Shadows cease
The long dance of day disappears
And Burns into a final light
Of blood orange skies
Flames of past loves
Rise up engulf the wandering souls
We are approaching together
No mist will rise with in my eyes
Only sleep beneath the stars
Restless for the tomorrows
I wish would never come
And what about the children
When the world is no more the idyllic
A vestige long forgotten
Beauty stained forever
From the insanity of being
I am the smoke
From long ago fires
Drifting endlessly
Caught in the stream
Carried away
Curling within myself
A lost child aged.
The Good in Our Lives
Whether it is need or want
We can argue,
Your eyes tell of unfulfilled desire
To be held, entered and released
I carry those eyes in my mind/soul/spirit
This is the nightmare of the darkest kind
This is the daydream one only hopes to experience
It is the embodiment of all that is good in our lives
The Screams of the Beast Within
The arch of your back goes higher
You release a sound between and a growl and a sigh
emanates from deep within your soul
my hand tightens around your neck
restricting you slightly,
holding you through the ride
you shutter slightly and pull me in deeper
your eyes widen, they tell me you need more
no words are spoken
you are far from satiated
you grasp me tighter
and raise your body higher to meet mine
until your shutter grows to uncontrollable heights
you release your power as it flows
and I meet the release with another breathe
and the exhale of the beast within
screams with unrelenting passion
the fall is higher than we both anticipate
but the fall is one together,
entwined in everlasting dreams.
Darkness sits on the abyss
tempting, bringing me to the edge
fingers, like brush strokes
Trace the smoothness of your heat
like a match, ready to ignite
explosions are held in check
lasting until the wick is spent of fuel
aching to release
but the grip tightens, softly at first
a rush, needing a want, floating
the edge never forgives
teetering inches away
moments are hours, days
the whip cracks, and you fly away
never coming back
until the ride starts again.
Tarnished, not only the bronze
but this so called humanity
living in past light and faded glory.
We are guilty of non-emotion
false hope rises every four years
and the revolving door
keeps on churning the chaos.
My school days made more sense
every year a clean slate
every year not measured against the past
every year a new goal
not the rehash of human waste.
We won’t survive,
our deaths will be in vane
for all the worth of a bronze vestige
for all the worth of naked souls
and another lost cause.
Raise your fist
sit for America
i don’t care to notice,
your actions are your deeds
my actions are mine
as i sit in disgust
of the america i once knew.
Depression is the ragged shard
Found in the rags and waste
Humanity has long forgotten.
It is the slice that draws blood
Without the cut of skin
Without the telltale bruising
It is the soiled newspapers
Days old but somehow still relevant
Covering the loneliness of the forgotten
It is the vestige for the victimless
The last step off the plane
Returning home from the wars
The feed the frenzy
It is my comfort.
all these words
every line and every letter
my thoughts, hopes
mostly despair and unfinished dreams
hang in mid air
like a pinata, dangling in anguished suspense
you want everything to be for you
and it is, just take it
but sometimes, no words come out
they sit in my head, they are the most endearing
they are the deepest of loves, afraid, always afraid
not everything can be hit with a stick, not these
and they hurt the most, wanting to be out there
no where to go, sentenced to their chamber
not even a ghost of their whisper
can be known.
I am lost in the softness of the rain
Which run small rivulets upon your skin
Unsalted tears from the heavens
You were born to wear this velvet sheen
The beauty of which gleans on this summer day
And as rainbows grace the skies
And flowers shimmer in crystal light
Your love floats upon the heavens
Where once my youth once craved everlasting
To be holding hands with you on moonlit dreams
Poetry of Steve Manolis 