Ocean Unfilled

Ocean Unfilled

An ocean of time spreads itself thin.

It all leads nowhere.

It is primal and pleasure.

Scream of delight disappear

as the bell rings out to trained monkeys.

Free will is an illusion.

There is a single drop of pain in a vast sea of still paleness.

All I have is now.

I keep my monkey brain still, present.

Life In Wonderland

Life In Wonderland

Life was agreeable which enraged King.

After all, smiles mean conscience has stood up to towering shelves.

 Being a simple man of sympathy, his purpose was consolation.

He swam to the bottom of the ocean to regain purpose.

Instead, he became a bursting bubble in a bathtub.

It will all dissolve in time.

Poor sport did not see her coming at all.

Alice from Wonderland whimpered to the grape vine.

“Stupid Green Monkey. You can not fly,” she declared.

Apple was not hypnotized at all

So Spiraling Top Hat hypnotized it

causing Spirited Glass to spring to its feet

 causing Package to jump into the light.

I guess this is what life is like,

raging with bewilderment.

Hidden Exposed

Hidden Exposed

I was hidden yellow, beneath

flowing lines of speckled pine.

Your smoothness breaks

into my life of plainness exposing

my shiny ecstatic bareness.

Hair

Hair

Lushness spreads wildly.

Ends kiss her pale skin.

Folded kinks sweep shadow across her face.

Eyes match with sharp darkness.

 Brittle breaks display remnants of an untold storm.

Opaque light plays creating different shades.

 Life seeps into the strands.

Softness draws out hidden splendor.

I crave to slide my fingers through it.

Have it twirl and wrap within my palms.

Grandma

Found this while looking through poems I wrote when I was a kid. I was apparently eleven when I wrote this. I teared up while reading this. I miss you Mimi.

Grandma

Goodies upon goodies

Sweets upon sweets

That describes my Grandma

when she’s making treats.

She holds me tight when she

whispers wisdom in my ear.

That’s just one reason

I’m glad she’s here.

I listen intently when she

tells a story.

She’s in the spotlight.

She’s in the glory.

I look at her with the

Kitten in her lap

and the dog sniffing

her ear and I

know that she knows

our fear

Now it’s her birthday

and I’m going to remind

Her . . . . . . .

How much she means

To us . . . for just being

here

Dolls

Dolls

I am going to be trapped

within this dusky space

Airbrushed faces will

encircle me

Beady Eyes will

blankly gaze

through shiny blonde ringlets

worn as stolen souvenirs

from children’s heads

Oh those Eyes

will ensnare mine

in an eternal staring contest

which I

will never win

Instead I will stand frozen

My body

dipped in porcelain

My eyes

dipped in molten glass

I will become

naked of human blemishes

I will become

one of them

Unable to blink

Unable to rest

within a perpetual void

I am going to be trapped

Eyes

Eyes

A heavy contemplation of

the advance into the future.

She stares into the void of its trepidation.

Bluish clouds prickle her neck hair.

It chillingly reminds her.

Will her life become a story of history repeating?

Tremors electrify her skin.

She closes in on herself.

Clouds flood in flashing bombs

beneath her twitching eyelids.