On graduating from College the second time

Well it about time to say the least!

Not that I’m complaining- I just figured

We’d all been deceased

Before you’d finished that damned degree

After all you’ve been in school long enough

For the deaf to hear, for the blind to see.

I’m feeling what you’re saying and you know I’m right

You’ve got to admit for awhile that BA was out of sight

Now I know that you’ve probably lost your mind

But now your back, no longer behind

So, it is time for you to consider many important things

No longer can you be cornered with what each semester brings

So become a man, what’s more a man than a man who has planned

Go get life by the throat immaturity be damned

Your fortune must be attained without whimper or a sob

Face reality, get dressed and go out and get a real job!

This poem is just five words long

So I lied it's actually going to be nine.



Thanks to Weird Al, for screwing with  my head.
But without him we might as well be dead
If I could just write it in five words
then the poem would not seem so completely absurd

If you are going to mock my bloody work
remember it only requires you to be  a  jerk
writing something new is really quite hard to do
getting it done in  only a verse  or two.

This poem could  have been only five words long
but counting words is only for the pop  songs
This poem is actually only nine words per line
 if I didn't have to make it all rhyme.

So do your math as you read this verse
sometimes to be witty can really be a curse

Music of the Spheres

The song was a multitude of voices some rising, some descending, some spiraling in low orbits of variation around the others.

Their sound was so pure that their music shattered glass without

disturbing the reflections captured therein.

The music created from the song filled the vacuum of space as if

to take chaos and make it whole with the orchestration of musicians

that would bring envy from even the greatest composers.

The song is a multitude of dancers spinning between suns and stars

in the darkness, shinning blue, red, orange and green,

in a grand ballet lasting for a moment then an eternity

each a splendor of perfection, each a reflection of the

composer’s perfection and patience.

The song sings out to those who wish to hear and silence to others

I have heard the song from time to time and decided that if God were listening that he would smile as he heard the music of the spheres.

plug for my brother.

outsideinthemovie

LOVE SONG

Like a surge of emotion I felt tears in my eyes every time I see

her and the ache in her heart.

Truths that cannot be told only secrets whispered to my heart.

In my denial of emotion that cries out of with the drumbeat falls thundering in my chest as I breathe her.

Like sorrow at the distance between my sight and her touch, a

gulf of  thoughtless ideas of what love should be-might be-is.

Truths untold never mentioned and emotion talks hold and screams out in the whine of a steel guitar as if it was the pain I feel in my stomach as she walks away.

Love or rather the lack thereof

I am in love or the lack thereof

Rather I am open to the idea of love

Or to be loved or loving as one might

I can call every night and talk for hours

Or every other minute, detail of your day

About sweet nothings and nothing important

I can worry but not too much

Become jealous but not obsessive

I can miss and want to be missed

Forget to call or long to be kissed

Buy too many roses, get on my knees

Pretend to cheat pretend to plead

I can be thoughtless and sometimes cruel

Then cry like a baby in hopes to mend

Promising that I will like all of your friends

I am not in love save to only be in its name

Rather I am available and willing

To get into a similar game.

Love Letters

Love letters written on scraps of memory like scattered sheets

Passed in secret, crumpled in balls in order to be discrete.

Lover letters to be torn apart in fits of anger and of pain

To bloch and bleed in the tears that fall from their face like rain.

Love letter writing, the skill of the pen and the ink

Of passion and desire, of words and thoughts to think

Of desire and of the fire, like blood rushing to the brain

Of craziness and the game, of madness and the insane.

Love letters folded and hurriedly hidden away

Shame painted on faces, innocence holds sway.

Taken up by the teacher, revealed to all

Heating your face, making you want to be so small.

Dipped in perfume, sensual and very sweet

Read in the hall, feeling it’s limits, incomplete.

I love you she writes in simple excited tones

Oho he thinks, he longs to get her number to phone

Sometimes they are pretty, sometimes they are hot

Sometimes they leave you cold, sometimes not.

Love amongst the young, always the same and yet still new

Risky and wild, pure and sometimes true.

