his ears absorb
inhale, her sighs
her puppy-like whimperings
the selfish woes
the "if only's" and the "why's"
slosh and brim over the edges of the sadness cup

abnormally large tears
gigantic aquamarine tremble
in the corners of her brown eyes
unleashed
by a blink
and raising her eyelashes; glistening
careen down her face
slapping her bare thighs

he pivots now, to hide
his reaction
a fever
a rainbow of perspiration
over his forehead

from warm, sun dashed days comes the
tyrannical, wrathful storm

 

 

the moon, a shard of saffron
holds court with his minions:
millions of fiery orbs,
winking
whilst i gaze upon them;
a gallery of constellations in glorious display nightly,
encore! encore!
the moon reins in the salty sea,
releases his grip
and the stars gently kiss
my eyelids

 

 

 

 

my entire nervous system,
overloaded, gorged from
overexertion - fatigued
from feeling everything that is
and
everything that isn't
the immense weight of my desires
unmet
the paralytic effect of needs
unmet
the most demanding of my faculties
devoted to quell your heart
my passion: devout and massive
till it is mutual
omnipotent

 

 

 

 

no southern comfort

infinity is not enough time

my feet firm on the ground yet clouds

fog my mind

a long unsympathetic road

what did i find?

i'm a molehill in your landscape,

while you're a mountain in mine

 

july 24 2010 m.chiem

 

 

 

 

a reason to live:

through it, one's soul may stretch into eternity.

reaching through time

touching the lives of people who never knew you.

that song, sung unto you as a child

now lulls another into the Land of Nod.

lessons learned decades ago

trickle through generations,

linking the past to the future:

traveling through time

long before time travel was ever thought of.

unconditional and all encompassing-

opening the portal to life eternal.

 

 

 

 

the weight of time is upon you

it can crush the mightiest of men

make them scream under the pressure

eventually all succumb

nothing left

just loose polaroids

a few graffiitied yearbooks

an intricate, dusty, doiely

crocheted by great-grandma's skilled hands

you are now a series of fragments.

 

july 21 2010 m.chiem

 

 

 

 

exposed is the bird's nest, a woven-home

literal empty nest syndrome

golden hued leaves made their pilgrimage

amass themselves; together in death

elephantine oak, the sentry of my backyard

the cold stole you're chlorophyll dress

together we are naked

 

july 2010 m. chiem

 

 

 

 

the air

concentrated with the smell

of fresh cut grass

and lilacs.

in the heavy air of the lilac tree

are undertones of unrequested loves

and first kisses.

gentle breezes

push the perfume around

daffodils bop

their scalloped heads

an ancient oak

stands bravely

as the sentry of my backyard;

his branches lethargically wave

to the sun,

while the flirty willows

open & close their skirts

 

~ m.chiem may 30th 2010

 

 

 

 

the bull tears wildly
intimdating, by nature
steam bellows from his nostrils
the earth echoes and
the dust rises
as he stomps, bravely.

he is scared of no man.
a perfect specimen:
with his broad, bronzed torso
bulging muscles and
obsidian orbs.
proudly, he dons his horns
crescent daggers
primed to perfect points.

four men hath felt the girth
of his weapons
in their flesh
instinct drives him on.
the tips puncture & rupture
organs.

dust, stained by the blood of a man
and the blood of a beast
the bull is injured, yet the pain
drives him onward - m.chiem 6 1 2010

 

 

 

 

a complete life
with it
one's soul
stretches through decades
touching lives in a generation
that never knew you

that song
sung unto you as a child
now lulls another into the land of nod

ghosts traveling through time
long before
time travel was ever thought of