#steemitschoolofpoetry

Potential’s Conjecture Love How to know When it is real Or when It is just Potential’s conjecture Because judgement Stems From assumption Of intention Because jealousy Stems From assumption Of possession

There is a shadow and it’s all I see, your darkened steps are all that’s left. A sooty film,   a smokey haze, a blaze  from your fiery gaze. A burnt-out hole in the ground where you laid your burden  down.

What a glorious thing to see on a table, Or the sill of a window; Flowers severed and displayed for their beauty, A transient pleasure, Indeed. A vase finely blown From layers of colour Curved just so

A thin tin milagro heart, pressed and put to use, prayed over and smoked; worn out in task and time. A silly sentiment strewn about, pushed and pulled, stretched to meaninglessness. A gilded ideal, blinding

Somewhere along the line, the same line everyone is in I fell behind. I fell to the ground and became dirt from the grinding steps of billions of feet. And my tears and my bodily fluids created a strange

moonlight filters in through cherry trees over a locked trunk onto the plank floor pushing toward me I lie on silk cushions in a room without fire it finds my toes first All pieces are newly crafted and

There is nothing left but a silhouette, the fringe from an old drape, an empty house — a thin line. I plucked thoughts of you as they crept in until I forgot the memories of you. A tattered ribbon bleached

There are days when your words are salted earth— I cannot clean myself of them. There are weeks when your cold bitterness blackens my extremities— I cannot feel. There are months when your thundering silence

I buried my burdens in the earth. I am the earth. I let myself sink in the water. I am the water. I walked into the fire. I am the fire. I stand at the precipice. I step forward, and become air as I fall.

Sit beneath the firmament. Revel in the blackness, the roundness of your shimmering bits. A spiral of a shell twinkles as it turns in on itself as it turns the cosmos inside out. You are the glistening

Click the video for the spoken word as this piece is done in that style. I’ve got a rage in me A lava-fire and it’s growing I'm sick of their shit The dick-headed men that paw paw pawed at me when I was

When you come to my door, come cautiously, steady of step, and clear of mind. Sometimes there is no answer, just an echoing of the bell, then silence. Silence Echoing Other times, you may hear footsteps

There is danger lurking ahead, perhaps you should not go any further. I’ve seen your plate— I would suggest cleaning it, it seems wasteful of you. Is there a timepiece in your pocket that you must rush

I an empty circle a simple dot on a map a floating ballon II Us, falling apart, me, watching you fade away. You, asleep in bed. III Heavy in the heart, fire on the horizon — raining down ash-haze. IV A

Mama went to see the devil at night way out in the woods in the circle glen with crossed ways in and out. I know ‘cus I showed her. She said she had to think about things where she could hear her thoughts,

I’m trying to recall you and all I can see is an old-man-form in old-man-clothing, like Mister Rogers, safe and warm, and an antiseptic smell. Your energy though, has never left me; You hang in the corners

There were tears in her eyes And her heart felt so heavy Her flesh burning from her sins The blood on her hand flowing steady She has broken hearts in the past Everyone has at least once before But she's

Pink is the colour of control and pussy parlors of sweet smelling flowers and candy He hangs his clothing on her rack without thought and meanders about. Whose voice comes out today Whose eyes shall create

I want to preserve your radiance and savor your intricate weave, and colours:     That I may run my fingers softly over your pattern.      That I may lie nude upon your length.       That I may cover myself

Click the video to hear (and see) the spoken word: Every morning she rises and sits on the edge of her bed thinking about the day ahead as her dreams slowly fade away. Every night as she folds back into