January 24, 2016 Image Sunshine Daydream Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
January 24, 2016 Vicarious Polar Influence By Matthew Graybeal ¶ Posted in Poetry ¶ Leave a comment Solemn lavender twist a twitch the slide our inner force collide you twist lavender glide I twitch a polar slide erupt vicarious rush drift aware you plush orchid scent as such orchid scented touch you plush I rush erupt plush as such orchid twisted glide I ride your polar lavender slide your inner force I spied your inner flow I twitch cosmic ripple obliged your lavender orchid rush your solemn scent as such your lavender orchid touch you are so damn much you are so damn much vicarious force collide want to twist your slide erupt in you obliged cosmic ripple ride your love I love your touch I love I love your love polar drift aware lavender orchid rush your lavender orchid touch you are so damn much collide erupt solemn plush. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
January 24, 2016 Nicholina’s Turbulent Purity By Matthew Graybeal ¶ Posted in Poetry ¶ Leave a comment Dark walnut pristine Bulgarian perfection strapless jaded relaxed wisdom she needs no seat-belt, no protection passenger to a manic vision comforted by this mission, slight tremble ignites momentary earthquake he twists his hand, gently to lubricate the engine oils flood, pistons fire & erupt she twists his hand excited for country exploration journey into the inside, moist dandelion late evening Oregon summer rain cascade of sprinkles & twinkles & truth 15 miles per hour, odometer reads eighty-seven that’s all? virgins in the fading light ride & roll & speed ahead 32 in second gear, heat radiates gears release natural sweat goddess now in his breath an abundance of hope & scents of divinity rearview reflection anticipated deep in silver, bucketed cushions they race ahead to emotions undiscovered fourth gear at 57, fast a sweet salty joyous tear slides from brilliant contact woman eyes her womanly eyes that burn his headlights forward perspective focused gallantly on immediate destinations erect volcanoes tremble again as lone torpedo threatens warfare, incites earthquakes 79… 83… 88… fifth gear fury! tribal heartbeat rhythms synchronized tribal heartbeat rhythms that sweet sweat permeates excited voices stutter, shutter, sweat, shimmer, acceleration sweet sweet sweat of passionate discourse racing discourse, this course, furiously bright lamps beam ahead, 90 radar detection activated 360˚ protection failed! red lights of plastic detection blare 93, milky twilight frozen around us, 102 police scream sirens of intervention she screams sirens of trust he screams sirens of lust 108 as salt pours from united imagination police scream siren force she screams siren lust he screams siren trust 110 as salt pours from united imagination 113! entire reality tremors circadian explosions upshift, downshift, upshift, downshift overheat, rumble, ricochet into earthquake air-cooled madness synchronized tribal earthquake 115 miles per hour — turbulent purity emergency brake broken he sinks into her quivering, luscious smile she needs no protection she twists his grip from the barren, tepid wheel he releases & descends into her quivering sunset she whispers transcendent tertiary existence Nicholina’s pale tenderness laminates turquoise against Matthew’s soul, forever in this starry night. [Police records indicate the odometer read ‘Timeless.’] Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
January 24, 2016 Crickets Make Love in Coke Cans By Matthew Graybeal ¶ Posted in Poetry ¶ Leave a comment Silicon forest breeds artificial life an abandoned industrial building waits eternally lifeless invisible walls; no perceptive doorways cracked cement sidewalk blurs division between safety and earth crickets make love in coke cans sun drenched asphalt parking lot radiates tar, heat and dandelions yellow sun dandelions blare their deafening silence grassy field littered with shards of gravel, glass produces amanita muscaria in november sacred directly under the last oak standing but in hillsboro july stale solitude and singular depression indent sterility into every creative vision pools of oil stain the tar that stains the earth a psychedelic sandwich of disgust police cruiser patrols this vacant land intercepts the poet aggressive wheels mistakenly crush a coke can crickets make love in coke cans. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
January 24, 2016 Essential By Matthew Graybeal ¶ Posted in Poetry ¶ Leave a comment Gentle, provocative whispers in my left ear maroon lips one breath away rainfall pure explosive thunder drips from your imagination into my reality moist words echo reverberations, perfection veils removed for luminosity I tremble to your resonance “ever since you walked through the door” I tremble to your naked brilliance dripping from my imagination into your reality moist words whisper “essential” one candle burns for one love one love burns for one life this life we have connected again I feel & hold & dream our wildest concoctions I have found your luminosity I tremble once more beneath your moist, velvet whispers rainfall descends decadence candle seems to have been doused light does not fade love does not hesitate I accept our impermanence trembling into your naked brilliance liberation a breath away I hold your waist & gaze lush meadow-green eyes transcend fear into acceptance rainfall pure explosive thunder naked, moist, velvet lust reverberations echo perfection “essential.” Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
January 24, 2016 Space Whistle By Matthew Graybeal ¶ Posted in Poetry ¶ Leave a comment i love you you are perfect beautiful space child you found us what a crazy place this portland home the sun starshine gorgeous oregon green juniper smiles bluegrass & reggae gentle hip hop organic gardens everywhere food so fresh you taste the dirt & dirty is good dirty is everything dearest child this is how it is your path is yours i’ll be the best damn guide i’ll try but sometimes child i’ll stumble you’ll fly brilliant alone this lady earth she does care she really does care trust her protect you are beautiful perfect whatever you might become undone or holy or an astronaut in Space you’ll fly beautiful child love is your solar powered jet pack & it’s filled tight to the brim i charged it myself i have a really fancy headlamp sweet nectar of the gentle sun kindness find your sparkle find your shine all the time find your rhyme life is gay life is straight left & right black & white my beautiful child find your own path i don’t care which direction i will love you i will love you i will always be waiting whenever you need me play your purple space whistle proudly & i will guide you home dearest child i love you you are perfect always. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...