My favorite songs are not
pop, country, rap, or metal.
It takes more than titles
to earn my affections.
My songs don’t start with a couple
and end with a kiss;
those dime-store romances
are a dollar-a-dozen.
I don’t like the clubbing kids –
it’s really not my scene.
And gospel tends to get me down,
there’s too much brimstone in my blood.
The songs which make me sway
are the ones within songs
about the grace and inspiration
that kickstarted an artist’s soul.
I wanted to go into a little more detail for this next poem so that you all could have a chance to get to know the person behind the poems. Below are two variations of my new poem, Pandemonium. The difference between the two, however, is the spacing of the line-breaks. I wanted to show you all what effect of such a small change can have as well as the level of thought I put into the poetry I write for this blog. I hope you enjoy – and please feel free to let me know which variant you prefer 🙂
Continue reading → Pandemonium (& Get to know the author #1)
“Drink and eat,” the stranger said
as he offered wine and bread.
“Now please rest your weary eyes,”
and I responded, hypnotized.
Then he whispered, “Sum quod eris,”
before giving me a sanguine kiss.
The sun bent low to kiss the earth
which responded with such mirth
that the sky was set ablaze
with orange, intimate evening rays.
Swirl around, ye Reds and Blues
whose swift embrace births violet hues
ripe as the passion of their progenitors
and deep as the debts of their inheritors.
These damnable distractions
haunt my not-so-happy home
so I seek solace elsewhere
and pray they’re content not to roam.
The suffocating weight
which seems to permeate
this ugly, wretched mortal frame
as it’s screaming out your name.
I twiddle my thumbs and fritter away
the seconds, minutes, hours, days
waiting long for a sweet respite
which I know I will not find tonight.
Novel adventures:
revitalizing zephyrs
which save my spirit.
You were once so very jovial
but then you faded away
until we barely saw you anymore.
But when you returned in force,
your visits carried with them a grace
of one who’d overcome their griefs.
A (wise) man of two faces 