Face To Face Poetically

I got some poetry to place.

A mental workout, full of sweat.

Each stanza is a bead rolling down your face.

Each verse another life line to rehearse.

We are all a stage and life presents itself upon us.



cracking with time, sometimes feeling solid in between the lines.

the cracks the wrinkles phased into our minds,

Who are we but some one else's poem, a walking talking piece of poetry.
Formed lite'rare'ly into a book a million pages long.

We are we and with every breath that we take we create life,
Rhythm and blues and in ourselves we try to find solitude.

and in that solitude we feel like the 27th letter.

and in that newness we feel better.

I have some poetry to place.
escaping my mouth to you
creating face to face.

misplaced literally so to be taken in to your vertebrae.
trying to encase thoughts that can only be felt verbally.

we are we and nothing other than we can be,
and with me i am the replacement of thoughts to you
face to face
Poetically

the awake night of the locust

Donald Sutherland was raping my going to sleep dream tonight. He filled it with a crude part of the Night of the Locust; the end part where he horribly stomps the shit out of this little boy. If any of you have seen the movie, you would know the exact scene, since it really concludes the movie. These are the things I find myself thinking about regularly. It is horrible really, but what really gets me is when the mob sees him doing it they take him into them and start mauling him. the look in his eyes is pure terror and such innocence that even though he just killed a little boy, that gleam makes you wanna scream "why must you kill this character?" he was such a gentle soul, a nice man who took care of the whore in the movie. Loved her, supported her and turned a blind eye to all the horrible things she has done. She was quite the character to say the least. I figured if I wrote it down it would be replaced by something more pleasant like sleep dreams rather than these swirly damn not quite asleep dreams.. that I OH so hate sometimes...