‘Facebook Philosophy’ [response to Aaron Belz]

Every couple of months or so
a person that you do not remember
or connect to on any facet
of your present life
contacts you and talks to you and pretends
they know you or perhaps
they really do, yes, its more likely
that they do, but so much of your life
has disappeared behind a haze of
kush nights and tequila sunrises, that t
here is no hope of ever recovering who
they are or where they fit.

What parts of you are fading
with these many unknown adds?

My Tiny is a daisy, but mighty is her rowr


Aqua skies melt derision and deference in her wide wet eyes
She is framed by canary diamond silk streaks and sheets
A hollow cloud withers in her trembling hands and dies
All of this is hidden by Maybell masks for everyone she meets.

She is framed by canary diamond silk streaks and sheets
As he chips away the last shreds of innocence of eighteen
All of this is hidden by Maybell masks for everyone she meets
The tenderness he seems to give is really only mean.

As he chips away the last shreds of innocence of eighteen
She turns to face the darkness and declare battle deep within
The tenderness he seems to give is really only mean
The time has come to run away from eighteen years of sin.

She turns to face the darkness and declare battle deep within
The past no longer matters as she must cut a whole new path
The time has come to run away from eighteen years of sin
To embrace the truth of her now the word will know her wrath.

The past no longer matters as she must cut a whole new path
A hollow cloud withers in her trembling hands and dies
To embrace the truth of her now the word will know her wrath
Aqua skies melt derision and deference in her wide wet eyes.

My Tiny is a daisy, but mighty
is her rowring raging empty light smiles
Aqua derision and deference melt
In her wide eyes, she is framed by canary
wet diamond silk streaks and sheets of sorrow
hollow clouds wither in her trembling hands
and die, all is hidden by Maybell masks
She is framed by canary diamond silk
Streaks and sheets, he chips away the last shreds
Of innocence of eighteen years and tears
the tenderness he seems to give is really
only a curse, as he chips away the last
shreds of innocence of eighteen teared years
she turns to face the darkness and declare
battle deep within, the time has come to
run away from eighteen years of sin
she turns to face the darkness and declare
battle deep within,the past no longer
matters as she must cut a whole new path
the time has come to run away from eighteen
years of sin, to embrace the truth of now
soon the word will know her wrath, the past no
longer matters as she must cut a whole
new path. A hollow cloud withers in her
trembling hands and dies, Aqua skies melt
derision and deference in her eyes.

Samsara on a Silver Chain

the path she walks runs blood red rain soul deep
pouring hot copper taste over the smooth
pale black marble stones of such young blind lust
barefoot she treads into oblivion
and pants shallow wet breath and empty sighs
he licks away the crimson streaks of high
and levels the shadowed laced eyes of the
devil on hers
a stone swells desert dry in her gentle
white splotched throat and a shiver runs down on
spider tracks and imagined dreams of love
the breathless heat and garnet panting are
suddenly overwhelming, undertaking
as the world spins black in her empty eyes
and the light drains from the air all around
to puddle ashen rain and hollow stains
on dirty tile

On what our dad calls being “a girl in comfortable shoes”
[another response to Sister]

I am the bastard child of the second wave
And the hidden heart of the third,
I wish you would be too.

I stopped wearing bras when I realized
I couldn’t find an A without padding

I don’t have that problem anymore

On my first ever date we watched a movie
And I insisted on paying for the ice cream

I was the girl with all the boy friends
But never a boyfriend

Since then there have been six
But only one or two have mattered
Sorry

D.anica M.arie T.ayae [another response to Sister]

i’ll confess this to only you,
i have known her,

close your eyes to see the truth…

slender winter white nails rake romance against
cool coffee cream skin that flushes with the pulsing of the light
the world spins in checkers as questions
flush down the drain to nothing in her mind
white hot desires dance along the dark satin of subconscious
her body opens and sensual wet lotus flower leaves are
all there is, as tiny feet drip silk and fuck forever
panting gently on the floor with rainbow polished toes

everything is as beautiful as you care to dream it,

awake now or never
follow the shadows and carry all the colors of this moment with you
as you run into reality down the path of dancing dreams
into the merigold shack imagination world that is your soul


Our humanity is held in the sins we commit
And our divinity in those we choose not to

Paint your path

I dwell within the realm of obscurity.
I search for truth and magic purity.

