my life.

 

[4degrees]

17-3

it was overdrive
seat belts were non existant
i slid while you steered
into you, against you
down on you too
coastal two lane
like a snake
parting conifers like
a hot blade,
sucking cock while
you downshift
it was then when
the brake and the gas
were confused
the vanishing dream
is something like that airbag
deploying and smothering
waking me up from
your drive

 

[Guest]

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[4degrees]

17-4

what we are
twisted within sweaty sheets
static friction
passion electric play
with living words
watch me act out
with full lips and
hot spots,
imagine this gaping maw
sealed tight with meat
rubbing ridges with
that silky shank
eating you alive
never one last time
a red cavernous mind
longs to feed me more

 

[Guest]

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