Forehead of the Jaguar

A melody of your leverage is upon the basements

Call the yellow to orange to dead bracelets’ rings

Seize the tendons and movement of bones

That single joint is then forever alone

But these Blood-Vein filled arteries are a part of me

The wolf sits in the moonlit snow

To and fro

Ear to toe

None by side

None to coincide

So come inside

The darkness waits for you

Once you walk out of that door, there will be no looking back

Let the tears stack; may the chains roar

No more, no more

Dare not plead me more

A restless escape is forever to shake the thoughts I bore

Just a few things in storage, I felt the need to write

The endless walk in my future is outlined in chalk

Allow the pair of pears to reunite

It has been such a long time since they’ve met

Did the helicopter soar, OR did it forget?

That there are those chains in which I’m bonded

My mind is lost and I still haven’t fount it

Nor do I care to

Measure what I care to do

The fullest of potential is sequential despair

The worst nightmare stares at me too, to you

It is the sheet on the bed and the numeral of courage

To see, with an R and a T

As a tree but with no sound of sea

Now you will begin to see

That one of two equals three

I’m willing and I’m able

Frozen motion, sit still

Help me break out of this fable

Collect the ash of burned wills

Sit still, silent jaguar

Your forehead is hidden in the brush

May there be peace and love and above all, trust

 

Read the Squares on Keyboards

I don’t want to fight anymore

Through the months, we’ve come so far

Bent knee, leg at peace and rest

Rug, deceased; ye’ brushed by belief

But not at this moment

May the blackened tavern illuminate with release

Folding corners’ rippling record of release

Point to the exit, an underhanded periodical space

Cordless electronics, may not they be hidden

Of course, not the communication

Only the compassion

Good riddens, my reputation is a hallucination

I’m drawn back to YOU like the rhymes of my words

My best friend, it’s good to have you back

I haven’t seen you since you’ve entered the forest

That was the most frightening night

I saw the weeping bat

Again, I’m drawn back

This is the trail to the foot-less streets

“I’m stuck,” says the duck

I’m “moo-ing” for milk

Please help

Resistance is felt, but it…

Doesn’t really help; a heap of junk

As the arrows of wind descend, you…

You will always be my friend

To the bitter end; haha, don’t pretend

I count before I spend

The others, I must defend

The metal is hot with flames, but it will never bend

My friend, no friend

 

Within Reach is the Dirt

These notes, they aid through the toughest of time

And their chime, they heal the wounded flesh

Once the shadow was retracted, all that was left was a crying note

It was dumped by Heart Village, but was eventually stolen

 

Morbid thief, you look in my eyes and deny responsibility

Look to see what you’ve done to me

What is seen cannot even be believed

Speculating eyes are the only asset of sheep

 

A flattened line or two for the weak through the week

Anger will beget anger and the result will deplete patience

For as long as you’re waiting, the dealings will never rest in peace

Only deadly pieces for the humble wrists will apologize

 

Even years after you seek, you will never realize

But for the ghost of memory, may the barricaded sheds bleed

Hidden in the woods is a phantom of diplomacy which collects the fallen drops

A unit of storage behind the curtains is what is certain for the unholy fates

 

Given is what you take

Understand the realities of insanity

Kites of mind are turbulent in the screaming storms whilst slumber rests

A pickled response, I drown in what you’ll get

 

 

 

 

Nostalgic Ave.

Hey guys, I had to remove this poem since it was posted on another site. But instead of deleting the post here is a link where the poem can be found.

Nostalgic Ave.

A www.loveislonely.com exclusive poem by That Dude Eddie.

 

Folder as it Falls

I open my eyes to the smell of blinding chowder

The ambient train peels the skinless flesh at times of rest

The handle of introduction –  

A handle of conditioned dispositions

 

Of, of, off

A, the, soft is bought when tossed across -

A cross while legs are crossed, distraught

Think I forgot?

But at what cost?

 

Trick and spool the rules at school

For fif-minus-cup hours, I serve to fools

Corrupted cooperation at the head of student body

I even called while standing in the potty

 

But I did it for thee

He is the grain of cinnamon that nearly gave me the sea

How could this be?

I slay slere and erase the tear by quarter ’til three

 

But the phone rung

And my heart sings with the stings of dope-slung wings

Call me a rapper; yeah, sure -

It’s as pure as political clatter

Rap, rap, until your pockets get fatter

At will for father as I climb further, faster

 

That is the mask of black souls which tasks under cracked scrolls

I grow big and hit low

You reap as you sow and creep as you woe

Now you know, learn to love

You’re under a rock, yet yearn to rise above

 

Never fold, never fall.

