Fallen Leaves

I mourn lost poetry like fallen leaves of the last great tree
flowing away in the wind.
Dry tears drop swiftly
Crisply
My children
Never to be seen again
Painstakingly I conceive these worded dreams simultaneously during my daily symphonies
But there are no sympathies for a piece lost and unheard
Dealt an early death falling on death ears
It appears that my mind keeps going
words keep flowing
But forgotten were the files that could never be written the same way again
Never to enhance the same experience
never to be performed in a word dance
I trance as I long for the worded dreams that never washed up on my tongue's shore
Will never reach ears parallel to mine or another minds core
It pains me to lose thee
So unceremoniously
This feeling I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy
For there are no ambler alerts for lost poetry
No news coverage for that little iambic pentameter piece about lost loves and tree canopies
No thousand mile manhunts over the Pacific seas for 100 words that might have comforted a single mother who can't find money to buy food for her kids to eat
After I Painstakingly conceived these worded dreams during my daily symphonies
Still no sympathies for pieces lost and unheard
But as a writer we're expected to churn out more words
Displaced in rhythms recited methodically
Sound poetry quite the anomaly
Without an artist whose seen his seeds flow in the brees
Just to mourn lost poetry like fallen leaves of the last great tree

MindF_cked

She told me her interests
My curiosity budged
Over those loose synapses
Went a few extra drops of blood

She told me her dreams
Her aspirations
My inspiration quivered under the weight of her ambitions

She touched on the buttons of her past successes with tact
My confidence took notice
And took a long deep breath

I was trying to get to know her
This Situation so fresh
But her anecdotes stroked my ego's exposed bare flesh

I commented on my views on the world
Her interest was peaked
As in her hair she twirled
And my composure had leaked

She turned her head to the side
Staring
Searching
Pursed lips
The tiniest bite
Oh my
Almond eyes
And I try
But my thoughts
Restrain these
Feelings caught
Mind strings
Twing
Twung
Plucked
To the tune of her monologue
And it's not what many thought
We talked
About politics
Her intuition swelled
At the flow of my rhetoric
And I had to sip
At the risk
Of losing my cool
Heat between us
Like lightning bugs
Searching for food

Her stance on entertainment feeds me
Batman her favorite superhero
Ambrosia filled cherries
I challenge her opinion
Factually
Chocolate covered strawberries
Her rebuttal strikes at my statements' heart
Vanilla frosting
We
Just short of a Sunday

Then I'm compelled by the music she plays
Prefers words that have meaning
Grounded in poetry

So I tell her I'm a poet
She tells me she knew it
Intensely I've been precisely warming
That pussy
I'm taken back
Cuz she's so foward

This game
She says
Has put her in a position
Says she's close to telling me
Man, just Put the tip in
Inverse chemistry
Got her prohibition on probation
Inverse chemistry like
Force equals Mass times acceleration

Her poet comes out
Says I've been kissing her mind
With our convo
Now her thoughts are squirting
Down the line of time
Predicament sublime
As her subconscious climaxes
And she sees me in her future
Day in and day out she wants to be my tutor

And I like to learn new things
Never before had I felt such a connection
Her brains
Fucked me sideways
Insane
Now I wonder around the confines of my consciousness
Blind deaf and dumb
Cuz she done robbed me
And I stole her
MindF_cked
Now we on the run