Leave off the slave's soft cruelty

Leave off the slave's soft cruelty

The worms that eat your mind

Beware of friendly sympathy

To feelings not your kind

Ours a wretched lot, to bear

the joys of Spring, + bury them

Some would deign to take our

rotting corpses + marry them

Truth is splashing in the stream

Follow footsteps into dreams

Winding paths, terrible wrath

Nothing's what it seems

Fire burns to carbon dust

Sturdy stones in which we trust

Precious metals, clothed in rust

fail to shine, yet beckon us

       on into the Nightmare,

       Midnight's vanity

       Dawn discovers right where
       we left our sanity

Ode to the Winter Solstice

            What is this effluence that rises deep within

            the midnight hour when bleak reality reveals

            her hidden hand, conspiring vibrant fruit, and Man

            can sense a stirring far beyond the barren path

            of opulent, bejeweled, fattened, clinging hands

            that wait to wring the neck of the gay firebird

            and quell the longing heart in desperation vain,

            but wither like fair Persephone’s narcissus?

            O, how I have felt it these past few weeks of late:

            the inexplicable desire to see my thoughts

            inscribed, immortal like some new constellation,

            the sky to set on fire as Helios cannot.

            Throughout the pain and anguish of my days, which drive

            the wise to this inescapable conclusion:

            that Heaven can’t be stopped by some hypothesis,

            it slowly does occur: Winter’s finally here.

12/21/14

@dGabeEvau

Untitled, Untickled

My mind is moving
so fast it'll never
catch up to my heart.

……………

Life's enough
to make
you cry

……………

The little
  poem sat
and stared

……………

have you ever ridden on the
wings of angels or rid the
sky of cloudy confusion, have
you ever told doubt to go home
it's past his bedtime?

…………..

The moon is sad
the sun
went downstairs

……………..

Pain, my friend,
when I saw you last
y'r face was forgettable
but I pulled you out of the crowd
and took you in as my own

now as we play silly games
around the house,
pulling you close or locking
you in the bathroom

I want to know how long you
intend to stay and how
popular you are w/ some of
my other friends

I called you back when it seemed
you were gone,
I shattered this palace of glass
for you and let you in thru
the bathroom windo

…………………


Almost stoned on sadness
    on boredom,
    on simple chaos of
    everyday life.

Latenite wisdom gets a
    haircut

Lonely bedsheets mourn

No more black sheets,
no more white -------

I want to live the rest of
my days in blue scarves

I want scarecrows to keep
  doubt from flying in and
  consuming my harvest

I want moonlight on my
  sweetheart

No more cities and beds,
 I want to SEE the stars

 I want to BE the stars

I want to prove to the
  sun that we're here
   to stay

I want to pick ripe clouds
    from the sky
    and weave patterns in
    children's hair,
    weeping

        Ah, but how can I ask for
        these things?
        And who do I ask?

If I knew you,
God,
this would be easier

If I knew where to
  look for you,
If I'd forgotten you
  were right here all along
  inside
  and all around

If I called down to you
  from joy,
  from weeping sorrow,
  from innocence,

God if I called on you in
  my darkest hour
 
 after committing deeds so
 vile I made the Devil
 look like a Saint,
 after I was such an
 angel the Pope blushed,

 if I called you when I was
 lonely
 or now that I'm in love,

 if I asked for your guidance
 +  2¢

if I screamed into the
    void
   
    "God I need help!"

    would you answer my prayers?

    I don't believe in God.

    But please answer them,
    just the same.


……………

Why does the little girl
want to grow up
like her mother?

+ the little boy
wants to stay
right where he is

……………   

            THE EVOLUTION OF LOVE

The evolution of love
  from an infant

  sees something shiny
  wants it

  how to get this ball
  that keeps rolling away?

  how to catch the world?

The child
 in kindness
   
    going about things
    all wrong

    Adolescence is a cocoon
        but in adolescence

    love kills itself

   Himself, herself---
    the attacks are merciless

   But love grows up,
   and now U C love's
   caught up with us

  and we're all adults
  all of a sudden

when just yesterday
  love was teasing little games

  teenage words only age w/ time

And no amount of wishing
  would bring back
  the time when

  I watched you
+ I loved you
+ no amount of wishing
   would bring you back
   (there was no wishing involved)

   I picked up love like a book
to read + it kept me up all night

   I picked up love like fever
in my soul

   I picked up love like
unborn children from school
write notes of love
and don't notice what's
going on around them
which is love

   I picked up love like a
chick at a bar + girls w/
money in their thighs
wrote me off

      But I'm the rich
man tonight.

………..