Wednesday, June 30, 2021

91

aching to feel a need,
aching to let you lead,
aching to be wanted,
desired, accounted,
to actually be seen. 

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

90

prayer for the night:

to Whomever is listening

may I dream of a rich world
full of a need for
something I can provide...

may I sleep soundly and deeply,
may I know little off the time that passes,
may I wake to a fresh new day...

may I find meaning
in what messages
come in the quiet of the night 

Monday, June 28, 2021

89

it's the same handicap for love
that plagues my artistry:
you'd rather murmur the words
than give actions to be seen.

you'll tell me that you liked it,
how I set words to page,
how they spoke to you
or said what you wanted to say;

you'll tell me you want to know me,
get to know what I hold in my heart,
how my muse brings ideas together,
how my mind sets them apart;

you'll say all the things
that I most want to hear...
but when actions speak louder...
you always disappear.

Sunday, June 27, 2021

88

I'd rather walk in circles with you
than go on adventures alone
(your company makes more difference
than you probably know).

it's not the distance traveled,
it's not the vistas found,
it's the company we keep
and the memories bound...

I've gone too many places
and seen too many things;
and had no one along
to share beauty in the scenes...

I'm not looking for a partner,
I'm not asking to be mine,
I just want to go there with you
see the world light up your eyes. 

Saturday, June 26, 2021

87

in the mountains
rainstorms are stampedes:
they chase you down,
a wall of water
coming for you...

in the rivervalleys
in the floodplains
rainstorms sidle up
behind you...
will it rain? won't it rain?
and release when
you've decided to
leave your umbrella
at home

Friday, June 25, 2021

86

stop missing and roll on through
third times the charm
car's still shiny and new
dashcams won't keep me from harm

when the trucks don't give
a rat's ass who they hit
just like the bullies I suffered through school:
wait til I turn the tables, bitch.

Thursday, June 24, 2021

85

when you've got nothing better to do
than accuse me of slacking off,
but you can't even see me...
you're just pissing me off.

you can bug me to do the work,
but to reply to your cries
takes time away from
working on your design.

if you just let me be,
I'd do it with all possible haste.
if you continue to hound me,
I'm forced to a slower pace. 

Wednesday, June 23, 2021

84

neighbor:
noun.
1
someone who thinks
they know what you believe
just because you share
geographic proximity.
2
someone who believes
that "fringe" demographics
live somewhere else,
because "you're such nice people". 

Tuesday, June 22, 2021

83

falling in the darkness
to land on your knees,
barely stand in waves and water,
lean at the slightest breeze;
but hold your goddamn head
and hold it high...
just because you feel broken
doesn't mean you can't reach the sky. 

Monday, June 21, 2021

82

I can automate things
but I can't automate myself,
stepping on uneven ground,
harming my health.

I can make numbers dance
but I can't keep a beat.
walk steadily on,
striding down the street.

I can explain things
that I don't fully understand,
but I can't be original,
I can't make good plans.

I can spin a tale,
but I can't sell a word:
people don't want to listen
when they want to be heard.

I can befriend you online,
but I can't get a date;
too many options
makes me feel second rate.

I can be good enough,
but I can't beat the rest;
they expect perfection,
I'm not even second best.

I can do a lot of things,
and I can do them well,
but everyone wants an expert...
not an amateur show and tell.

Sunday, June 20, 2021

81

cleaning is a minefield
when you discover things
you don't even remember having
about people you've lost

like two CDs
dated 27 October 2006
four days before
she died

"happy 11 month anniversary" 

Saturday, June 19, 2021

80

it's not about the where,
but rather the with who,
because going anywhere
is better with you.

Friday, June 18, 2021

79

as long as you're missing something.
as long as you've a hand to be held,
as long as we're going the same direction,
you can join me for a spell...

conversation is optional,
attraction doubly so,
company is more important
than nothing in common we know;

take my needs one by one,
find a target for each,
I'd take a hundred partners
to put completeness within reach;

spread myself out,
be one thing for each of you,
likewise be shared in counter...
the same opportunities too.

Thursday, June 17, 2021

78

if I didn't look too closely
I could be anywhere,
tethered between the trees,
in the wild somewhere...

Wednesday, June 16, 2021

77

I learned long ago
of myself in the world:
too complex to fit one,
so polyam' unfurled.

so I'm not looking for one
to match in love and life,
I'm looking for all and any
who'll join me for a stride

or two as we walk
along this road.
I'm pretty flexible
(or so I've been told)

so as long as you're missing something,
as long as you've a hand to be held,
as long as we're going the same direction,
you can join me for a spell.

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

76

of all the demons in the world,
of all the sins and temptation,
I ended up with a nice succubus
that just wants a conversation. 

Monday, June 14, 2021

75

the later later becomes,
the more more energy builds,
until the till is bursting,
and out all outlets it spills.

"I will deal with you later"
I can't wait to see
what you're gonna do,
what "later" brings...

...
...
...
...

