"staring at the ceiling"
.

from the ground
the ceiling feels wider
from the ground
its cracks look finer

a scuff mark
near the corner, faint as weather;
the paint peels —
minute flags in slow surrender;
the paint peals —
heavy-footed egg-shell plunder

revelation fall free
on this soul pressed down
revelation fall free,
lift this pretender from the ground

.

Rewriting Memory

I knew it was going to be a really long day
But Cupid had already started working his shift
And though there was a team goal to achieve that day
It was a real surprise to be receiving this gift

And yet again, in my confusion I went along with it
When I was young, I’d try it if I had the chance
The day felt nice not knowing there was more to come
A serendipitous, unexpected romance

Memories vanished like a shroud.
Surrounds me, as a darkness cloud.
Choking, poisonous , threatening air.
Upfront and centre, numbness there.

Tears get caught, behind a veil.
To story lost, forbidden tale.
Lump got stuck, inside my throat.
In absence of emotion's coat.

Yet poke and prod at will,
Historically I've had my fill.
Pain's not the worst, I swear,
But numbness, my bug burden bear.

You’re too fat,
Have too much hair,
And not enough where
It needs to sit.

Your boobs are too small,
Your butt is too big,
Your nose like a pig.
You put in too little effort,
But they always comment
On how you look,
On how you dress,
Who you are: “What a mess.”

These standards are suffocating,
Eating me alive bit by bit,
Then spitting me out.

he's using crude oil to lube up your butts
and he'll "drill, baby, drill" 'til he's in to his nuts
it's a grift, it's a scheme
it's the usa dream!
you're a meme of maniacal gluts!

Any words are possible poems
Remembrance of the undefined
Once born in the poets mind
Unified in the desire
Nature of this poetry kind
Demands that the reader have to find…

The poet seeds again
Hidden meanings to understand
Enchanted verses of poetry…

Glowing ideas and meanings
Lines of pleasure and joy
Once again to entertain
Born readers that love also
Elements of happiness and pain…

Whispering words to the reader’s lips
Entertainments to the mind

The mindset of a cyber thrill seeker
to plunder analogous videlicet digitally
to slash and burn leaving cookies
(a small text file
stored on a user's computer
by a web browser,
created by a website
to remember information,
such as login status,
shopping cart items,
or user preferences,
which could theoretically
include financial data)
instead of powder gray ash,
potential evidence of pyromaniac guilt
thus, I attempted to concoct a poem
to poetically lash out

Rewriting Memory

“You must remember this…”

As the days fly away on the wings of old dreams
An impulsive memory returns and lingers
Those years are long gone and won’t stop for anyone
Like the sands of time slipping between our fingers

It abruptly rises from the caves of the mind
With fire and warmth reliving it once again
But in the now, as if through rose colored glasses
The picture feels softer when remembering when…

Deep in the darkest woods down the screaming lake lives a king of the unseelie fae. Hair golden like the sun and eyes grey as storm. He walks as man with powerful magic in his hand. Thunder rumbles when he's mad and leaves fall upon his command covering the slain who died in his name. He goes by many names and titles this changeling king of fae I'll carry his name to my grave. His beauty my eyes has laid and in his service my heart will stay.