 

 

 

 

A Pair of Folly

My passion is the fall of plastic

Once I feel, you will sense that my pen is real

I write what is on my mind

However, I bury beneath the English language

This means that I barely spill what it is that happened

But I never sleep on devil

I come equipped and forever settle in the kettle

I barely button my lip

This is the contradiction

I say what it is and fare the hate and confliction

My honest shape, you should flash a smile because I care…

To tell, but your nose swells

Oh well…

I look to the table across to read

As I count alphabet, I discover the realm of deception

What is really there…

The…

Lack of care

No care

No book or confession

This was my lesson

I pay the dues to count these blessings

I hop from dreams as I hope for renewed settings

No quitting

Never forgetting or letting…

Go.

Go, go, go to the land of angels and powder

Live it up louder

For the November Ears will beget…

I forget.

This poem of mine has gone on for too long

My necklace’s ramp runs damp

Must I rest?

All there is for you is happiness and love

You just have to stay strong and carry on

Hand out the hugs, hugs, hug

I know it’s hard

But you wouldn’t move if you weren’t starved

So it can only get better

I was given a curve ball in the weirdest of weather

This means that the future is legit

But don’t forget to let the love and peace take their risks

 

 

Oddity of Slumber

I play hookie in my dreams to avoid responsibility

That’s why I pee in trash cans at school; an assurance of instability

Privacy was all but the case

I hid my face to disclose the reality of chase

I trudge through school halls and remove my clothes

That is, my black sweater to cease identification, I suppose

Foreign vacation to lands of unity

All colors, yet no race

No speak, yet no identification of face

Bag in hand, a chance of opportunity

I leap

I sweep my feet

I begin to speak and then resume to be

What I say to a friendly neighbor is but an illusion

It is an obtrusion of speech and cannot be seen through confusion

At lake, maroon dock and overcast weather

The sun shined through a cloud and presented a chance for things to get better

Or so it seemed

The sun gleamed and was believed to forecast an undreamed theme

Awake, dare not I be awake

For when I wake, the madness of turbulent eyes accounts for a mistake

For when I wake, the sadness of wordless-ness and lies cause the earth to shake

For when I wake, the lavish ways of eternity cease the thirst to take

But when I sleep, there is no quake

But when I sleep, the fires of reality seldom seem to bake

And as I sleep, I exercise the wonders of conciousness

And as I sleep, I escape the troubles of fraudulence

 

 

Bucket of Blues

Pout, blue bucket

You’ve lived in the shadows for far too long now

Swing as the hesitant pendulum, solstice of the fires

And fires, beyond fires of lies

The torment of painted laughter

Hold for heart in desperation and contempt

With focus and intent to worship plastic tears

But a bug, the naturalism of material

It sleeps

It weeps

It walks with the sheep

But a Shepard, the reality of guidance

A question as to find it

This is why mice are blinded

This is the eternal duty, to live by the shore

Elbow of knees, knees of sand

The title is discrete

It protests the wave

It protects hysterically as compromise is hoped

A means to float is but a dream

Or so it seems

Hooked at will, wall of bubbles

Pops of attention grab the mind as it turns to mystery

In turn, as a return, a subtle escape

A rope of mistakes builds a bridge

It is brown and black

It is tied to edge

Stakes are in desolate cliff, dampness of skip

Gossip of lip, blue bucket

It is time to shine

For you and for mine

 

Two Hands on a Clock

Too many minutes

Toe

Hand

Too many mistakes

Too many numbers

Two to nine

Six minutes five plus null

Fingers?

My?

Your?

All but full

Do not disturb, the arms on the watch are…

They are…

Toe

Hand

Wrist and claw

Aw, do not disturb

Don’t peek and knock on my door

Don’t watch the clouds circle in the skies

Don’t cry on the purple floor, asking why

Don’t grab the blades of time as they tumble

Through thin and tall, can you stand the rain?

Can you count your blessings?

Even after they disappear through the pain?

Never single the digits

Toe

Hand

Schemes are blemished and skins are skirmished

Shoulder, my time

My rain is worthless

So never does the do resume spin

Around and around

And again, around, again

From toe

To hand

The ticket on watch flickers

And so, it never stops

 

Felix

Above the abundance of bricks is solidified cremation

On the rings of architecture, the ashes settle

From grain of blackened sand, blaze of feather

Necklace of flame, each stone is individually set by heater

This furnace, button to left of button

Right above button

Each button, the meekness of blizzard

The fade of buzzing teeth and knives

Gravel and gravy from the bleached plate at toe

By chipped nail, the essence of labor

A presentation of foreign exchange

Also, bartered sweat for costly funds

This hidden cashe is illuminated and dealt

From palm to dying finger, the ash is dealt

And by deal, whether or not, here I come

Through groping cobra

By nest next to neck of mongoose

The pattern of the sun’s fabrication of molasses

Bitter, but sweet

From sugar, spoon falls

Leaf of Autumn is defined by orange jacket

Whether it be cozy, or a pocket of posies

Summer’s wig springs as the pouch of a fuzzy igloo

Uncoordinated rainbow

The gray shades of drought

Read beak, scorching claws

Settled dust holds applause

From ash, a phoenix rose as a rose from concrete