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Crazy Today

Crazy today and I know why, but I can tell or I might die.

Knowing all you have said and knowing you messed with my head all just to go along for the ride

Swallow my pride walk with stride until life screamed to a stop

I tried to fight for us, tried to cry for us, but all was lost so I thought so coming to terms but yet still I squirm over the reason I’m back this time

Its not that I forgot and I am not still in shock but love for them both is what I find. My ex-wife thinks I am insane and My girlfriend thinks that I put her at blame I wont judge or pretend but i will extend both my arms out for her and stand behind or beside her I will not hide til she figures out life that truly I’m one hell of guy.              

             MightyNoname

                         03/01/2013

A Seagull

Floating, hanging

On the thermals

Of an office block air conditioning vent.

Buoyed as surely as the boats in the bay

By warm currents.

Then, littered chips detected by sharp eyes.

Pinions direct a freezing swoop,

Air-rippled feathers like bladed flags

On fingered oars, withdrawn tightly.

The speed of a dive, a reckless control

Unfelt by shambling figures,

Pedestrian beyond understanding, trapped in damp clothes

And dim thoughts.

The point points skywards,

The clenching ascent,

The sprinting swim upstream,

Then anchored in flaming morning sky again

On a free mooring for a while.

For a moment stood vulnerable, vigilant,

Indifferent to the spikes near a sill,

Swallowing the still warm morsel whole.

Then diving again, surfing the slipstream of an oncoming car.

With a ragged cry, a joyful savant

Shoots skywards, away, towards the sea.

 

 

la plongée de sirènes (the mermaids’ dive)

a garden of earthly bodies & their trapings,

sweat left, spilling hours of embraces,

left here to outline an endless path of dust,

only for, someday, a new Phoenix to retrace

a graveyard of long dead movements,

the ones i can’t ever seem to recall,

save a pull, a push, & a quiet going under,

i choke on the depth of their empty faces

float at the bottom, swallow the current,

lungs bloated by the poison of the hour,

the dancing game of mirrors comes to a halt,

they filter out one by one for me to cower

the moment emptied, i resurface only to wade

but the proof remains

& my bed - no longer made.

(mercuriale)

i want to give you what lies inside

of me : a raw, dying hell cry

seeks its way to the Light

call it forth with a glance,

coax it with the force of your hand

submit myself to your whims

lay me down in the coldest cold

extract all of the dancing demons

that haunt this carbon frame

only in the most violent caress

can you set fire to the pulverized

ruins & rubble that cage me

tranquil

heavens’ whisper, i fall to my knees
& collapse in the ephemeral weight

following the curve of your spine
until it becomes the small of your back

& fall further further further
ever further.

the air is thick as morning arrives,
my mind dances somwhere in the sky

oh, how splendid it is to be mortal
& to feast on the nectar of gods