Poem…….Strange Weather……

…….Strange Weather……

By the1000thepoet
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A child.
A simple question.
Did you hear the fuzz?
The day was blue and the zeal a buzz
My feet moved freely and I laughed aloud.
Then came a flash, up rose a convex cloud
When earth was wrought with iron, sand and stone,

No sound split air, submerged thick stillness, no busy tone

We sat on our hill watching our promises blister then peel.
Our minds were one and our wounds did heal.
My dreams were melted and then reborn.
Our heads, and images, memories – torn.
The lightning crashed and thunder struck,
Little did we see, the deal was luck.
In middle of the road I saw me,
Running
Falling
Crawling
Screaming
Sliding
Frying
And then,

Standing
Alone
In the future
Where we don’t know

Who are we, I thought was me
You are not only alone
Scared of what lingers on that far slope

………………Whence came the flash and the face of false hope………………

The Homeless Man

If you ask the man what his thoughts were, he might answer. His mind wanders like a bird searching for food. Like some finch jumping from black speck to brown speck, testing each for that familiar bitter taste. He sits there searching for virtue, for madness to set ambition free like a bridge holding back the flooding deluge of a volcanic eruption overwhelming the creek bed. The uprooted brown giants and the boulders mixed with bodies and mud and the blood of the earth…no one stands in it’s way…they all flee wildly foot after clumsy foot wild abandon taking charge of each toe. This is what is behind this mans bushy white brow…wisdom of experience fractured by old age.

But all we see is a crazy person. Someone unpredictable and frightening…like an irregularly shaped clump of rubber thrown full speed into the middle of the highway. We know not what to expect from this man except what we see on the outside…a smoking volcano rumbling with anticipation of releasing the eons of pressure.

Poem…Cloudy Nothings

Cloudy Nothings

by the1000thpoet

The golden thread of wispy clouds has come and gone.
Leaving me with a thought.
Here is my unbridled love of all humanity.
Let it sit outside in the rain.
A deluge of stares from dulled souls with sharpened fear.
Dirty specs smelling of clean earth…which is worse?
Should we clean ourselves with soap or religion?
God is found in every corner except that of a prison cell.
The culprit is me…let my unbridled sin burn forever
In a prison cell.
Let my love be buried deep in the soil…cool and damp…a perfect depth.
Then shall it sprout in the spring time of life full of green compassion.
Shine on me dear sunlight…confide in me your secrets.
I’ll bear witness to your presence like a lizard

Wise eyes and long tail wrapping on into eternity.

Johnny Briggs. Chapter 1.

Johnny Briggs was lonely, he knew that much. He felt something and that alone reminded him that he was alive with all the fervor he needed. The night before had left him drained but this was the language of his soul, hung over and guilty like some lone, sweaty, old shoe hanging by a thread on a power line. Ever since Darla left the shitty old room and him drunk and angry, he’d been on the binge, refusing to stop. He knew he’d been evicted and he didn’t care. Fucking old bag of shit. Shits. Fucking shits. Johnny realized he was screaming and looked up. A mother and her blonde haired child had stopped and stared for a passing second. Any other day, it would have bothered him as much as those red stinging flea bites, but the child’s green stare was like an electric shock. Johnny felt the gurgling and sickening familiar pull on his throat. The vomit tasted bitter and tears came to his eyes warm with memory. He couldn’t have seen the woman shaking her head and leading off her wide-eyed child. But the warm flow continued and an ancient wailing erupted from inside him as he chocked and sputtered. The bedrock of his heart had been cracked out came the burning magma of his misery. That sweet child, with the shining green washers in his face. Johnny had to figure out where he’d seen that unbelievable stair before. Somewhere in the dirty reaches of his past in some dark recess, he knew what it meant. The present moment, laced with tears, grief and vomit didn’t allow for sanity. His wailing continued until the officer stepped into view. What’s the problem here? His voice was rough and calloused. Sir, cease that racket! What’s the damn problem?! Johnny had lost, he cared not for hardened policeman, or pissing himself, or the small crowd that had gathered to fuck him with their stairs. That green-eyed angel had broken him in an instant. His madness had come full circle giving him excruciating awareness of the drunken gibberish spilling off his tongue in bursts. Somewhere inside his feverish consciousness was a small cube of clarity slowly making it’s way up through his memories. Then all went black.

…If you’d like to hear more about Johnny Briggs please let me know…

Poem…Trapped by Steam…

Trapped By Steam…

by the1000thpoet

Ripping across the sky
I found my inner poet-asleep,
Resting upon a pluming cloud…
Why lay you here so effervescent?
To which the poet replied,
I’m your sleeping monster,
I’m your dozing peace.
You let me loose upon the world
But you lent me no strong leash.
I wandered here to sun and moon,
They are silent friends with stares.
I witness skies turn blue to black
And angry lightening fly.
Why do you care, the poet asked,
After such a stretch of time?
To which my hand replied,
Outstretched in welcome grasp.
Poet mingled with wandering me,
We intertwined like red and white,
The pink thought arose of yellow rose,
Of home to grounded me…
The cloud then spurned our heavy tread,
And tossed us as stones we were,
Lightening clawed our faces,
Thunder jumped our veins,
The rain of rebirth ended twice,
And we became me again.
Now here upon earth and steady rim,
I await another dream-
Where poets leave us seeking heaven,
Alone to be trapped by steam.

Poem…The Coma

The Coma

By the1000thpoet

Reality is my souls keeper,
So much as fiction can bear.
The minutes fly by this ol’ sleeper,
And I’m stuck in the afternoon’s stare.
The lighting outside sizzles quickly,
And my mind races faster than air.
What happens to dreams when they fizzle?
Now there’s a question to dare.
I’m lonely inside blackened bones here,
But nothing breaks shored up despair.
When will you find me inside here?
I can hear you and this is my fare –
To the realm of sanity’s keeper,
And the green locker love of true care,
Reality is my sole keeper,
I’m stuck in the frozen despair.

The Beginning.

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