6 – eXiT

Posted by on Mar 25, 2012 in eXiT, Poems | 0 comments

6 – eXiT by Stephen A. Dantes I almost lost my mind trying to find reason and right to understand reason and right when the years add up in age and the tears dry up to age I taste the lips of karma as bitter sweet as the passion it once taunted me with nakedness a waistline connects the lust of heartbreaks a truth mistaken like vows taken under moonlight it tears me up like pen ripping through sacred paper my ink confesses the mystery conceived in minds that sway perching back and forth forward falling into a calling not heard with...

read more

8

Posted by on Mar 25, 2012 in eXiT, Poems | 0 comments

8 by Stephen A. Dantes Inside her burnt emotion called desire called affection called love  called loneliness called rejection called hate  called liar by he whom she hated once rejected lonely in love called truth with no reason to deceive  called lust  called twisted by tongue twists long and listed in ancient archives of contemporary need  called possible called probable called fool  called dreamer by sleep which flees night at the horizon called limits called hurt called pain called stupid  called unabashedly despicably stupid...

read more

12

Posted by on Dec 11, 2011 in eXiT, Poems | 0 comments

12 by Stephen A. Dantes   For in times like these words mean little And little does not allow for air Claustrophobic Sound of chest bursting ribcage to clutch at possibility Of nothing Oneness Openness Something A probability Feelings taut like twisted metal mangled Oblivious to free spirits of birds not caged Of dreams not slept on And lives not dreamt Words mean little And little does not allow you to inhale Or exhale Need drives you to become you Unmask the hidden Deep within bowels of pretence Six feet of betrayed time Of wanting A...

read more

7

Posted by on Dec 11, 2011 in eXiT, Poems | 0 comments

7 by Stephen A. Dantes   I done did do chore given more of youth in years baked pride like flipped patties torched to delight like light life lifted heavy burden of journey strapped like vests proof to bullet on chest weak to regret I walk long stretch road dirt drawn drift dry dream dead in closet with each forward step back in dust track I track dust in back step forward each with closet in dead dream dry drift drawn dirt road stretch long walk I regret to weak chest on bullet to proof vests like strapped journey of burden heavy lifted...

read more