Sultry Poetry

With a seldom used word
Curving like the lure
Of a woman's hip
From thigh to clit
Poetry comes.

-Theo

Questionable Conviction

The pounding of shallow theology imposes unbearable constraints
Christian rocker
Leaves hanging, strung out
Entwined by discordant beliefs and strangling doctrine
Sweet screamer

Hung here

Ravens of sorrow tear
Impending wounds bleed
Inevitable

Complexity troubles certainty
Endlessly taunting while seconds tick
A-Cross tender, gaping places and broken faiths
Nailed eternally

To

Timbers and sinew of
Discontent

-Theo

Fanciful Disaster

There was a moment of inspiration just now.

Something flickered across my mind, an awareness of dissatisfaction with life - my life. I remember standing on the railing a top the tallest building, exhausted from the battle to get there. I could see my feet, bare, spatulated as they clung to the railing at the edge of it all. I felt the familiar ache of my joints as they urgently worked to stretch for balance, extending to lengths and measures long forgotten with the passing of years. I knew -what was it? - I knew that this life was void of any real and enduring victory. I remember the clear and final choice to fall, to plummet eternally downward and land in mediocrity.

Strange. Why did I feel that I had ascended to anything but?

Unrefined Contact

Recumbent desires and cumbersome guilt affords us little in the way of meaning. You shouldn't look at me that way, if you don't want my delicate demands. I can't say what ferment swells and requisitions our future from clasped hands. Nor do I dare impart a wish to want more than fanciful moments, minuscule ticks off our kindness. Your seemly essence troubles us.

Is that enough?

Hello?

Why won't you listen to us anymore?

Rubber

such terrestrial protection
affords us small and withered
members
lost and incased
lonely and more
despairing

-Theo
Inspired by Alcoholic Poet

Vigilant

The insane rhythm of self destruction is easy
Natural
Instinctual swirls in the sand
Traced by the hand of an ancient
Child

The vigilant discord of self care is demanding
Foreign
Learned rubbing on the tombstones
Scrapped by the gnarled fingers of youthful
Maturity

We keep what we have only with vigilance

-Theo

Today is the eight year anniversary of my recovery from drug addiction.

Viscous

Viscosity is one of those wonderful words that sounds and speaks much like it means to me. It doesn't flip off the tongue. It requires more effort, more intent to pronounce viscosity.

Depression always makes me think of trying to move through life dressed in a wet, wool blanket. Every effort is increased and life has an unrelenting cool dampness about it. You can't just try harder and get through. It accompanies you when you move and when you give up.

Those times when life is tuned less intensely, but still something resists you are well described as moments of high viscosity. Some relationships are viscous.

Our Viscosity

Viscous interactions
Entwined emotions
Caught

I would want to leave
I would desire relief
Released

Such effort defines
Our togetherness
Lost

-Theo

Happy July 4th

Quoting

No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous. - Henry Adams