A Confession. (Written 23/6/11)

I've been in this chasm
I've been in this cage,
writing the same limmericks
for page after page

I've held myself here
out of old awkward fear
clipped my own wings
and kept them that way

there's no need for imagery
no shortage for metaphors
of horizons and sunsets, birds taking flight
no need for witty rhymes, right now

this, is a confession
an honest reply
to the valleys and ages
of Me and I
of the times I've spent
licking wounds in the womb
by myself
because I'm scared
like everyone else

so this is a toast
to those girls that I never kissed
to the nights that I've never lived
those feelings I never felt
because I too was timid,
just like everyone else

in my mallied magnificence
I recount those days
where I played in the rivers
and made love to men
where I lay in the sunset
saved the queen
where I rescued the princess
and all the other adventures I'd written in pen
all those journeys I'd been on
in my head

Fantasies, is all that
they are.

I'm Out Here To Grab Life Violently By The Throat and Fist in The Asshole With All My Might (Then Perhaps Caress It Gently and Make Friends With It?)

Imperfect diamante; contrasting then combining.
Swag.


A crowd's roar
A humble heel's rumble
Crystalline horizons, held on heights
Thumping nights and driving lights
Gorges caress and faces of fate undress;
Inside dawn windows of dusk redress
-
A quiet morn sunlight, held in haze
Soft mornings with love, hushed daze
Smiles and quiet sights
Stills so right
Ever gentle gift
upon sands shift
quiet, Loud
soft-Proud
Amongst trife:
A livéd life.

Class Haiku #1 (Written 20/6/11)

stale shuffling stillness

cold curled, carped coated crime

ticking time takes       me

school bores me sometimes.