texaspoet

2005-04-21T00:00:00.000-05:00

I leave her alone in her house of stone
Though I swore to you that I'd never...
She's moved on
And I
Feel the loss in my bones
Sleeping moans and groans
I'm pained in the well of night
For my past wrongs
And she
No longer has that need to watch herself bleed
So I'm not wanted the same way I was
And I am glad
To see her bloom again
Without You
And I

2005-04-20T23:56:00.000-05:00

you're ten years gone why won't you leave me alone?
does this pain mean nothing? demean nothing?
alive or dead it's left unsaid it happens in my head
these night time visits must stop
i do wonder if i was the last in the string
this thing you freely admitted doing to the blind
stupid! stupid! lying to our selves laying by our selves
while you lay abroad - the cost not worth a soul's pence
our lives fenced for anothers
do you torment their respite too?
why won't you let me sleep? i want to keep
what i've reclaimed live unchained and unstained
but you sneak up on me
most defenseless to scratch over old scars
so that i awaken with a burning in my gut
of a cut freshly sheathed with your
evil callous smile

2005-03-24T21:05:00.000-06:00

Summarizes how I feel most of the time...

Pretty frigging scary

2004-06-20T15:40:00.000-05:00

Dedicated to the memory of Maurice A. Beyke

M.A.B.

Illuminate me now
There is no tomorrow
The fire is burning out my eyes
I see what was ever and always
There is only this moment
What may be lost has never been
And still it hurts
Dance

The sun leads me onward to reality
Dissuading my blindness
Lighting the path on stone solid
If ever I were to look
To know where it rides
Will I remember the paths
If tomorrow it daunts me?
The sun blinks
Hope is extinguished

A brilliant star falls lighting a gray world
Disappearing into water
Where have you traveled now brightness?
The world of below and haven
Sleep and be gone
Ripples spreading strike me
And I remember
Yesterday

2004-06-11T02:24:00.000-05:00

I've been drowning in glimmering words
Looking for you looking
For an ounce of humanity while I was looking
for you looking for myself
A billion bytes of me can be spread
Can be led to you a false persona through
While you're looking can you see
Through me; there's a billion bites
I'm being eaten by chatting piranha on
The highway the nigh way running
Through my house running down my life
Chewing me up and spitting out
The facts spitting out spitting out
Taking what's left and getting out
There's only so much of me left
To go around
Only so much to drown in the ultimate
Stream of dream of consciousness
My flesh cannot breathe here
My brain grieves here
For you and me and the masses
Drown me out one voice browned out
And screaming for recognition
Screaming in
The dreaming of
Yesterday and tomorrow
And never

2004-06-09T17:32:00.000-05:00

Always searching,
For a new light;
An old light,
Lost it seems,
In the dwindling,
Campfire of memory.

Once,
I was a fire,
And the hunger,
Still dwells lurking,
In the corners,
Of arteries,
Waiting to spring forth,
Boiling passion;
A banked fire gone wild,
Shouting down forests.

The taste of conquest,
Stays tongue hidden,
In caged lions.

2004-06-09T00:55:00.000-05:00

I delight in self-portraiture
Woman said she loved me
Woman said take
Woman said yes
Woman said, woman said
I want the pictures in your head
The ones no one can have
I want the dreams you paint at night
The ones that scare you so bad
You leap straight out of bed swingin'
Screaming like an animal
I want unconditional communication
I don't want to talk about it!

Little girl said she wanted it
Little girl screamed
Girl said she needed it
And it scared the hell out of her

There's a bright ball I used to play with
I don't know where it is
I kept it in a safe place
Someone must have stolen it

Or it's in a June field tall with grass
Where I still run in deep
I can only find that field when I'm lost
Even lost things need a place to go
A place where they can be found
By wandering boys on summer days
That are suddenly dark and stormy

Woman says give
Woman says tell
Woman says share
She takes my ball and runs away
I'll never find it now

2004-05-05T00:15:00.000-05:00

monotony in waking
drudgery in sleep
zoning in is out
I'm a daytime zombie
sometimes I forget to be
I forget to exist
sometimes I forget me

2004-04-22T19:46:00.000-05:00

we have been lied to
and you think this is strange
you are the masses following
you are the faceless blob
and you herd believing on
that everything is o.k.
but
we have been lied to
you have to ask
what do they subsist on
you have to question
you have to disbelieve
your own hope
for
we have been lied to
every day, every commercial
every time they open their
hole and tell you cow
what you want to hear
what you want, disbelieve
and again
we have been lied to
but don't worry
no one seems to be
as long as it's pretty
we don't mind that
we have been lied to

2004-04-21T18:19:00.000-05:00

sometimes crying isn't enough
sometimes bleeding isn't enough
sometimes suffering isn't enough
sometimes...
that's all you have

2004-04-20T18:13:00.000-05:00

...i'll be posting some older stuff that not many people have seen...

You entered the fray too late
Coming from an unknown past
An unknown mother, the missing crone
And what do you want from me?
No one seems to know, I don't
You don't, you never say, though others spread
Disease and contagion, perhaps you don't deserve
But it is too late, influence you may have had was lost
Long before you appeared on the scene

I have no poem for you

And you, lost to me for years now
Gone on a path of your own choosing
Eyeballing the sun for a path where I
Do not appear, Do not fear to tread there
Apply your cares to you and yours and
Don't stir the water of strangers to you
They are mine and you are anathema
I don't know what you seek to touch
But you have brought this cancer to yourself
Gangrene haunts your step and I tire
Of your rotting

I have no poem for you

I find you in unknown pictures
Your stories someone should know
Someone should read you
Write you for the knowing alone
Yet you are lost to but a few
It is hard to cry the lost voices of ghosts
I know no reason to extend my grief
To shadows I do not know but in passing
Windows of the masses' torment
Reading your life in passages to the soul
I can not know you in brief
And so....
I let you go

I have no poem for you

terry rw whisenant
april 29, 2002

2004-04-19T18:29:00.000-05:00

what little things break
and asunder shredding
life, day-to-day, normal
yelling
he is too small
to be so full of rage

mommy puts him all
back inside