Love letters given to the one you would love

As if your fates are entwined by the stars above

Until you open their locker door only to find

All of your love letters have been left behind

She clutches his final sharp words to her chest

He wonders around deject, did he fail some test?

She cries and wishes that he would just call

He wonders what action caused his fall.

She waits for him, but he doesn’t have the guts

He spends a lot of time staring, no ifs and or buts-

She hides the pages and dries her tears.

The love letters will sit unread for years.

Muse of the Moment:

Claudia Black

of Farscape Fame Mostly

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0085227/

Love is

Love is a sweet, blissful illusion

That we wish would last forever.

Love is a moment, a desire-

Frozen in time like a photograph.

Love is passing like a rose.

Love is weak and also strong.

Love is a idea shared between two.

Love is a club to which we all want to belong.

I know what love is to me.

It is a distraction and is never free.

Love is like a hungry screaming child;

It's wonderful, greedy and wild.

Love is undeniable and pure

which means the moment you find it-

You have lost it for sure.

My Muse of the Moment:

This is Lacey Green, a Vlogger from Youtube

whose channel is Sex+: lacigreen.tumblr.com/

http://www.youtube.com/user/lacigreen

Lacey has the best Smile and Eyes I have ever seen.

Love and Hate

Love and Hate

You

And you

And them-

And me

So,

Where does that

Leave

Us?

my attempt at Vampire Poetry -if there is such a thing

Kiss of Night

Pieces of light like shattered shards of glass

across the floor, bed and walls

Frenzied shapes of sheets

as if locked in mad motion occurrence.

This ecstatic love made warm and wet

runs onto my skin crimson and sweet

rich and dark like blood

the look in your widened eyes.

Seeing shadows you forgot were there

as your hands slip slide on my shoulders

ease easing as the high climaxes

clawing away strength and weakness.

Flow, flowing like dancers in rhythm

to some beating hearts like drums, or dripping water

like the sweat droplets from my neck to your breasts

pooling in spaces like lakes of shadow on the sheets.

Gasps then sighs like the whisper of the wind

through windows shivering on naked skin

quivering from the chill and the pleasure

moving closer to find new warmth.

My hands grasp at the bed

as if to keep the balance or lose and slip deeper

into your embrace and let loose the

animal cry wanting to pierce my lips

So I bury my mouth into the crease of your neck

biting to keep the silence of the moment

as your fingers find new purchase

digging into my back.

and

then

a new silence pushes the echoes

of your murmurs out into the

emptiness between the stars

and the last kiss of the night.

Is it just a dream?

                                             This Felicia Day, my Muse of the Moment.

Warm sheets and passionate nights

Sweat sweet to taste

Her lips smooth on the small of my back

She rides my dreams of thrills and ecstasy.

I spend long days in anticipation

Of this sun setting and her coming

The embrace of her arms around my neck

Feeling her heat pressing tightly with

Murmured vibrations.

Shackled to imagination and my dreams

Fulfilling the need, the desire to touch

No less lust like a starving man drowning

Honesty in believing in a future where

We will meet.

Simulation, the act of love making

Wet with exhaustion feel the air

Rush across her trembling skin

Her lithe frame hiding her breasts

She cradles herself against me

As I lie listening to her short gasps of breath

Wondering if it is really just a dream.

If you would like to be a Muse of the Moment: email me a (lets keep it relatively clean folks- any NSFW will be looked at but not posted) mikemumbled@gmail.com

Illusions

I

see darkness

reflecting in the eyes

of a

woman

mysteriously smiling,

praying for

what is right,

as I gaze from a window

into the night.

Are

these illusions

do I see or even hear?

Are

these things

I write to a

woman

I cannot

reach or touch

the fears of what

I feel,

attraction

lost

to these

illusions

of my pride.

I cannot say

for certain,

but of this I am sure,

that there is a

mystic

moment

in writing to a

woman

for which these

illusions endure

If there were no dreams

If there were no dreams,

            could I believe in such beauty

as I saw in you?

            Could there be such wonder in a

childs eyes ever blue?

            Could there be such fantasies as to

satisfy my desire"

If there were no dreams, then

            there would be no ambition, no heroes to admire.

