Poetry

I wander around by the phone

Concerning why you have not called

Considering possibilities

Problematic probabilities

Excuses for an absence of mind

Dialectic designs to waste time

Questioning myself

Fulfilling doubts

Why did I not just tell you?

How my heart felt

When made to melt

Gazing into your eyes

How my heart leapt

When my love crept

Cautiously into your life

All I know to say

In you I am lost

Without doubt

I desire

You lost in me

Together found forever

A love that is to be

~

DBrown Fisher

© July 2004

Don’t temp me again

I’m leaving right now

Nothing left to pretend

How can I begin?

Walked down the street a little

Flagging for a cab that never stops

I just gotta turn the next corner

Maybe I can wait

To many people around to scream

So happy to be free

So angry with you

How can this be?

Ballads written only because

Hearts’ will which never comes

Passing illusive words in song

Images conjure meaningful stares

You right in the face of mornings

Dawn awakes a shadowed wind

And meaning floods radiance brilliant

Into an eclipsed emotion

So happy to be free

So angry to go

How can you know?

Another oath of rhyme and reason

Penetrates overgrowth in shadowed figure

My mind beholds nothing

Good enough for now

Forget the reasoned rhyme

Free the moment

And shout out loud

~

DBrown Fisher

© Feb 2004

If you can’t

Make it

Reasoned rhyme

At least

Make it

Rhymed reason

~

DBrown Fisher

© Jan 2004

Every time you shine another mirrors

Polished perfection if all buffer

Balanced interactions casting extremes

Diversities gleam bursting rays

Frequencies exchanged in harmonious waves

Everything resonates in glowing rhyme

Every time you shine

Clashing dichotomies explain extremes

Externally projected bits and pieces

Golden nuggets scattered for others

Often instigating riots

Clash against resonance

Crumbling disharmony falters rhythm

Deconstructs hearts of gold

Faith scrapes dusty golden flakes

And discovers nothing to hold

~

DBrown Fisher

© Nov 2003

Tears will not clean

Shed them in vain

But listen closely my dear

From here you begin

A path of great difficulty

To become the very self

Many years now denied

Compassionately venture

Heart in hand

Sword discarded

To you no harm will come

Hurt cannot be defended

Only embraced

Pain will companion

Befriend doubts

Challenge your fears

Forget about answers

Survival is clear

Pane-portals near

Kick down that door

That locks you out there

And begin living

As you should

You know the truth

All I’m doing here

Is giving you a little proof

And offering a boost

To help you clear

A heart I hold dear

~

DBrown Fisher

© Nov 2003

I had to leave

Both of us could see

It was never ending

The pain and grief

Loneliness for relief

Lost in disbelief

And suffering strives

Relentlessly contrives

Nothingness to arrive

Time wanders the void

Between splits in seconds

Great divides leap

Light-years with each step

In another direction

You blink and are gone

I am left in this dimension

Confused and withdrawn

Why did you not take me with you?

Have I forever been left behind?

When the strings vibrate your presence

I know it’s you who has arrived

For tomorrow lies

Blatantly eluding

Blinding truth

Illuminates my mind

Overturns the heap

Cheap overtures deceived

And around again

It is never ending

I remember that day

You stepped far away

Since I cannot see

You must have left

But sometimes I feel

You within me still

~

DBrown Fisher

© Oct 2003

Women dressed in barbarian flesh

Half naked with beasts at their feet

In day-glow colors on black velvet

Shining bright in the black lights

Of a junior high basement

Snickers and giggles uncomfortable

Flashes innocence in eyes that shy

And a bottle spins around inhibitions

Do you remember when

Comments delighted to fly

Your heart skipped a beat

Lost your breath in a thought

Moments wondering if that other

Lover might be caught

In the simplest kiss

A first time for your notions

To swim in an ocean

Possibilities caught in light

The bottle points your way

Truth or dare is your plight

These moments are mountainous

When a young heart is caught

And now forces decisions

Will it be action or thought?

In tonight’s spun discretions

Of a junior high basement

~

DBrown Fisher

© July 2003

Reaching forward to touch the reflection of perfection,

Upon contact, only ripples and then, nothing.

Gone before my eyes.

If only I had not tried to touch, to feel the placid beauty,

Only then, maybe, I would have

An eternal moment in which to exist.

~

DBrown Fisher

© June 2003

We believe innocence

Before guilt

To enforce a principle

Since the persecution of innocence

Far outcries

The prosecution of the guilty

~

DBrown Fisher

© March 2003

A dead man’s funeral

Procession blocks my path

For how long we

Have both sat

Still

He in coffin

Me in cell

Wondering where my twelve

Hours overnight

Went to time’s reaper

A night incarcerated

To stop for death

Out of respect

I quietly await my release

Not him

Not them

Lost in coffins

Built in war

~

DBrown Fisher

© March 2003