...but I'm still skeptical,
you already forgot me once,
we've no arrangement in place,
and I get forgot a bunch.

so don't promise me "later"
if it's never coming due.
the brat will call its beast
and turn the tables on you;

and then we'll be nothing
because I'll have scared you away.
I'm frightened of the beast too,
of what it has to say. 

Sunday, June 13, 2021

74

he growls deep in his throat
as Tightpants draws his sword,
before looking around blearily...
"hey, this ain't my world." 

Saturday, June 12, 2021

73

"later" is like "tomorrow",
a promise never followed through,
everybody always forgets
until it's too late to renew.

I often fall through the cracks,
get ghosted on accident...
should make turnabout fair play,
ignoring the pleas that you've sent.

I've only met one person
who always saw me disappear,
who never missed when I left,
who knew when I wasn't there...

she and I didn't work out
for reasons I can't explain;
suffice to say she's the only one
who didn't cause this pain.

Friday, June 11, 2021

72

no guilt in
backdating my posts
fell asleep too early
worked too hard
missed the deadline
by a few hours. 

Thursday, June 10, 2021

71

a quiet voice
in the back of the theatre,
in the back of your mind,
in the darkness,
in the quiet...

voices are like people.
it's the quiet ones...

tiptoe up behind you
never hear them coming
until it's too late...

everything sounds like a good idea...
at first.

Wednesday, June 9, 2021

70

so many lists
and so many lines:
from Selma to Globe,
or the 'way of sunshine,

the expiration of rights
for certain copyright law,
or three score and ten
defines the strong...

and so many languages
it's sixty and ten,
because at twenty
they start counting again.

every number is special
in it's own way.
this is my
seventy's day.

Tuesday, June 8, 2021

69

think less like a mammal,
--there's too many voices.
and more like a 'lion,
--there's too many choices.

spread your seeds on the wind
let them float far and wide,
a net's too narrow
to find fun or bride.

I'm not looking for
anything long or tight;
something good enough,
just for tonight.

 

Monday, June 7, 2021

68

some people give me a bad feeling
like they're not really real,
they're just whatever you want them to be,
they feel what you want them to feel,

they say what you want them to say,
but it's never what you want to hear;
because they're only parroting sentiments
not actually turning your ear.

Sunday, June 6, 2021

67

love is not something we wind up
something we set or control.


for all that I love of spreadsheets,
I love what defies them more.
some things can't be classified,
some things can't be stored,

some things are like no other,
being labelled they defy,
but they're still a part of me,
a part of my why.

it's too easy to try to squeeze
everything into a box:
my loves, my hopes, my dreams...
easier to take stock

of everything in a list,
my self-defined inventory,
but the truth is... we're all human,
and that's good enough for me.

I'm attracted to humans,
no more needs to be said,
no more needs to be described,
and put your dissension to rest.

love is just like art,
a force that comes into our lives
without any rules, expectations or limitations.

 

--
Pink text: Hernando Fuentes from Sense8

Saturday, June 5, 2021

66

pride is for all of us,
no matter your hues,
all the spectrums
you sign yourself to.

pride is for all of us,
regardless how you appear;
it's not how you look,
it's not what you wear;

it's the feeling inside,
being persecuted for being yourself,
being forced to choose
between physical and mental health.

love what you love.
love who you love.

Friday, June 4, 2021

65

RED

not my colors
but I still show my pride,
they're OUR colors
and I'm not gonna hide:

ORANGE

for the freedoms that
the whole spectrum should share,
for the welcomes that
are too often impaired,

YELLOW

for the knowledge that
we all deserve to be loved,
for the promise that
our best IS good enough,

GREEN

for the hope that
tomorrow will still come,
for the prayer that
this work might get done,

BLUE

for the belief that
we're humans, one and all,
that we stand together
and we stand tall.

VIOLET

--
Yes, I know there are specific meanings to each of the colors and they don't line up with my stanzas. As per my last three poems, I needed a way to integrate the colors of the flag of choice (and the pattern of hair ties I wore on each particular day) into the lines of the poem. But with the rallying-cry-tone of this particular piece, they just weren't going to fit in-line. I also know the dark colors are hard to see with the grey/black background; if you can suggest a solution that doesn't look completely terrible, I'll give you a free poem request (which is a step above just a mere suggestion) to be redeemed when Pride month is over.

 

Thursday, June 3, 2021

64

I'm not a revolutionary,
I don't march in parades,
I don't write moving speeches,
people don't care what I say,

but I'm still a valid member,
still less NT than I seem,
I still have my flags to wave...
(navy, blue, white, lime, green) 

Wednesday, June 2, 2021

63

showing off my colors,
as simplistic as spite,
you won't erase me,
you won't win this fight.

showing my true colors
without wearing a flag,
if you know then you know
(white, gray, green, black) 

Tuesday, June 1, 2021

62

I'm not very demonstrative
so the most I might do
is a subtle splash of color
that's noticed by a few

of the more observant
people in my view:
three simple hair ties,
pink, purple, and blue.