If there were no dreams,

            could I live without your

warm embrace?

            Could I remember the love

on your smiling face?

            Could I remember how our hands

At awkward moments meet?

If there were no dreams, then

            there would be no memory; no, nothing so sweet    

If there were no dreams,

            my pen would never again

touch the wordless page,

            I would not speak in prose

or act on the starlit stage,

            I would not hold you closer

while we were dancing.

If there were no dreams, then

            there would be no midnight romancing.

If there were no dreams,

            how could I love you

day and night?

            Where would we meet

between the darkness and light?

            If there were no dreams, then

nothing would appear nor remains as it seems,

            and I would not want to live

without my dreams.

I Regret Sex (or the lack thereof)

I regret sex

I regret sex, not the having or getting

But rather the lack there of

I regret dreaming about it

I regret desiring it

I regret feeling it

In short I regret not wanting sex enough

I regret sex, not the partaking or presentation

But the embracing of abstaining from it

I regret remembering it

I regret looking for it

I regret not looking for it in the right places

In part, I wish that I could regret regretting it.

I am from

I am from

I am from the darkness of Africa, imaginary drums that

Beat in the night- dry heat that shimmers off the Veldt at

Noon day- the concrete jungle that rises out of the grasslands

And mine dumped hills of the wide Transvaal.

I am from the whiteness of old British rule, the practical

Prejudice of orthodox Dutch ancestry that loved this wild

Untamable land.

I am from my mother’s oasis, a smiling dimpled boy

Protected from oppression and cruelty by the high walls

And razor wire fences of my urban home.

I am from the sanctuary of green hills of my adopted

Homeland, the red clay which gets under the fingernails

While playing games with my brother in the shade.

I am from innocence and wonder and books

The piano I was forced by belt to play those old songs.

I am from unknown religion, Sunday morning meetings in

Houses of friends who were strangers to me.

I am from prayers of separation and dinner at the table

From the Kentucky-fried friend food believing in our God

Over those of the others.

I am from dreamy winters of snow filled holidays

Eating chocolate cake hot from my mother’s cookbooks.

I am from the corner of the schoolyard because I talked funny,

Couldn’t run right and crying when I got angry because they

Rejected me and made fun of as well.

I am from the fear of being abandoned in crowds by my brother,

The bliss of my father’s rollercoaster wild side,

The comfort of my mother’s loving hands which crafted

My imagination with word-smithing and painted serenades

Out into the ever widening world.

I am from the darkness of the past, the shadows around the present and the threat and promise of the future.

I am from such secrets that are hidden away in sock drawers

Squirreled inside the memory of trees

Left under a desperate man’s mattress

Not wanting to be revealed for who he is but what he had wanted to be.

I am from an idea and a wish

But it is not all that makes me or directs me to be

I am who I decide to be although I will not forget,

I will not forget where I am from.

Crisis

Crisis

“Poetry” he said with a sigh,

too distinct to escape the notice

of fifteen sets of staring eyes,

burning holes into walls;

papers on the desk,

out through windows,

and into his head.

“Poetry is…” he uttered like

words frozen against his lips

In a chilling winter wind

“Poetry.” He mumbled,

but never finished as the shame

crept with the doubt into his face

because he didn’t know what

poetry was.

love song of Mike V.

It’s when I hear that song from that John Cusack movie

I get the same feeling whenever I watch some good romantic

Comedy and wonder if that will ever be me with that girl from serendipity

or the woman who demanded that her lover love dogs.

I’d say anything and do almost anything to meet any of the women who get the assassin from Grosse Point or Lloyd Dobbler’s blood racing

I come back to the song and melancholy reverb of Gabriel’s lyrics

While dreaming of wanting to make my life’s goal the action of loving another person.

It’s when the music runs down my spine and the drum beats my heart

And a soulful voice sings my blues for lost love and desires for beauty and

Soft kisses and steamy windows and the rain falls on the roof and

The whispers and gasps fogging my visions of the most romantic movie

I have ever seen.

Hero Lost

HERO LOST

"I am the hero and now I ride,

to do great deeds throughout the countryside.

