"Into The Nothing"
Enough of this
the sunlight is gone now
though it is still only midday
the blood runs cold
coughing, reeling, spitting
uttering blasphemy
to the unseen Power
as pain rises from the depths
of my wretched bones
I reach out for your hand
as you lay face down on the ground
with life's unseamly grasp slowly
slipping away
as the sirens blare
off in the distance
the smoking gun
parched lips split apart
in a wide toothed grin
anticipating the encircling vultures overhead
into the abyss where beautiful despair
shall wait like an old lover nevermore scorned.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Poem: "The Parting"
"The Parting"
Standing the doorway
this should not be
if this must end
let me be the one to bleed
nothing left flowing in my veins
my brain betrays me
there is no starting over
the divide has become too great
I am the shadow
that haunts the night
while you sleep comfortably
in the memory of longing
the grip threatens to overtake you
I do not wish to be saved
from whatever dismal fate
the serpent may cast
after the fall
you stand over me
reaching out to touch my cheek
and with a final kiss
you whispered as you left,
"You should have known better."
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Standing the doorway
this should not be
if this must end
let me be the one to bleed
nothing left flowing in my veins
my brain betrays me
there is no starting over
the divide has become too great
I am the shadow
that haunts the night
while you sleep comfortably
in the memory of longing
the grip threatens to overtake you
I do not wish to be saved
from whatever dismal fate
the serpent may cast
after the fall
you stand over me
reaching out to touch my cheek
and with a final kiss
you whispered as you left,
"You should have known better."
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Smoldering"
"The Smoldering"
Amid the burning wreckage
as my body is wracked with pain
as the heart beats slower
creeping its way
to embrace an unknown fate
you reach out to me
calling my name
trying somehow desperately
to revive my spirit
as I feel life's grip slip away
like beautiful leaves in the autumn wind
the sting of tears blinds your eyes
for a moment
hold me close
in your fervent embrace
lying alone in the highway
under the blazing heat
of the merciless sun
safer to leave now
and allow the better
of your natures
to bridge the gap.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Amid the burning wreckage
as my body is wracked with pain
as the heart beats slower
creeping its way
to embrace an unknown fate
you reach out to me
calling my name
trying somehow desperately
to revive my spirit
as I feel life's grip slip away
like beautiful leaves in the autumn wind
the sting of tears blinds your eyes
for a moment
hold me close
in your fervent embrace
lying alone in the highway
under the blazing heat
of the merciless sun
safer to leave now
and allow the better
of your natures
to bridge the gap.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Future Prince"
"The Future Prince"
Cloaked in armor
he stands, a solitary figure
the feel of newly green glass
under his feet
In the distance, he hears
the subtle roar of oncoming death
he is neither afraid nor remorseless
raising his sword, he charges
into the fray
the memory of his long dead father
the former hero king
burning into his tender ears
inside, he trembles
the prince, this fair haired
perfect boy of a man
driven by duty, cautioned by love
and devoted to revenge's subtle lure
he has become her faithful servant
in the distance, his rival
the dark haired demon ghost
tests his resolve
when life has lost
its former luster
and love has bled dry
the young man, bound by honor
will seek out to meet his fate
although darkness has descended
the world still exists, far and wide
embracing desperation
in a perpetual dance
amid the howling of
the lost and the damned
back to the restless dust
whence they came.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Cloaked in armor
he stands, a solitary figure
the feel of newly green glass
under his feet
In the distance, he hears
the subtle roar of oncoming death
he is neither afraid nor remorseless
raising his sword, he charges
into the fray
the memory of his long dead father
the former hero king
burning into his tender ears
inside, he trembles
the prince, this fair haired
perfect boy of a man
driven by duty, cautioned by love
and devoted to revenge's subtle lure
he has become her faithful servant
in the distance, his rival
the dark haired demon ghost
tests his resolve
when life has lost
its former luster
and love has bled dry
the young man, bound by honor
will seek out to meet his fate
although darkness has descended
the world still exists, far and wide
embracing desperation
in a perpetual dance
amid the howling of
the lost and the damned
back to the restless dust
whence they came.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Forever Queen"
"The Forever Queen"
The battle is over
the field drenched in sweat
and littered with blood
a dream, the same awful nightmare
the queen wakens to the intruding light
of breaking day
the queen, young and virtuous, is alone
beauty's touch on her radiant, pure face
as her soft hair falls about her shoulders
the baby inside her is restless
rebelling already against the embracing warmth
of her womb
the future prince destined
to never know the courage
of his father, struck down
a cold dish to satisfy
the whims of enemy's revenge
"Oh how I loved you, darling," she sobbed
falling to her knees as she cradled his lifeless head
and gazed deeply into the dead king's empty, forlorn eyes
The queen raises her head and cocks her head
to listen to the barely audible rhythms of the earth
as she runs her hand softly over her belly
desperately longing for the embrace of her
valiant and brave savior.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The battle is over
the field drenched in sweat
and littered with blood
a dream, the same awful nightmare
the queen wakens to the intruding light
of breaking day
the queen, young and virtuous, is alone
beauty's touch on her radiant, pure face
as her soft hair falls about her shoulders
the baby inside her is restless
rebelling already against the embracing warmth
of her womb
the future prince destined
to never know the courage
of his father, struck down
a cold dish to satisfy
the whims of enemy's revenge
"Oh how I loved you, darling," she sobbed
falling to her knees as she cradled his lifeless head
and gazed deeply into the dead king's empty, forlorn eyes
The queen raises her head and cocks her head
to listen to the barely audible rhythms of the earth
