Author: Nick

Words/Actions

Words of an action and actions of words
Are vessels swathed in seas of intention.
Neither are law and either are deferred
To in conflict's caustic condescension.
Nothingness stranding an eternal core,
Enveloping the wildfire of the soul,
Extinguishes hope with a silent roar.
Divide me from the warmth, leave me in coal.
Over the sheer precipice of desire,
Riots break out in free fall to dictate 
Being as a tool in fulfillment's mire,
Opens distinctions on which to fixate.
Tell me, or won't you, that I'm beautiful;
How's my faithfulness inexcusable?

Ritual Murder

Wine-dark was Iphigenia's slit throat
At Aulis for her father's winds of war.
Ever did the earliest poets note
Power never blinks, for it's sinned before.
Blood soaks the timeless gruesome practices
Of those poised to think they could rule the world:
Druidic butchers seeking accesses
To gory foresight in entrails unfurled;
Beneath the forum girls and slaves entombed
Alive where order purportedly grows;
The role Abraham readily assumed,
Demonstrating the lengths a "great man" goes.
To this day the powerless pay the price
For fiends who lust for human sacrifice.

Song for George



My friend, it's cliché
 but you know what I'll say,
I hope to see you again.

In time, you'll return
 on a day you discern;
I hope it's me that you find.

My dear, I'll hold fast
 to a love which outlasts
Eternity and a year.

When you fly away
 doesn't mean you won't stay,
It's only a day's goodbye.

The spread of your wings
 is the nature of things,
A growth by adventure fed.

Be safe and live free;
 I'll continue to be
Your friend, though your absence chafes.

Go roam where you will
 and I'll visit until
Love reunites us at home.

Patroclus

Island child, you cry,
Life-despised, but Fate
Has a cheek softer 
To offer your state.

Raw and flawed, its law
Does slaughter us all
In the end, but grants
Glances ere we fall.

Alas, castaway,
The mast passes on.
The blank horizon
Reminds you what's gone.

Yet a treasure more
Precious invests life,
One you've never seen,
The meaning for strife.

Nothing such as him
Came under your view,
And never has he
Seen glee but in you.

Your own loneliness
No one showed akin
To, his aloofness
The same proof within.

Island abiding
In your sigh; inside
His ear or his heart
Something starts to guide.

You hoped to be close,
But no one approached.
He wasn't enthused
Until you were broached.

His aim was to play
The same game as you
When he saw the face
That paced his heart's cue.

Your deep, sleepless eyes
Leap from their rich seats.
He sees what could grow
From their woe as sweet.

The mystery's thrill
Stills your breath but throws
Your heart into throbs:
He thinks of us—those?

Can you see his need?
Why me? you ponder,
Until the doubts fly
While you both wander.

The forest's courses
You'll tour together;
On roots in the shade
You'll lay at leisure.

The trees' canopy
Reaches down, as leaves
Land within your lap;
Both laugh, both believe.

The classroom after
Hours when Math was done,
He and his guitar
Charming you with strum;

And his royal voice
Rejoicing in song
Is this prince's soul
You hold in your palm.

On the beach where each
Of you fell speechless
Seeing your bodies'
Hypnotic features.

The moon's rays breaking
On waves and on spray,
Each of his contours,
Conjures sparks of gray.

Lain on silver sands,
His pale muscles swell;
And his waist, so slim,
Casts a perfect spell.

For his part, his heart
Starts at your soft, dark
Eyes. Beneath the bright,
Starry night they spark.

Side by side from now
On, at night in bed,
Lying with his face 
Placed right by your head;

At dawn when his yawns
Sing songs while you rise,
He proves with his touch
So much of your eyes.

Blue

I swoon for beauty
So truly human,
The face of a boy
With joy illumined.

Yearning turned away.
My burden, my curse
Lifted as his lips
Slipped into my verse.

Embrace, erase time
Debased. Grace, the theme
Down at our feet, tame
Living as a team.

My truth is in blue,
A youth from an isle.
There, within his eyes,
I finally smile.

I find it hard to believe

I find it hard to believe that it's me,
Progressing with empty steps in this way;
And yet when it changes, no one can say.

Be it family or society,
My costs are for someone else to defray.
To be sure I'm the lesser moiety
Progressing with empty steps in this way.

A mystery moment I hope to see:
Elusive success of my own to pay,
And an opportunity that I may.
I find it hard to believe that it's me,
Progressing with empty steps in this way;
And yet when it changes, no one can say.