30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 5

Haiku

Dreamers see men in multi-colors

Where lovers don't fall

They hover

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 4

This man knew closets

This man knew closets

Like

winter clothes in the summertime

Like

monsters hiding in the imagination of young children

Like

porn magazines and condoms in shoeboxes

hidden from parents who maintain the illusion

that you're too young to know

right around the time when you've discovered

that you're just old enough

to blow

See

This man knew closets

This man knew closets

because he never knew the lust for a woman's touch

Never pressed for a woman's caress

See

He desired a more masculine approach

And he felt

Shame

Missing the thing

that he thought made him a man

So he hid

See

This man knew closets

And with his shame

Came anger

He clings so tightly to his fantasy of manhood

that he never manages to grasp

adulthood

One day

this man met me

And discovering he likes what he sees

He reacts in the only way he knows how

Confrontation is a pleasantry

when running from self reflection

Anything to avoid

this fight within

And I was blinded

I couldn't see his soul

the core that he blocked so readily with a closed fist

And if I could speak to that man candidly today

I'd tell him

I'm sorry

I'm sorry that I wasn't able to recognize

wasn't able to aid

didn't know what to do

in your struggle for sanity

I'm sorry I helped you hinder your growth

with my own clenched fist

Angry at an anger that made no sense to me

Well it does now

See

This man knew closets

This man knew cold dark fear

And as he ran from himself

he knocked me to the ground

See

His fight

will never be known

Because

He Will Never Admit

To knowing the deep dark shadows

Glowing within his own soul...

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 3

Mmmmmmm...

Running this bath water

Anticipation

It's been a long hour

Painful how the air touches my skin

Even more painful how this truth rubs against my soul

The friction makes me cringe

and beg for fiction

And so I run this bath

Intending to stay as long as life lets me

Finally...

I turn the faucet off

These lies will do just fine

Dipping my leg into them

I feel the warmth

of my own fantasies caress my leg

oh

so gently..

But I'm starting to notice a catch...

The longer I stay in this tub of deceit

The more I

remain

stagnant.

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 2

Protection

I sit here

Naked

with my feelings

Tasting.

A bit stale.

They've been locked away far too long.

in a box

labeled

Manhood.

Almost forgot the combination.

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 1

So, a friend of mine is writing 30 poems in 30 days and has asked all writers to join her.

Here's Day 1.

"Black Hole"

there's a black hole in the middle of my mind

daily i circle it

eyes wide with something too close to love to be called fear

trying to avoid

this inevitable darkness

inch by inch i get closer

like slow sex

but without the passion

relaxing

only in moments

when drug induced vision

allows me to look and see light

then

i upchuck my fright

and end up right back in the same plight

there's a black hole in the middle of my mind

in it lies the questions of my existence

the blessings I find myself missing

sometimes i listen

and I swear I hear in it

my voice

yelling in a whisper

barely audible

that I have something so powerful

that it can change change.

Choice.

There's a black hole in the middle of my mind

Everytime I get too close

I lose reality

Slipping into uncertainty

Until I find an epiphany to grab onto

and help myself

pull myself out with it

There's a black hole in the middle of my mind

And I would stay on the outskirts all the time

If I wasn't so damn sure

that at the epicenter of that black hole

Lives a

beautiful

sweet

sanity.

Poetry

I've written so many different works since the last time I've been on this blogging site. So, I'll be putting them up tonight, if i don't fall asleep first. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated. Thanks

Discretion

New Post, New Poem.. Enjoy.

I would very much like to meet you
like our eyes constantly do.
and i mean that...
constantly,
only
privately
because i understand
we could be great
and to be great is to be misunderstood
see i can tell
just from the way that last time
your eyes, whatever they were doing
they left
to gaze in mind
that we'd be right
hand-in-hand
not perfect
no... definitely not perfect
cause that's what life is
searching for perfection
and finding right.
yes, our right
it would have to be private
not that there would be anything wrong
with the thoughts you'd provoke
nor the words that we'd share
and definitely not the actions
the sweet
that drives both our bitterness right off the cliff of passion
no
there'd be nothing wrong with that
but
there is something wrong with
the people
the others who would see our touch
would catch our stolen glances
and send us back to our individual prisons
"hey, hey baby don't listen to them, they're still looking for perfection"
yes i can see it now
it would probably be a mix of love and hate
that would drive our love away
that is
if
we aren't discreet...