poetry
Alone…
Alone
Lost
Angry
Hating
Wanting
Needing
Love.
Searching
Floating
Void
Sane: empty
Insane: Full.
Waiting
Vulnerable
Aching
Screaming
Lunatic
Struggling
Caught.
Loathing
Despising
Murdering
Fearing
hating
Love.
Darkness…
Darkness
I’ve been filled with it before
and knew I couldn’t take much more
The blackness filled me to overflowing
yet I managed to keep on
going
I waited it out
I made it through
Forgot about the shadow
when your light shone through
I never knew darkness could get deeper
So far beyond fear of
The Reaper
I knew that there were worse things than death
Just not that it could be the next breath
Blackness
caught me unaware
After allowing me to care
I thought that I had made
it free
but it was just toying
with me
Such a sick joke
evil smile while I choke
Don’t know if I can make it past
But when I’m gone
darkness will last
and last
Wants…
Wants
I don’t want what I need,
I just need what I want.
Sometimes the line between
desire and require
becomes blurred
Sometimes my thoughts
become slurred.
We all know the difference
even as we fool ourselves
There is just no excitement
in luxuriating in our necessities
Regrets of a smart phone…
Illicit,
I miss it
Excitement has died
with nothing to hide
To get set down
whoever’s around
Just a tool
No one to fool
No clandestine meeting
Or 1 thing worth repeating
No sexting
Is vexing
No amateur porn
Life so forlorn
Forced to be legit
I might as well quit
Rub a dub dub…
RUB A DUB DUB
—————
Alone in my tub
Hands too busy to scrub
‘Cause every pass puff puff
Is from my right to my luft
But the right hand doesn’t know
What the left one’s doin’ yo
That’s the trick
When the suds are thick
I got lotsa bubbles
That cover my troubles
And suds that totally hide
My slippery slide
In my dreams…
“In my dreams I see fiddlebacks among the fiddleheads” ~ Kiddo
KIDDO’S POP QUIZ
FIDDLEBACK OR FIDDLEHEAD?
Guess which one can be made into a tempting, savory side dish
with 10 minutes prep and 10 minutes cook time?
Which one has been accused of entering sleeping people’s mouths?
Which one is venomous?
Which one only has this nomenclature while immature?
http://blog.jimbaileyphoto.com/?p=167
http://blog.thebutcherandthebaker.com/2012/04/recipe-sauteed-fiddlehead-ferns.html
I peeked…
I peeked…
during savasana
as I surrendered in the dark
My eyes gently opened
to show me a dream world
The puddle of sweat was
a sea rippled
by the warm breeze
of my breath
soft candle light reflecting
across the surface
like golden moons
The soft voice of this world’s
goddess encouraging me
to let go
I peaked…
during savasana
as I surrendered in the dark
Savasana (shah-VAH-sah-nah; Sanskrit: शवासन; IAST: śavāsana), corpse pose
Post yoga poem…
All the parts of me
that eyes can never see
are doing a happy dance.
Neither girl or boy
the true me is perfect joy
rockin’ out when given a chance
The mirror shows me
alone on my mat
breathing and flowing
From dog to cat
Finding openings
that night had closed
becoming myself
As I posed
Body moving in time
controlled and calm
mind awake to the sublime
connecting is the balm
I came to find out what I need
not to name or judge but heed
I knew that I had found it
when I realized..
inside I was dancing
~Kiddo
S.k.Y. My yoga
Ruminations with Kiddo
~Ruminations with Kiddo~
You can give up your obsessions but they can never be replaced.
No matter how you distract yourself there’s always that obsession shaped hole inside of you.
Sometimes you can get far enough away from it that the void begins to appear smaller
but if you even whisper into this emptiness the echoes reverberate revealing it’s true depth
and instead of fading away the echoes swell and expand with a ripple effect
as if you’ve dropped a peculiar stone into a deep dark well of madness.
Is it too much to want?
Is it too much to want?
Too much
to desperately want
to be
desperately wanted?
To crave
to be craved?
To be
some sane person’s
real life obsession?
Too much
to want
to be constantly
on someone’s mind?
Too much
to thoroughly
touch
to actually find myself
lost in their scent?
Not That Anyone Asked Me... 