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love lasts
anger fades it’s a preference a choice i made fear buried with the spade of time leaves space for love’s memories that are only mine early dawn light is grey with sweet pain warm tears join with summer’s rain filling the street of longing with quiet sadness love lasts it’s all that remains
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tis the season
as the black eyed dog hunts my psyche i imbibe substances dulling the senses creating a grey gauzy space a shroud between him and me but the black eyed dog waits patiently for the fog to clear then continues the hunt relentlessly More poems at: www.jamespangel.ca hesitate
i didn’t mean to your eyes, unblinking patient suck me in deep and now i know i can’t reply the gulf widens like a crack in the lake ice as you turn away the crack expands and i sink into blackness More poems at: www.jamespangel.ca a sensing,
a feeling starting deep within me self armoured tree, its sap trapped inside has started to flow again i let your kindness like cool clear water seep into my well-defended soul mornings after nights and days of wonderment leave me vibrantly tranquil i hang up the phone and soar into the sky through clouds and back into myself tonight is a lifetime away salty tears of joy form up but don’t spill in anticipation later lying beside me your hand touching mine power, raw energy flows from your fingertips through me around me and then i feel me flowing to you into you through you and we are transformed i woke up one morning
and i was under water the water flowed easily through my nose like really thick air and then out my abdomen where gills had appeared i didn't have to breath just keep slowly moving it was so nice to lay on the bottom of my room and look up at the distorted sky, without any panic i could stay here all day i run
from the cold white rays of the sun my heart empty as i slide away from the dark void of loves residue echoing down empty corridors like a child's laughter after they've left the room torn emotional fabric barely holds hope slowly rethreads the needle weaving texture, stronger, lighter simpler more elegant but somehow incomplete waiting for loves return to add vibrancy dimension colour to say i don't get it
would be an understatement but don't mis-interpret me i don't hate it rhyming words at the end of the line set to a beat i could buy with a dime talking about booze, drugs and sex life is a party taken to excess that's all it is, that's what is seems i'm a millionaire party boy in my dreams i guess it's really hard to make things rhyme and it's even better if you commit a crime but good for Snoop and Drake they cast their thymes upon the land and in the end they made it man to say i don't get it would be an understatement but don't mis-interpret me maybe i could make it be patient
like the ambush predator waiting in the fog of consciousness for that moment when a flash of light the light of a new insight illuminates the grey synaptic landscape and starts a cascade of of pleasure until the idea is fully formed and swallowed whole and your creative hunger is satiated for now she said she needed space
in that instant the universe like a sucking wound dispersed my soul in random pieces glittering diamonds of hope and joy spreading away from me i ask why i want to push harder my mind says no i shout NO and this only pushes her further away endless days fold into endless nights her scent still lingers on my pillow a scent that is only her as the dark blue dawn turns to grey and i awaken to another endless day flavour du jour
activism distracts us from the big issue facts fall first then language loses meaning in a vast sea of relativism where the raging individual asserts god-given rights feels empowered unfortunately as the waters rise they realize too late they have never learned to swim and their god-given rights mean nothing |
AuthorI started my "Poem-A-Day" writing exercise back in 2010. It was a way to get into the habit of writing everyday. It took awhile but once I got into it I really enjoyed the process. I took a break in 2023 to work on getting "Carbon Copy" into the wild. I also wanted to re-read my poem-a-day scribblings to see if there were any unpolished gems amongst the rubble. My plan is to post one per week in my Blog. Find "Carbon Copy" at: Archives
September 2024
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