https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/08/07/together-random-thought-2/

EXCERPT: COMMENT SECTION NEVER ENDING WORD PLAY  BY ME AND SEAN

You have transformed me into moments of Raindrops
Sunrays from roof tops
When I was closed you opened my blinds
You let in the sunshine

You put me on your gardens frontline
And vacuumed tears from my rivers rain
You soldiered lillies and butterflies that laid eggs on my windowpane
And slayed every dragon that dared creep into my brain
You squeezed oil from my rot
And brought meaning and love to every painful drop
We hugged each other like microphones
You made musical sound to every agonizing groan
It was music only you could read
It was the air only you could breath
And so
It will always be
Me
And you
Together!

http://seanbidd.com/

AND SO

HERE WE STAND

TOGETHER

I wonder if you knew

That you have one of the most exciting mannerisms I’ve encountered in this physical Dimension

I’ve said it many times before

And I’ll say it 1000 more

I wonder if you knew

I love metaphoric poetry! I am really trying to get away from saying what I mean in my poems. I want the reader to scratch their head and ask their selves “what does she mean?’ My earlier poetry “was so direct. This reblog uses imagery to paint the words. Words like coffin, battlefield, clothesline, diatomic, dynamite and my favorite passage, “pack my body in boxes

“This is a great read! Below is the direct link.

http://infinitendeavor.wordpress.com/2013/08/02/indigo-waves-2/

 

Hang me from your clothesline

Located in the backyard of your dreams

Wring me out with comments

Make me feel like I too, believe

…

Sink me in your diatomic waste

Full of constrictor dynamite

Fill me with skewers of justice bombs

Make this too, your flight

…

Sing to me the corporeal sea

Found in the beaches of Italy

Sadden the daylight counterpart

With dreams of night

…

Contain the sun

Hidden in your living room

Pack my body into boxes

And sink it into the battlefields

…

But no matter what you do-

Don’t construct love

The way a coffin

Of indigo waves

I’m words away

From exposing this poetic truth

You can’t take me away from my poetic roots

My garden is rich with colorful poetic fruit

Get you a glass come drink this poetic juice

I muse just to confuse

Filling up on poetic soup

Words dangling truth slippin’  poetic noose

Poetry has no justification

Only words I speak

Is truth!

Perizzites lay babies in my brain

Forcing poetic germs from these mythological veins

I write and put my random thoughts in mind carved frames

And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game

My passion has no mercy

It has no senseless shame

I’m sworn to secrecy

I have no poetic gain

And if I don’t write

I fear my brain will not regain

Tryna’ master the art of

Poetry.
Memory.
Listen.
Retain.

I am desperate to repeat what my mind has heard

I hide and take refuge from behind these poetic words

I savoir every image

I don’t want to waste it

Running from the anti-Christ

Because I know he will hate it

Using this poetry to sooth my poetic nerves

But the truth is I’m lost without these prophetic verbs

Words!

I write until my fingers bleed

Making verb babies to add to this poetic breed

And my garden is where I plant these poetic seeds 

For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read

 

So I scribe and plant poetic seeds

I’m addicted to these words

This is my pathetic need

 

WHO ARE YOU??

USE METAPHORS…

I am a spine filled ghetto

With intellectual notes

That gets stuck in my throat

Mid way down the words become my cloak

I claim not my thorn

I am a womanly girl

With Bobbie sox and Shirley temple curls

That pushes me to the masses

 

That’s right!

My thorn pushes me to the masses

And its mines!

And can’t nobody tell me about my spirit

That sees deep into those judgmental eyes

This is a drawling

Not to be confused with a real life event

I watched my chest

Only flesh between the earth and my breast

That heaved monumental particles of me

Fragmented remnants

Debris

Left behind

Shattered glass

Little pieces of me

I needed his bricks to build me strong

Nestled in his flesh is where I belonged

And so I wait

For

A steady heave

To blow deep in my chest