Matthew Bass, 6 october 2012
(You)
Sublime and calm,
pecking and cooing
at the unseen side of my brain.
A breathless hug pinning my body to the floor
asking me to come hard and let go this time;
sometimes it´s on the floor
sometimes it´s on the bed
sometimes it´s in a book of poetry.
I hope and dread but secretly wait
for you to tickle me with your soft syllables
to pull down my arms
and massage my lungs
until they fall on top
of my broken heart.
But
you
do
nothing
When you finish,
you just dance around in the air
hanging from a thread
with your damascus sword.
Blow me kisses on your tip toes
and say:
"It´s not time for that yet"
I almost walked away yesterday,
couldn´t quite cross the bridge!
Maybe I will today,
I hope.
Matthew Bass, 6 october 2012
Is it to much to ask for something more than
dopamine and ((pulsating)) cromatics
beating and shaking
against the walls
counting time
until
your middle-aged 2 A.M. destiny...
that never seems quite as good as it could be,
and you´re left singing karaoke to a wall
once your best years have passed you by
while everyone else gets drunk
fantasizing about
the fear of yielding to other´s desires
and you´re ass.
Is it too much to ask for a little true love?
Romance isn´t dead, but your bleached hair
and fake tan are; standing helpless in the cross-rhythm
of your insecure shoulders, just so you can complain
about something else. A rook in the relentless assault
to commodify one of the last few things
not ripped from our chests without anstesia just yet.
I will not forget how to dance on thin membranes of air
lifted by the scent of chivalry
because not all is sucked out by:
text speak and faux-paux dispositions stuck to listas
and empty stares batting themselves to death
looking for open doors to E-Classes and X5´s
with drinks full of secret ingredients.
Is it too much to ask for something beautiful
that goes a little deeper than damaged flesh
hung out to dry on glossy meat hooks?
To care about something more tangible you obviously
could never care enough to try an understand?
Matthew Bass, 6 october 2012
I am alone today,
Alone in a cobweb
with friends clamoring
from the kitchen to the porch.
Alone in the jokes bouncing off antique windows,
alone in my own smiles and laughs, and an ominous feeling
I share with no one. I am anonymous;
as a face in a dark pub
comforting itself
with feigned ignorance,
much like the night before.
Did I fall asleep? Does it matter? Do I care?
It's said:
Time heals, everything arrives at a rightful place.
I know that already, it's hell.
Yet I hope
I want to hope
I need to hope,
if only day to day.
I could write you, express my love in abstractions
though you would not answer back, even if you want to.
I feel your graceful movements
as real as they always are,
then you kiss me in the awkward moment, and kiss me again.
I say stop, shutdown,
clean off the beer cans
stacked on the glass table
and you put your arms around me
just before I fall into you
on a white leather couch
because,
I can only hold on from afar,
Glenn McCrary, 5 october 2012
For each morning that spawns
I evade your virulent dialect
Each syllable born of your orifice
Is embellished by grisly tones
As helpless I am forsaken
To canker in ire
To awake is to honor the culture of the universe
Though your miserly revelry ceases to deliver amity
Whilst your exploits wither into oblivion
patty turner, 5 october 2012
everything she cares about,
is slowly,
painfully,
coldly,
disappearing from her lonely life she has...
day after day lying in the same place,
looking that the blue sky.
how much it changed in those years.
lying there in pain,
feeling warmth from the tears she cry.
the snow slowly fall on her;
you see the water rushing down
then.
you see her jump and disappear in the winter water.
Gert Strydom, 5 october 2012
When the early buds in spring begin opening
and each bird a song of joy does sing
I see the sunshine in your golden eyes
and to me your love does great happiness bring.
Gert Strydom, 5 october 2012
I love you past reason and meaning
and constantly you climb deeper into my heart
when the days disappear into oblivion
and new seasons start continually.
Gert Strydom, 5 october 2012
Even if every yesterday wants to fade
and I do not know what tomorrow holds
there still is something of our love
that constantly remains with me.
Gert Strydom, 5 october 2012
There is something great when in the dark
in the distance we hear the dogs bark,
while your hand creeps warm over my chest
and your voice sounds sweet as that of the lark
and comfortable we lie together and cuddling
while the dove to its mate does continually sing
and even when it’s raining and thunder blasts down
being close to each other is a really great thing.
Tribhawan Kaul, 5 october 2012
Silvery rays from the sky
will have no meaning now
never same will be the dawn.
Waves shirk to embrace beach.
Day sobs, night weeps.
Breeze no longer rustles the leaves.
Flowers robbed of their magic.
Fragrance no more validating their love.
Cuckoo loses her voice and
wait becomes redundant for dusky eyes.
Heart is drained of emotions.
Mind in the process of evaluation.
Body limited to the motions,
as some one dearest
to the heart, mind and soul
first loved, then left
never to return.
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