Have I forgotten who I am? Not when every turgid thought drags the ocean bottom, the silt clouding my mind with all the pain I wrought. Not when my perpetual aching heart is torn in two with every memory of … Continue reading Unforgiven. A poem.
I have spoken long with you so many, many times, each airy conversation measuring low on a Richter scale that never rises much beyond the surface— no evidence of my success just artful whimsy it never shakes your earth. Just … Continue reading Quake. A poem.
Photo. Poem. They sort of go hand-in-hand. Cheers Steve 🙂 Beach Cave. A poem. Your wailing darkness, meets with the implacable tide in a passionate nightly affair; a restless sculptor of eons, she licks your ebon sides and strokes your … Continue reading Upstart Photographer: Beach Cave
A curio of times past, rolling around a sea of fingers and palm, undulating on currents of virtual memory and static electricity. Tactile and fertile, like an ex-lover with time to kill and an ever-present urge to explore old avenues. … Continue reading Curio. A poem.
I was so into you— every thought, every move, was a riot of ecstasy that shook me to my core. More than destiny, more than waking dreams or midnight fantasies. You were the bottle and I was the alcoholic reaching … Continue reading Intoxicated. A poem.
The essence of humility Is all I ever need of be Humble is as humble does The other side of piety. I am forever in Your debt, my honour long impugned, you see. You paved the road with grace for … Continue reading Humble. A poem.
This shiver, a sliver of ions up my spine, a delectable point of contention on my mind shaping continuities of ecstasy, baking hormones in my pituitary, activated by your touch in mine. For more of my poetry, check out The … Continue reading Shiver. A poem.
Plebiscite Having endured so Now, a time of reckoning People’s plebiscite What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. Cheers Steve 🙂 For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Plebiscite. A haiku.
My love for you is bottomless without end infinite it is sunbeams and moonbeams and cluttered thoughts laughter and pain you are my sun and my moon and all the cliches in between and while your light shines I will … Continue reading My Son My Sun. A poem.
Another photo. Another poem. Cheers Steve 🙂 Lighthouse. A poem. A hollow betrayal; you were pushed aside and swept under the rug of failing and fatalistic light (what irony, it seems). A ship’s memory is short; they no longer need … Continue reading Upstart Photographer: Things#5
Am I mad and destitute on this anxious road to success? Or am I lost and found again in artless vanity and regret? Is this path I walk alone of the living and the dead? Or a marathon that leads … Continue reading Tonight. A poem.
Your kiss takes me to places I’ve been before and long to revisit. When the voyage is over I’m longing for that travel bug to capture and enrapture me again. For more of my poetry, check out The All or … Continue reading Your Kiss. A poem.
Unwanting This poor man walks in grace, so humble and contrite and wanting nothing. What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. Cheers Steve 🙂 For more of my poetry, check out The All or … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Unwanting. A haiku.
Dance on my grave OnE sTeP, tWo StEp, ThReE sTeP, fOuR Pat it down and into place OnE sTeP, tWo StEp, ThReE sTeP, fOuR Celebrate the death of me OnE sTeP, tWo StEp, ThReE sTeP, fOuR Now you’re done, wash … Continue reading Dirty Dancing. A poem.
What is this morbid fascination I have with the prospect of my own uncertain and certain demise? It reeks of gentle desperation, a perfidious need to know the outcome of a life lived in unconscious and conscious vigilance. No hangman’s … Continue reading This Morbid Fascination. A poem.
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