I have sought to attain my utmost goal

to achieve renown and save my soul."

The Knight was bold, brave and true

Swift as a hawk filled with virtue.

Trained in combat, offense and lust,

waxing his armor in order to avoid the rust.

"I have heard of a princess in distress,

Carried away by the dragon Rexstress.

Away to his high and mighty castle

in the mountains of Nogertassle."

"So now I ride to save her life,

to win her as my newly wed wife.

to slay the dragon with my silver sword

and gain the treasure as my reward."

The Hero rode on to the mountain high

up to the castle against the sky.

he went to cross the bridge into the night

but his horse stopped still sudden  in fright.

“What is this? Declared the knight.

“Why halt here? Are you going to be uptight?

But the horse just goggled at him in fear

Neighed once and plopped him on his rear.

He kicked his horse, and away he strode

Up the drawbridge into the dragon's abode.

He came on in through the wide looming door

Into the darkness and across the floor.

The knight tripped and stumbled around

Clanking and clamoring at all the sound.

There came from the darkness such a roar

Like that of a lion and that of a boar

With that the Dragon came storming in

to see what idiot had awakened him

The knight swore then cussed up a storm

Such words  that were very far from his norm

Just as the dragon was about to engage his foe

the princess walked in to see all the show.

The knight straightened his suit of chain

And drew his sword, “Lots of Steely Rain.”

Then with a yell the Knight charged into the fray

and with a puff of sulphur the dragon blew him away

The princess sighed and said with a sway

"That's the fifth one that’s come today."

waxing Arabic

He who knows

He who knows and know he knows

He is wise and you should follow him

He who knows and knows not he knows

He is asleep and you must wake him

He who knows not and knows not he knows not

He is foolish and you should shun him

He who knows not and knows he knows not

He is childish and you must teach him.

The Arabian proverbs had an understanding

The wise words passed on from man to man

The wisdom is all part of life and the way of it

The learning must come if one will embrace it.

Who is the fool, who knows not?

And why do they follow him?

Who is the wise, knowing he knows

And why do they scorn him?

Who is the child, knowing not?

And who will teach them

Who are the sleepers, knowing not that they know?

And why do they follow the fool?

The sleepers know without recognition

            They are knowledge without ambition

The child can know without prejudice

            He is growth into knowledge

The wise knows without self importance

            He understands with reason

The fool knows without understanding

            He is experience without wisdom.

My love for my Creator

God’s Love

What is God’s love?

That it can part the waters of the Red Sea

That it can rescue an ungrateful people

That it can drown the Egyptians as they flee

What is God’s love?

That it demanded a sacrifice of a father’s son

That it slew a king and took his family as well

That it made a hero of a boy in battle won

What is God’s love?

That it forgave a man for lusting after the Sheban queen

That it stole a land from the Canaan Folk

That it can stand no competition in between

What is God’s love?

That for knowledge Paradise had to be lost

For wonder and water a man must be an arc

For milk and honey deserts must be crossed

What is God’s love

That we must believe it true no matter what we read

That we must find faith in merciless histories

that redemption comes even a Jesus bleeds

God’s love is all

Even so that in all things there can be a reason

Where explanations are justified

And freely attributed to every season

God’s love is beyond me

When I look for answers in this often black book

When I have prayed in the face of disaster and death

When I take a long and startlingly doubtful look

God’s love is hope

That no matter how dark and evil seems the world

Nor how despair and greed can rule humanity

That His promise is like a banner in my hand unfurled

God’s love is life

It has walked with me along the sandy beach

As I have stumbled, fallen and struggled to see

My constant companion our bond no thing can breach

Ode... to a sound board!

Ode to a sound board

O ye feat of wondrous technologia!

Thou hast me ponderous in ideas

All ye rows of buttons lit and bright

Blinking away with ye visceral light

I turn thy dials in thy electric flow

Admiring your form for all I know

I shall slide your level from hence to e’en.

Hearing thy whispers in betwe’en!

O’ how I long to understand thy inner workings

As I hover here in awestruck lurkings

What brilliant minds made you made me

You LS9-16 will for e’er fascinate me!