The Lazy Poet

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[two-bees-poetry]

so soft it hurts

[reluctant-propriety]

There is a God. Of that I’m sure. But I’m also sure there’s a devil. And do you know what that devil did? He tore off God’s arms. He hacked away God’s legs. He gouged out God’s eyes. He left him there in his own bloody heap. But he left God’s ears. So he can hear us down here, wailing and screaming, praying to him for help. And there’s a not goddamn thing he can do for us.

[reluctant-propriety]

Your honeyed silver tongue

Turned to hardened steel

Sharpened on a whetstone

Of disappointments and letdowns

By those who did not know

Just how much they held

[reluctant-propriety]

Me encanto

La postura de tú cintura

Lo brillo de tus ojos esmeraldas

La anchura de tus labios rojos

Y como se ve tú cuerpo con la lluvia

- Excerpt from “Tierrita Mojada” by Ed Maverick

(Edited for personal use)

[reluctant-propriety]

The way it was before

When I heard wolves at the door,

Howling, barking, scratching

Jowls dripping and slavering

I’d stand knock-kneed and blathering

Though I had always been hounded

By snarls and snapping teeth

Finally I was surrounded

And finally I found peace

For I felt my final breath was near;

I’d lost the will to fight

Life had never seemed so clear

As it did when I chose to die

Now I go

Once more into the fray

There will be no gentle good night

Now I fight to stay

When once I chose to die

[reluctant-propriety]

We are passions

Trapped in the hearts and minds of men

Winds rage against the cage of our bodies

Battering at the walls, screaming for release

We are passions

Feigning humanity

Believing each one to be its own

Finding all to be as false as ourselves

We are passions

Trying desperately to become real

We are love and rage and joy and despair

Whirlwinds, hurricanes, maelstroms

We are passions

And we will not be silenced

[reluctant-propriety]

I want to be wrapped up with you.

As though we were always supposed to be

one body, one heart, one soul.

Limbs entwined.

Eyes locked, ensnared by the depths.

I want to feel the pressure against my own. More than physical.

A substance of spirit.

A piece of you thought to be intangible. Though to my heart, it is sturdy as steel.

[reluctant-propriety]

Spring Reigns

Winter’s breath grows warm,

A great deluge sprouts flowers —

Watch as life begins

[reluctant-propriety]

If beauty was light,

she is sunshine so bright,

the eyes must go blind.

Yet a man will find

No need for sight.

For if her radiance was all I’d ever see,

I would live happily.

[reluctant-propriety]

I’ve given thought, time

And time again

Neither is enough

Though it is all I have left

In abundance

To wait and to think

To spend my waiting time

Thinking

There are places from which I can never flee

[reluctant-propriety]

Your breath, a hint of a whisper

Sparks flicking across my skin

Distance the breadth of a whisker

Ready to plunge into your sin

To cross the mere inches as miles

And find the bliss in your smiles

The second best use of your lips

Seeking the depth found in your hips

[reluctant-propriety]

The whole forest sighs

The wind whispers through the trees -

A breath of relief

[reluctant-propriety]

I sit, trying to think

The thought escapes me

The mind submerged, set to sink

Only the worst to float free

Thoughts burst like bubbles

Reminders of the edge

Reminders of my troubles

I slog, strapped to my sledge

Destruction by my hand

Pain of my creation

Set to inspect a desolate land

Lonely roaming is my station

[reluctant-propriety]

Her love is a greater gift than the grace of any god

[reluctant-propriety]

“Those who live are those who fight.”

— Victor Hugo (via quotemadness)

[reluctant-propriety]

Anwir Anodyne

[reluctant-propriety]

The Heaven’s nightly eye

Fixed high within the sky

Sets its gaze like a creator

On creation similarly cratered.

Pockmarked surface still shines

Finds a soul to which it can align

Rocky and cracked yet bright

Then hidden and dark as if in spite.

Upon those changing phases

One finds familiar faces

Those who live under its sight

And share in its pale light.