Just Stories

In my lazy left hand, I grip the dregs of mercy. I can not see her. I can not call or write her. Oh god, she does not even know the sound of my quivering voice. Yet I have spoken her name twenty times a day for five years.Who among you knows how truly silent the written word can be?  Who hears those prayers, when it is only a name spoken in reverence. Spoken to the empty... In my weary right, I hold a hidden rhythm. Somet...

Tonight,  I vow by the spirals God wove into my fingertips,That if  I am not poet perfect. I shall never write these words again. "I love you, Basil. "I stood in the eclipse of a rainbow. I cried two even tears that the sun had killed the storm clouds. I lost something I want back. I lost the memory of the first time I glimpsed you. My love,  I lost it twice. How callous God can be to someone so careless. My flesh has bec...

Some work is far too real. The grand stuff of usefulness. Can you imagine the right hand of God (atom.)As he wandered the fresh reality and gave it names. What kind of insight and sacred creativity does it take to say this is called sunlight? Did he create syntax, diction,  phonetics? Doesn't matter he was just useful. I have a running fantasy a delusion if you want to be insulting. I want to be useful to God like that gu...

I’ve never written quite so many poems as I have for you.Now fiddling with formats,I find myself going *mew*.I love you, Aria...To infinity,times the powerof infinite love.

'Doing' Words Superlatives and adjectives, are words that do describe. A verb-ing word is a doing term, behind which I can hide. Full stops and commas - I infuse, with words to halt or pause. Without such things, I'd soon be seen writing un-verbose? I get so tired of trying to be, thought of inter-est-ing, I use the words upon my page to try to say some-thing. Anything will do, to provoke you, into verbage or admission. W...