My mind is a Jackson Pollak wet dream,
Where questions drip as splatters darkly gleam.

Kiss the mug and smile like you mean it

If I could tell you all the shadow secrets that I am
I promise, you still would never know.

BBQ Buddha drinks and
Never placid, candy splintered shattered soul.

Last year I spent my whole spring break
Never less than eyelash deep in snow.

There are seven serpents that make the color of my eyes
They cry but will never again see the light.

Petal wet and trembling flesh
Bare breath in red that never reaches truth.

I have seven self given injuries all the blood has gone,
Battle scar piercing I can never live without.

For the truth is, I am the end of star light
A neverland dream delusion Donut dancer.

Missouri Love Song

chase the shadows sinking
beyond the bend in back
her pale fishnet linking
is madness on the track
of purple morning love
that he expresses with
old rubbers and a shove
no not the pretty myth
she dreamed of as a child
pink and yellow bruises
the wrong passion run wild
this is what she chooses
nows the time e to run away
but he says ‘I love you Karra May’

Ballad of Madonna [ballad about a famous person]

Kabbalah goddess whore
Entranced by old folk lore

adopted 12 black kids
they wish they all had S.I.D.S

from naked Cosmo looks
to writing children’s books

Britney spears tv kiss
tabloid ploy hit and miss

lots of money spent on tour
most of it on Ensure

Pick and Choose Response #1: Jeffery McDaniel Endarkenment
A play off McDaniel’s “Heavy Breather Zoo” (10):

Hippie Zoo

Whatever happened to the hippie?
capitalist consumerism- Orange County, yuppy greed,
apathy, glass fences, substance control laws-
has rendered her free spirit obsolete. Who
will listen to her cause now? She is the floppy disk
of rebels. She tried leading a protest march
through Whittier College campus,
but only four people joined in,
which was a damn near heart breaking blow.

Should we go to Venice Beach or Berkley-
gather up the last few still out there, smoking
joints and painting banners in the wild,
before they go extinct, place them
in a special zoo, in eco-friendly cage systems, complete
with 2nd or 3rd hand furnishings- glass pipes, rally
signs, hemp blankets, Doors records and music
from “Hair,”- to recreate what their used to?

Perhaps a plaque that reads: Here
sits the hippie. She used to carry signs down
Pennsylvania Avenue and though flip-flops at
corrupt politicians and “The Man.”She lived for that
first rush of the crowd, the ground shaking cheer
that gave Nixon and congress headaches and her chills.

I. I don’t know why [response to Sister]

“Your people are really dark blue”
I don’t know why I lied and said this to you.

When you were only three,
An eight year old me
convinced you, you were an alien baby
that had been left on earth by its real family
and my mother had found you
in a porta-potty and kept you
since you were two

years old.

Your real family was on
Neptune of course never caring you were gone,
It was very funny till you
Cried, and our mother sighed
And I got grounded.

I guess I was just bored.

She dances in the shadow of black lace
Turns her head with bouncing black curls to face
The open night sky’s black shadow and debase

Herself with his pale kisses.

Somewhere-Celina

This is my response to the Pick and Choose book "Endarkenment" by Jeffrey McDaniel, who I find to be an incredible poet. This style stood out from the rest of the poems in the book, as the lines were very short and there wasn't much fantastic description. However, it was still an extremely powerful poem. My poetry tends to be jam-packed with adjectives with long descriptive lines that ease into my point, so for this exercise I attempted to emulate the concise power that came across in "Guidebook to Nowhere." It was difficult for me to write a poem in plain-speak without many descriptors but I learned the power of more direct, simple language and I really enjoyed the outcome.

Guidebook to Nowhere
by Jeffrey McDaniel

I wear a patch
over my right eye.
Not because
it’s damaged.
I’m saving the eye
for a rainy day,
saving it from
all this crap.
One day I’ll
go to the desert,
and I’ll switch
the patch to my
left eye. And
I’ll only look
at cacti, and
butterflies, and
jackrabbits, but
never in the mirror
and never at
the sky, and like
this I’ll train
myself to see
the difference
between what’s real
and manmade.


Somewhere

I wore a patch
over my right eye
to waste the left
and seal the truth
for one of those
tongue-dead days
when no more
can be said
of this world.
I went to the desert
to be in the company
of still, living things
still living the way
I thought things
should. What I found
with my right eye
was blindness
just the same.

