Posts Tagged ‘Believe’

The Forefront of Your Head

Posted: April 3, 2003 in Poetry
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Write these things In the forefront of your head And criticize later When you have no clue What you were thinking If you dare. Open the floodgate Of the pen to the paper And be damned the results When, for years, being careful Begat reams of blank paper And the idea you can’t anymore. Believe [...]

This is Not an Option

Posted: June 5, 1995 in Poetry
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Go now and learn; The process never ends. Go now and teach; This is not an option. You are the realization Of the hopes and dreams of your parents As they were theirs. This is the way it has always been; This is the way it shall be again. To the children you will be [...]

The Me in Medium

Posted: December 20, 1994 in Poetry
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Lost like your keys: I don’t know how I got here, Or if I told you How I got here, Would you believe? Looking for my suitable pocket, Reading the classified ads: “Secret Garden going bad – Must have proper key to lock it”.

I’ve hated myself for so long for other people other opinions, other lives: here goes my hair – look in the mirror, watch your steely blue eyes wink: lighthouses to steer ships by. Bring them home. Home is the sailor, home from the sea, and the hunter, home from the hill. home to your heart. [...]

a candle can move its shadows like the magic of an angel if you believe that it might be so. one word one attempted explanation and it’s war so I give up, keep my mouth shut and rot from the inside out. page after page of meaningless meaning to myself tonight to forget tomorrow to [...]

A Plea for Relaxation

Posted: February 17, 1994 in Poetry
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People treat themselves like natural resources (yes we are as part of the ecosystem – we can be useful) but expenditure like the burning of a ton of coal to light one lightbulb? I ask if this is necessary; there is a chorus of affirmatives from the millions who know no better, who know nothing [...]

Thinking About the Deed

Posted: December 25, 1993 in Poetry
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I’m going to be married. Sometimes I think it’s soon, sometimes far away. A quick decision? The right one? Will we last? Will we continue to be happy? It all has to be waited for and seen through – there is no substitute, there is no guarantee that anyone can fully trust. Love is a [...]

I’m looking at myself in the mirror and wondering who the fuck I am – wire-rim glasses, two day old growth of beard; cigarette dangling from my lower lip. FUCKING POETRY – I’ve been gone so long, writing to myself, watching my pen bleed from word to word across the page, tasting every letter, thinking [...]

yes I write poetry, I’m a poet and I can’t crawl in bed with you when I’m hurting; my heart was shattered – a wine stemmed glass on the freeway a sheet of glass and a baseball a face of a clock thrown to the pavement into slivers silver slivers shivering silver slivers and I [...]

How Angels Fly

Posted: September 27, 1993 in Poetry
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angels never think that they are flying when they really are – but they know and wonder when they look how far they’ve come – they know that they’ve been trying – they did, and have been, because they have believed some.

I Want So Much to Believe

Posted: September 9, 1993 in Poetry
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I want so much to believe in love that can be touched and felt: something I need to glue together all my heart. each time I fall into that trap, the sweetened chute of love, some part of me can hear the snap of metal jaws that slowly close and lock. each time I fail [...]

Chanting

Posted: June 14, 1993 in Poetry
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you’re going to scream at me but I’m chanting I can take it throwing words like broken mirror pieces of me beating the pinata of my disguises but I’m chanting I can take it breaking accusations over my head scalding me with tears that I never wanted to bring to you on the silver platter [...]

Las Vegas

Posted: May 18, 1993 in Poetry
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one all these slot machines are screaming at me, hurling forth these awful noises like upright pinball machines amplified and winking with infernally fueled lights, glowering metal goblins hunkered in military rows. zombies run them, magnetized to the pull-bars. coin after coin after coin fed like morsels to squat and greedy quadripalegics to be digested [...]

a bottle of wine and a sunset, a beach a place to sit; this is what I’d like to do with you to believe. I believe you can summon dolphins and that you’re a spirit, an angel. I know of our fears of demons and of blue bathroom windows, ouiji boards and my piano playing. [...]

I am still here; encased in steel, frozen in flesh; I am still here. the I, the me, and the one and only: Michael, an Angel, this quality, definitely the most beautiful man regardless of position and opinion. building and building my building, my self: a tower of faith in feelings. I’ve mortared each brick [...]

Lecture Notes : Quality : Part One

Posted: January 18, 1993 in Poetry
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as a man, I have searched for Quality, I think in the smoke of my pipe-bowl, sometimes mistaking it for “truth”; I find it in the wind that catches my clothing. as I’ve grown, I have wanted to love so freely that it was change to a zillionaire: giving without thinking of the response, or [...]

$ympathy

Posted: November 16, 1992 in Poetry
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so nothing happened between us. is that what you believe? is it easy to forget me? is it easy just to leave? I don’t want your sympathy. I don’t know if you lie when you tell me that you really love me. what do I believe? I don’t want your sympathy. don’t stay if you [...]

A Dream of a Ship

Posted: November 9, 1992 in Poetry
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I sag into my bonds, bound to this wooden chair with water from my eyes six inches deep on the floor. I feel all alone on a ship gently rocking, back and forth, water rolling, sighing from bulkhead to bulkhead. my head is down and my hair is in my face but if I was [...]

Godzilla Cometh

Posted: June 2, 1991 in Poetry
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I talketh. I open my Mouth. I speaketh unto You assembled here tonight. the Lord cometh in the Guise of a great Reptile. Fire he does breath, and with Blood does he quench his Thirst. I tremble in humble supplication unto the Wyrm that does prescribe the manner that each shall Perish. Enlightenment shall come [...]

I wish you a dinosaur and a penny I wish you enchiladas and dolphins I wish you love and chap stick I wish you coconuts and grassy hills I wish you an earring and pencil lead I wish you whipped cream and blood I wish you happiness and pen ink I wish you a treehouse [...]

No-one’s Watching

Posted: November 20, 1990 in Poetry
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the universe is more fragile than you think. let your billiard ball physics take note of it. Things just outside paper thin partitions; madness overwhelms the left-side brain when the Right is given free reign. don’t try to explain away the phenomenon – your senses will rarely betray you: listen, smell, touch, believe. patterns are [...]

Ode to Pepto-Bismal

Posted: October 2, 1990 in Poetry
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lovely and cool, pink and minty stuff, quell my queasing stomach rough. calm the bilish oceanic waves which slosh within gastronomic caves. unleash thy pow’rful soothing mood upon my restless and acerbic food; bestill the tides which yaw and heave it is in you that I trust and believe.