hey....

[Mr D]

hey...
anything i say seems in dismay
and i still cant hate the late ones
coz im one f em
and everything i create seems to
disintegrate into a fray of
whirlpools of ash and clay
taking me memories i crave
of the start and end of things.

hey
can i try still to fly thru a dream and feel
of air and smoke and darkness all along -
can i fry my will into the stillness of the thrill
and brim into the light like linen and silk -
can i wake to lakes of forsaken pain and stake
the fireflies into the lies of sound and cries of sundering
eyes from the abyss in which they lie -
can i succumb to deaths low song of gritted beats and
sheeted rusty swords that sparken hope even in odds none -

hey...
i think im tired in some way or life balances less against death
and things left are less that those that left me to the cause and affect.
'coz im less me and more him that i was me before i understood im him.
and im a stone killer with the stone heart and a stone i am to be thrown away. or split apart.

hey...
ive got things to say forever
and it burns and pains me sometimes
that letters limits my leverage and time constrict my pleasures
of letting go and being whole and nothing more that i implore
the thoughts to levitate and thrust into the mast of existence to
unimpose closure.

but hey...
that s just the him i am today and if i may
tomorrow
just the opposite
ill say.

[Michaelwg3]

You change so fast it's hard to have a point of view. The words just flow and fall away, there's nothing I can do. Letter after letter, combining into words. Your poem has reminded me, my efforts are absurd. Thanks for just reminding me, there's freedom in all poetry and meaning is secondary to expression and structure just another form of linguistic regression. I lack your gift for words that flow and wanted just to tell you so.

[Mr D]

thank you my friend.... if it helps you, my method is never thinking of subject just searching inside of me and trying to relate as best i can those fleeting feelings that leave with a part of my soul attached ... like spreading my soul on a plane and trying to describe what i "see". and i never write coz i want to write because i have too many things bottled up almost to burst out. i thank you for your time and attention

[AoR]

Dang this is lyrical, akin to mesmerizing. The flow is slick. Great word choice and has such an effortless glide that I find to be quite engrossing. That second verse is amazing and delivery overall was awesome. Thanks for the read.

[Sara]

Woes that i can identify with, and stand back a bit and admire. It’s a beautiful thing, when feelings make something. A see a person within a person pounding away…