iamdew » Poetry

Cantankerous

Dew — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 19:53:21 +0000

Feeling like so much has stopped around me. I’m (not trapped) in this glass box watching shadows move around me. Not all of the shadows have faces. Only faces I recognize stand out. Mouths moving. I hear phrases. Words. Not trying to shut them out. just trying to focus. Selfishly. What’s important to me. Can only hope they understand. Hope they don’t take it personal. Afraid that its all for naught. I don’t want points for trying. I want to succeed. Pass.

Pass over.

Pass Out.

Get up and walk again.

Movement keeps me still.

Peace I find in the days of chaos
Like water running under the fountain
wasted
For mouths that thirst
Change
Repair and reap.
I move like lightning when the world says sleep
I sleep when the sun speaks
Hollow points
pierce focal passages
like gangstas creep
drive-by metaphors
Assasinated movement
tip toe sense-making

How many people have you taught the truth to today?

How many have you condemned for not-knowing?

Hypocrites, join me as I grow.
Walk along side the leader of chance taking
Wandering
Just wandering
Scared to death that the sidewalk leads me back where I started

Potential

Out of order and segragated from common

Sense

Less

Without

Synonyms, but I digress.

and that becomes the ultimate statment
when asked,

What if I digressed?

Present and past tense

Read once, meant twice over
over me
over fear
over this (makes three)

Either do or don’t

At least I did
Raise your hands, all who have

All who have not
Put your feet on the pavement
And catch up to my stripped down
Window Seat

I’ll be the body at the end of the row
Bleeding individuality
Bleeding purpose
Bleeding goals
Bleeding a once in lifetime chance
to stand up
Unscathed

You can gawk over me
and ask why
Or grab my hand and help me move this mountain

Shine

Dew — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 16:22:35 +0000

Sleeping on a dream
Half eaten by the sky
No room to remember
the taste of starlight revenge

How angry was the moon
to sacrifice his day
How tortured is the sun
to forego the idea of dreams

Jealous are they both
that I hang among them now
Settled in a twilight
That shines despite their envy.

A Screaming Moment of Silence

Dew — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 04:33:11 +0000

Tonight is a let my fingers take over kind of night. No format that isn’t destined. No words that haven’t already been written. I’m just the messenger. Shoot me. Move me, finally. Standing still is growing old. Like life. And tonight I want an out of body experience. I want to go somewhere I’ve never been before. See my breath.

See my life.

See my stars.

Scattered. Scattered. The moon mocks me. You mortals can have the sun. I wanna go where ants build bombs to find what sustains me. I want to be known. Understood.

You mortals can have your science. I’d rather be the contridiction that is. That was. That will always be as long as minds reach places God intended to stay hidden.

I’m trying to escape. I’m working to convince myself there is more than these fingers typing these words and a restless mind hungry for an existence.

Complete my sentence.

Punctuate my flow. I’m overdrawn on being a comma to ignorant to ignore the pause. Only God can place the period, so I need an exclamation. I need to question until the answers seem valid.

Until the sentence reads complete. Until the fingers stop typing and ants find their water on the moon.

Dew