Sea Dance-Celina

Sea Dance

The sky’s a salmon slice that seeps to blue
And we are artists laughing bare-foot-drunk
A sympathetic cloak of ocean grew
They sky’s a salmon slice that seeps to blue
Our toes were kin in spilling painter’s brew
The more the canvas spoke the more we sunk
The sky’s a salmon slice that seeps to blue
And we are artists laughing bare-foot-drunk

Currently Titleless-Celina

The sky's a salmon slice that seeps to blue
And we are artists laughing bare-foot-drunk
Our toes were kin in spilling painter's brew

Green Goddess

I feel nothing,

Numbness.

Taking over my body.

Oxy flowing through my blood,

Touch is absent

A non-existent memory.

Comfort from the rain,

Acid raindrops

Hit my pale face;

You run for cover.

I face the rain,

Melting my skin away.

The blood runs down my nose,

I hint a metal taste and

Cough a white cloud of chemicals,

A wasted breath.

The black ash

Collects on hands,

Beneath the foil.

A picture of me,

One year ago,

I look good.

Picture now,

Shoe next to face,

Profile picture,

Any angle captures the destruction.

Dark circles,

Targets for my depression.

People stare and wonder.

I know the answer,

They probably can guess.

Never will I be the same,

Scared for time,

from time,

Forever.

 

A Hit

I take a hit and hold it in
and reminisce on times we had.
Smoke and smoke I'm high again,
I take a hit and hold it in.
Inhale exhale, my high begins.
Give me love don't make me sad.
I take a hit and hold it in,
and reminisce on times we had.

Comrades

My comrades think I've sold them out
to enemies we cannot see without
submitting to the laws and rules abound.

They think I do not hear them plotting,
dreaming of just ow to dispatch me: "Cling
to the walls of night, be silent with the wire.

He might suspect already, so
we must be quick about it." Tonight I blow
the candle out, I hope not for the last,

I have regret that we will not
see the sun rise in the east again
upon the river that does not bend.

Her Favorite Scrambled Eggs with Tomato and Feta Cheese

Why do I care, you

don't like it?

Breakfast is the worst.

I Hate Pigs

Speed real fast

"Tick-it, clicket

now," he says.

Son of A Preacher-Man

The stars above do not absolve him, can't
pardon the life he's led up to this point.
He's wandered through without a sign or lamp
in hopes that some day He just might anoint
one of his awkward, stumbling flock with strength
to pass His great and troubled test. With will
used up and faith in question, "Go the length,"
down boomed a voice,"to Egypt. Spread goodwill
among your fellow man and be redeemed."
Alone and frightened sat our hero, dark
and shocking revelations shook the eaves
within his mind. His path beset, his bark,
a husk of hollow human form, decides
to not embark, but knows the judgment that betides.

Jazz (in the Upper West Side)

Back bent and begging spirit of
The ivory-classic band of teeth
His mouth spits grunts like cries of love
Urging his hands to spray the keys
The audience is jaw-stuck struck
On Cecil Taylor’s furious mist
Leftright leftright, a surgeon’s muck:
His fingers and their insides twist
Applause brakes eagerly, palms pressed
A plea to be patched up again
The savage tones disquiet, infest
As musical might makes mice of men
The walls produce a stern “ahem”
And try to find balance again

You Got a Hold on Me

The trees of green are all I see and hit.

So dark the smoke has made the room I sit

In circle with my love and long time friend

oh Spence your hair was crazy even then.

When lit you laugh and I drift in as well

So strong I feel the presence of your smell.

No fight she gives, a slut to those who roll,

Ignite with flame the greeness in the bowl.

She looks at me and gives a chipped tooth smile,

I sit and contemplate our love a while.

A sparkle off the imperfection shines,

to catch by glimpse and hold it fast in mind.

So when I hear your name a loud I smile,

your loves my first and has been for awhile.

sonnet

She nuzzled into my bare chest upset
That I could do nothing but stand and watch.
She knew me to be strong, which I regret
For I could not feel guilt, not by a notch.
This made me weak within her judging eyes
And I could not hide from the focused glow.
Why try? She could always see through my guise-
In which I once found vast comfort, then slow,
Sudden pain seared, hatred forging through.
I longed to push her hugging arms from me
But I abstained, my stand for her held true.
I then knew from her I would not be free.
To flee the only one who understands what I am
Is what I want, to be nothing but a sham.