Vacation Moment

Wisps of a smile on fractured skies
of light gold, purple, and red.

Mouth music playing over the vitreous
deep blue surface of our oblivion.

An embrace
so soothing and melodic,
entrancing and erotic,
leaving me without air,
she crept into my mind
to see the darkest depths,
wildest fantasies,
and lofty dreams.

In that single moment
my world stopped,
and it seemed that gravity
lost it's hold on me
and rain drops fell,
or so I thought.

Emotions surged from my body,
words screamed from between my lips,
she delved deeper into my soul,
became one with my being,
and the darkness rusted
giving way to the birth
of an aurora from beyond
the horizon.

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Reflections

You gave it to me dear friend,
The ammunition to feed my soul,
The thirty eight slug that left me broken,
Lying silent on the pavement.

I only wanted you to think
of the repercussions your actions
May bring you,
And the life that would end.

But it wasn’t enough
You wanted more,
Money,
Fame,
Power.

Hold out your hand dear friend,
Hold me in your hands,
Don’t mind the stain I leave
On your palms for it will wash away.

Just like the memory you held,
Of our friendship,
Please, you know this isn’t a dream
Stop trying to wake yourself up!

“The grass seems a little more brown
On this side of the fence…”
Isn’t that what you said at first
When you moved to greener pastures.
Or was that my imagination?

Was it so cold out here
that you couldn’t stand
In the rain
And just listen?

Shhh, do you hear it?
The soft cry of the wind
Lamenting a soul
Lost forever to the fire,
Scorched and twisted.
Open your hands and let me go,
Like you did to your respect,
Your honor,
Your family.

Our ashes will all just blow away in the wind anyway.

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Gluttony [fear of success]

The eyes that lie 
from inside 
the constraints of time,
exercise the right to fly 
away with souls and keep rhyme
and rhythm to themselves. They describe 
why we cry
and break ties 
that bind the blue sky 
and clouds high.

The lips that purse for one kiss, 
hard to resist 
the urge to break fists 
and hug with these twists 
in this love and we bitch 
that it's rough, 
and it's tough
To keep shit in check with no grub

The tongue that moves in a slow burn, 
seems hard to return
The quips in some form of concern 
with nothing left to yearn
For in the end we all burn,
but some are reborn 
and have left tattered and torn 
with no retort, 
and one last resort.

The body is unchained, 
and it seems we've remained
the cavemen we hate, 
we've been told to restate 
our purpose and relate 
our actions, here's a rebate 
on humanity
don't try to dictate my sanity.

With evil laced in my breath 
I think that these steps
Get closer to each check 
and balance, I'm on the crest
of a wave that I can't catch,
and I fall into the rift of Gluttony, 
so fucking sue me.

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suffocating

A stone prison encases me
with the fire of the sun
searing my flesh,
I try to look away
but everywhere...flames...

The whip cracks on my tender flesh
tearing it asunder,
leaving torrents of life
leaching down my limbs,
screaming for reality
to coalesce into the
crowded consciousness
the world offers.

flickers of flesh eating fire
ferment behind lenses
until it is unbearable,
undeniable, and all
my rage is left open
like flood gates...

The faint sound of raindrops,
birds, and crickets creep into
ears numbed to sounds of serenity,
my eyes open and the world
is again as it is supposed to be...

The buzzer sounds at 5:45 AM,
time to relive the dream,
only it is my reality.

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The Eve of Christine

I never was one
for the cliche meetings,
the innuendo laced dinners,
the sappy love songs.

I'm still not of that
mind
   set,
but she grabbed my hand
wouldn't let go.

Kisses with the passion
that could rent oceans,
a stare of lustful bliss
that made my knees buckle,
she spoke to me...

Not in the language of everyday,
but in the soft hush of her breath,
in the subtle flicker
of her eyelashes,
in the glimmer of her
soft brown eyes...

Time stopped for moments in between,
I don't know how long actually passed,
but it seemed ages
since I took my last breath.

The soft supple curve of her hips,
the beating of her heart under perfect breasts,
the saunter in her step
as she walks away knowing
that the way she shakes
drives me to insanity...

She strikes the picture in my mind,
perfection is a perception
not a standard,

and as she pulls
her lips away
from mine,

the moment between kiss and goodbye,
I've seen our relationship grow,
I've watched perfection,
I've sampled the ambrosia,

I kissed my love
into the wind,
and I fell leagues
with her in my arms.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved