mania

The first thing I ruled out
was mania

My money makes more - multiplies

and the clothes in my
closet come out

costing not more
than a few dozen dollars
or so.

The Glorious Dream

For so long I was wandering
in the crushing, painful dark,
anger uncontrolled, and I-
cursed with the blackened mark.

Then you revealed, with tearful eyes
within my glorious dream,
the secret that was locked inside-
its piercing, golden gleam.

That you were sent- far from me;
you'd love me if you could,
and though it was the saddest day-
at last, I understood.

And even though, in life I know,
It's not reality
I do forgive and now must live-
the Truth has set me free.

The Golden Summer

The caramel of the sun rays
matched the caramel of your hair
while the dust of dreams and dandelions
danced on sparkling air,

Beneath blue skies, we sat in
fields of summer roasted wheat
with the whispers of used whispers
left to wander at our feet,

With crimson lips of cashmere
and gleaming azure eyes
amid your feathered words
were anything but lies,

With bark behind our backs
there was no need to rush
even as the skies turned gold
from orange evening blush,

Never could this moment fade
but never could it stay
I promise I will not forget
any moment of any day.

-Dedicated to B.S., who was only ever perfect.

Mini Haiku Day :)

Just a little Haiku today :)
And this is a first because I've never written a poem about this particular person before.



How to make me smile:
the scintillating ocean
in your eyes would help.

A Distinguished Journey

I saw a giant hawk today;
It looked me in the eyes.
And with its shining angel wings
it took me to the skies.

From the air I saw the world;
All emerald and small.
And though the bird was shook by wind
I did not fear the fall.

Soaring over mountains tall
and oceans just as green,
I saw the treasures of the Earth
as I had never seen.

Approaching near to heaven,
but closer to the Earth,
I was as close to perfect
as I had been since birth.

At last he set me down again
upon the sparkling dust,
I'd rather just go on with him,
but return to life I must.

The Dreamer

The worst day of my life
appeared before my eyes,
as swiftly as the wind,
as silent as my cries.

The day they found my secret
was the day they strapped me down.
They wanted color - beauty -
but my world was black and brown.

Before, the world was vibrant
and I lived my life in bliss.
My secret once was special;
My secret here is this:

Everything I dream
becomes reality.
They make me sleep for their rewards
and all the waste is me.

Past

I wrote this for poetry class a while ago (2/3/10), but I really liked how it turned out:

I Know a Man
By: Robert Creeley

As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,—John, I

sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what

can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,

drive, he sd, for
christ’s sake, look
out where yr going.


I Have a Friend
By: Kate Ratliff

And then I tld my
friend, because I am
always talking, -Dan, I

dclrd, which was his
name, your soul lasts for-
ever, please

do not fight against
it, or else, you'll leave &
why not, spend that time in heaven,

live, he sd, for
crying out
loud, yr going to die.