**this is an oldie but goodie from the vaults...

ICE...

The feeling of a chilled
heart.
No sign of life.
Nothing sparked.
Feeling,
but no feeling.
Beating,
but no beating.
Drenched,
but now dry...
and desolate and
cold.
My chilled heart,
impervious to feeling,
immune to warmth of any kind.
When you burn me once, you receive
pure, unbreakable ice...
Can it be melted?
This remains to be seen.
Breathing,
pure strands of Artic coldness from
my mouth.
My whispers freeze in midair.
My thoughts move like sluggard glacial mountains.
I exist without existing,
imprisoned in the cold;
my heart wrapped deeply in ICE.

TEARS...

They run down my face,
slowly eroding little ditches in my
face.
Last night I slept with sorrow.
He wrapped me in his arms
and blew more tears in my eyes as I slept.
My desire to escape him ebbed lower as the night
past.
With saltiness and the
dried parch feeling
I emerge a desolate landscape
painted by Dali.
Priceless and with tears falling
draining me of all color.
They fall
silently they crawl down my face;
etching pathways of deep despair and my
face resembles a ravaged valley;
broken and without life.
My skin is dry and pale
and beneath the surface an
underground storm system
rages.
Willpower
becomes past tense and more
tears to my eyes.
The tears continue to drip
leaving my face cold and dry.
My Tears fall quickly and freeze.
I have become ICE AND TEARS.

~Copyright
The Year of the Monkey (2004)

Poet Gryoht

Funny

Watching the lone peeps pass me by.

So caught up in their own worlds.

So ready to help the less

fortunate but

no one really pays attention

to me;

The bottom of the

Caste system.

The bottom

Of the barrel

Me…

A pungent

Odor, is my only

companion…not to mention

the company I keep with

my hunger pains.

I’m cultured as well…

I spend night after night

waltzing on street corners;

day after day

tango-ing on sidewalks with despair and grief…

depression and no hope…

what a wonderful world!

Excuse my sarcasm,

Forgive me for my bitterness;

I guess the reality of it all is…

Being homeless is shitty as hell!

2006/Poet Gryoht

DID'NT CHA KNOW, NEXT LIFETIME?

Ooh hey
I'm trying to decide
which way to go, I think
I made a wrong turn back their somewhere.
or Didn't Cha Know?
When I first met you,
it was clearly like at first sight and
I got arrested in your chocolate-colored gaze.
Now what am I suppose to do,
when I'm seeing my world through
your chestnut-colored view?
...you looked my way;
when you smiled at me,
so warm and sweet;
I could not stay!
What do you do to me?
Perhaps we could give it a go Next Lifetime.
Hmmmmmmmm
I tried to move but I lost my way,
So many times I changed my mind,
searching for the right path and solution that
could potentially join me to you,
but somewhere along the way I understood
that it aint that type of party.
So....
I guess I'll see you Next Lifetime,
I hope you have no hard feelings....
I guess I'll see you Next Lifetime,
Hmmmmm I may be there.
See,
I tried to decide which way to go;
I tried to find a neutral place but it was catch 22.
I tried to devise a way to be in your sea,
but Next Lifetime came into view.
Now...
Your imaging...
Feels so Damn good to me!
It picks me up, don't wanna come down;
You got me spinning all around.....
But I'm still trying to decide,
knowing that
...when I stumble off the path
...my inner heart will guide me back...
And I realize that...
Love is life, and Life is free...
So I choose to allow him to direct me.
Take a ride on life with me...
And know that though I can't get with you,
i'll always love you and care.
Free your mind and find your way...
Now I'm feeling easy and new, like the first falling of
raindrops and sweet morning dew.
There will be a brighter day...
My life, my life, my life in the sunshine....
birds and dreams and flowers and the taste on my
tongue of waiting a little while...
I guess I'll see you Next Lifetime
and Baby we'll be butterflies...
Didn't Cha Know? Next Lifetime.

~Copyright 2004
Poet Gryoht