Coytoe

scarred moons follow me home

watchful eyes move with me as I walk

when everything is quiet I can finally hear the noise

a million miles away someone else is looking at me

prayers for the passing of another season

the man on the TV said he’s ready to give us a reason

living can become such a routine

boxed inside a box

shipped from city to scene

burning to do what needs to be done

decisions hidden behind fear of the outcome

howling at the moon seems the only way to cope

maybe someone will hear and throw me a rope

Improvised Fix

I recently created a new type of poem.  Inspired by Haiku’s, I came up with a type of poem revolving not around syllables per line, but around a certain number of words per line, with each line representing a different part of the idea that the poem is getting across.  I don’t know if this is actually a new creation but I have never seen it done before.  I have no name for this type of poem.

This is the first one of many that I have created:

Receipt, Broken, Ripped

let’s go to heaven now

glue, paperclip

tongue

improvised fix

Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Lov. Lov. Lov. Lo. Lo. Lo. L. L…..

you’ve mutilated the one thing that means anything

and transformed the definition to serve your ambitions

a slave to your desires

you can’t see past your eyes

locked behind the cage in your mind surrounded by mesh wires

the one thing that causes everything

the reason we kill ourselves

the why behind our addictions

tonight I’m on a divine mission

cutting down your thoughts

distilling your sight into a single vision

watching reality as it is

as we sit together in this moment

look at her

and then yourself

you say you love her

but you only feel yourself

you want her to be happy

but you’re afraid to see her with somebody else

and that baby you carry

as a reason for being married

saying you love them

but never asked the thing if it wanted to be created

maybe that’s why Eve gave the apple to Adam

maybe that’s why we all sin

as a fuck you to creation

and if God is here then fuck him too

claiming his work is based on good principles

all your love is too small

barely reaching past your skin

maybe if we all just sat together

maybe you’d love a stranger then

before I get lost in what ifs

let me just say there’s never much time left

l-o-v-e

what does it mean

when you think about it what do you see

a genuine feeling of compassion for every being

an openness with arms stretched wide

not running anywhere, no need to hide

walking together

being alone and not searching for another

I’m trying to find a definition

without relying on the selfishness of fathers and mothers

but that’s exactly what everyone does and it leads us no farther

in getting to the heart of loving truly and better

love exists only in our bodies as a tingling feeling

in our minds as a thought

if you believe in anything else be aware of the snake oil you bought

love is a word

I’m not even sure if it’s real

but I know what I think

and I know what I feel

but it would be a mistake to label them as something special

as something that comes from someone else when they sit inside us alone

we can only ever love ourselves and hate ourselves

there are no eternals

there are no universals

fucked up, spinning around in space, chasing dreams floating around in our minds, and feeling our bodies

 

 

#NaPoWriMo Day 29: Neighbor

and I can only wait so long
before my mother calls me home
do hills listen to us when we speak
if the earth could talk back it would weep
I just wish we could really love each other
then I could lie here naked with no bother

#NaPoWriMo Day 17: Freedom, Let it ring!

I never knew there
was a price on freedom
or that we had to ask
who knew we needed them
can’t I just walk without a reason
I’m leaving home
without a question