Naturality ~by Echo
 

blended in
wheels
crunches
hand made machinery
piles
tires
to the ground

pushed out
burn it all
violent searing flame
burn it all

we too
we two
are alike
man made machinery
set wild
scattered to the wind
calling each other back
to meet
 

caffeine clemency at 12:40 am

glow in the daylight
burn in the sun
fire below
many outweighing one.

burn in the shadows
incense not despair
turn into shadows
changing
explaining
aware

forclose everything we've seen
all gods we've prayed to
all deeds we've lost
and i'm another business deal.
how much did i cost?

Mortality drawn by a waverly crayon line ~by Echo

Drop thin line of water
on a naked
scandalous BARBIE DOLL
in crayon

and Ken's underwear
made in a mold

Gold watch.
"Barbie, where's yo bra? wuzzup
smak yo bitch arownd."

go do the dishes
drive your CorVETte
Ken makes the income
while you fly to the moon
(impossible dreamscapes)
imagine that.

Run me through spellcheckk
a queue of endless moonscapes
craters and boundaries
playgrounds of the goldwatchwearers
everywhere

Skipper lost her puppy
Skipper lost her car
Skipper lost her house
Job
Skipper won't get too far.

"hey Barb, does your little sister have to move in?
She takes all the fun away
Our fighting and elite masochistic ways."

"hey Ken, that's ok, she's only kin,
let's turn our backs on her
lock her out instead of in."

stoic 6 ~by Echo

voices
rolling by like waves
seas of nothings
full of tears

centers
rolling by like minutes
meeting somewhere
at the 6 on
the clock.

on the hour
i can expect you to ring the bell
bouncing loudly on the walls of the castle
that i call my home,
beckoning Princess
(that's me in this dream)
to come down from her tower
(wearing only a crown!)

you notice only the scroll in her hand
with words for you.

crazy dreams for that you are!
 

Green ~by Echo
Ode to a half inch Irish frog figurine

on my desk green frog
immortalized in plastic & felt
with a slick red bow tie
bug eyes and a frown,
good luck erin hat.
what are you waiting for little guy?
some anthropromorphic sterilzation
that will hold you to a mold
for life?
don't you just want to throw your hands in the air and sing?
what a language
this silence
this room
this air
so chilled that it's frozen you
dead as the grass that was once new
and i, much the same (at least inside.)
And so WE relate, small half inch figurine
-not even tall enough to be a figure!
-am i a woman that has an acceptable one?
your tie is misplaced
my necklace off center
your mouth forever silent
mine a bit off key tonight,
thinking of you instead of someone i love

my song, your score, our life. ~by Echo

You have sprung into my life
typical knight
in tie dye with rescue music
that you've scored yourself
all for me.

each part of me
you touch with words
breath over me
unchilling
making me mortal again

i can survive one more day.

Running down the screen like water tears grave ~by Echo

I don't blame myself for anything like feelings
feeling
walked all over by something you'd never
flaunt
or tease me with intentionally
sweet vulnerability
could be crushed like dried leaves
my water could pour into
fill
make whole again.
you never were filled?
there is a point where you can be.
if you see my restraints,
above your restrictions
our reservations
i can show you.
a poet's silence ~Echo

Words can only do so much.
A poet's silence

Longs for touch.

Your tangible expressions
Phone lines and
cords are venomous animals wrapped around us all
they tame us
shape us.

skin body figure all lose meaning
when words can shape something
(was i the walrus or carl sandburg yesterday?)

tracing veins in my arm
we all have veins
minds, analytical brains
depressing needing dependent hearts
independent freedom souls apart
searching
Longs for touch
 

Angie ~by Echo
 

Angie,
don't feel so lost.
paper planes gold letters embossed
all mean the same thing:
a poetic exercise
in a school
without pain.

We may laugh now
but our flighty realism is more than that pain
...somehow

You search beyond your window
Your door
And who made your hands the hands of a human
feeling so ungodly
yet dignified and humble
seldom unworthy
And that demands respect in the most cleansing
sensible way
at least for someone else, someone like me
who works inthe same "freak show"
while the real false world
around us
turns
...somehow
there is consistency
Upgrowing- God's Blood-Letting (go) ~by Echo

Warm motherly hand
Smoothing over her infant's warm head
Cupping water over baby's soft newness
gently
Returning it to a salt bath
Nature's machine
on gentle cycle.

But this dawn is not an option.

This child will live
for thousands of days
Mother will give
and let loose her pain
because of what she was put through.
A day's work
(their laundry mixing together
folded together)
and a day's end.

BLUE ~ Echo
 

New baby's eyes
New love sea disguise
Crimson cheeks
love protects

a boat in the ocean
a womb upon a hill that no lightning dare strike
or make a sound
for blue eyes to open

Too and honest,
James.
You will get hurt when someone
other than me
Can see past your deep lenses of silk
that the dreamers wove and cast there
like dawn and fresh salt air that dare not spoil on its own.
 

Silence ~by echo

are words on a page
that you don't have to hear
or feel
unless you want to

the ability to prove
by demonstration
what could only be done
by remaining one
[a black sheep-
dirty and tainted but ne'er like the rest!]

the senility to lose
everything that is real
to help others begin to seal up
fantasies and lock them in bottles
or dreams and send them across the world
so light
that they can float!

fear ~Echo

There's a vision
This multi faceted
Dreamy cruise like trip you can take
All for free
Costs nothing
Be

There's a highway
Near a boat you can catch.
Both take you to one place
Interrogated irrigated dry wet soaked
Intergalactic theorems
Where the geniuses play.
They borrow our spare time!

Hungry stomachs
although half full
half eaten and beaten
by swallowed hearts
and acetate breath
of a Scientific realm
no child's play here
swordplay fantasies disappear
Crystal Dragons produce my fear.

Mem'ry. ~Echo

sensation feeling like nature's wolf
in my living room
(memories, these are, lassie).
tickle
wake up
it's 6 am,
you shout louder than the alarm with your cold wet nose,
puppy
but so much sweeter.
Only I know how to disable the racket
That you hear twice as loudly as I.
Ripping off the covers
(Those are down feathers!)
Ripping AT the covers
Your nose brushes my leg,
We must begin this day.