as she runs her hand softly over her belly
desperately longing for the embrace of her
valiant and brave savior.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Solitary King"
"The Solitary King"
The fervent raging within my heart
has ceased
as the lark begins to sing
a mournful lullaby
death cannot overtake
the love that I hold for you
as the sun burns down
in menacing radiance
the night, with its subtle breath,
speaks in hushed tones
if you shall cry fervent tears
remember, my love
lest you should ever forget:
what we have shared
has survived war and woe
sun and shade
the owl and the nightingale
when I shall draw
life's last fateful gasp
when the glory of my present flesh
has lost its allure
let God buy my bones
deep into the encircling earth
allow the lingering sweetness of
your divine screams
be the lingering knell
ringing in my rotting, deafening ears.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The fervent raging within my heart
has ceased
as the lark begins to sing
a mournful lullaby
death cannot overtake
the love that I hold for you
as the sun burns down
in menacing radiance
the night, with its subtle breath,
speaks in hushed tones
if you shall cry fervent tears
remember, my love
lest you should ever forget:
what we have shared
has survived war and woe
sun and shade
the owl and the nightingale
when I shall draw
life's last fateful gasp
when the glory of my present flesh
has lost its allure
let God buy my bones
deep into the encircling earth
allow the lingering sweetness of
your divine screams
be the lingering knell
ringing in my rotting, deafening ears.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Dividing Line"
"The Dividing Line"
He walked into the bar
it was smoky, crowded
countless fleeting faces
it has been ages
since the last time
of his inevitable dying
she was sitting at a nearby table
alone, luminous in her apparent despair
over the whole situation
she had cried so much
the mascara had run down her face
"Buy you a drink, honey?," he asked quietly
as he took a seat across from her
Nodding her head, she slid her glass toward him
Inside, she was seething
Hands shaking to the point
that she wanted to slap him
Still, she wanted to kiss him
Imagining how the moonlight
shone, illuminating a hidden desperation
As the bells rang for the final time,
signalling a forlorn glimpse
damned are the uninvited.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
He walked into the bar
it was smoky, crowded
countless fleeting faces
it has been ages
since the last time
of his inevitable dying
she was sitting at a nearby table
alone, luminous in her apparent despair
over the whole situation
she had cried so much
the mascara had run down her face
"Buy you a drink, honey?," he asked quietly
as he took a seat across from her
Nodding her head, she slid her glass toward him
Inside, she was seething
Hands shaking to the point
that she wanted to slap him
Still, she wanted to kiss him
Imagining how the moonlight
shone, illuminating a hidden desperation
As the bells rang for the final time,
signalling a forlorn glimpse
damned are the uninvited.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Poem: "The Dark Ones"
"The Dark Ones"
- for Buko.
dear ________,
she walked down
the narrow street
moonlight hitting her face
something inside
gnawing, festering
like a black widow
crawling
spinning
a beautiful web
the homeless guy
in the ripped shirt
and dirty jeans
is thinking obscene thoughts
as he watches her walk
a brother and sister run along
oblivious in their game
of hide and seek
she longs her a cigarette
it's been months since
she's been kissed
in the back seat
of a stranger's
vintage '57 Cadillac
"If only I had chosen to wear lace tonight," she said
wistfully under a lonely, glittering
street light.
- GT
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
- for Buko.
dear ________,
she walked down
the narrow street
moonlight hitting her face
something inside
gnawing, festering
like a black widow
crawling
spinning
a beautiful web
the homeless guy
in the ripped shirt
and dirty jeans
is thinking obscene thoughts
as he watches her walk
a brother and sister run along
oblivious in their game
of hide and seek
she longs her a cigarette
it's been months since
she's been kissed
in the back seat
of a stranger's
vintage '57 Cadillac
"If only I had chosen to wear lace tonight," she said
wistfully under a lonely, glittering
street light.
- GT
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Fleeting"
"Fleeting"
- for Buko.
dear ______,
I have been stuck
in this cramped room
hunched over
the typewriter
you sent me unwrapped
three Christmas' ago
trying to find the words
sometimes your voice
floats in my head
just before sleep arrive
the cabinets are bare
my chest feels like
a thousand rotten butterflies
the sweetest decline
of modern civilization
has been the institution
of high rise dishwashers
the words threaten to overtake
my delicate fingers
should I stay here
and surrender to the inglorious
bastards who stalk
like living shadows
ever so subtle
into the fray?
- RD
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
- for Buko.
dear ______,
I have been stuck
in this cramped room
hunched over
the typewriter
you sent me unwrapped
three Christmas' ago
trying to find the words
sometimes your voice
floats in my head
just before sleep arrive
the cabinets are bare
my chest feels like
a thousand rotten butterflies
the sweetest decline
of modern civilization
has been the institution
of high rise dishwashers
the words threaten to overtake
my delicate fingers
should I stay here
and surrender to the inglorious
bastards who stalk
like living shadows
ever so subtle
into the fray?
- RD
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Call Waiting"
"Call Waiting"
dear ___________,
that shade of red accentuates
your lovely shape
a glass of wine is waiting for you
on the table
if you want to unwind
the last time you were over
my house
we danced really close
and my hands slipped down
your back a little too far
I remember the way
you blushed as a tiny laugh
escaped, you winked,
"Just couldn't keep your hands to yourself," you muttered
as we kissed and talked
until the morning sunlight shone through
the slightly open window
all the while
the phone lay
off the hook.
- NV
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear ___________,
that shade of red accentuates
your lovely shape
a glass of wine is waiting for you
on the table
if you want to unwind
the last time you were over
my house
we danced really close
and my hands slipped down
your back a little too far
I remember the way
you blushed as a tiny laugh
escaped, you winked,
"Just couldn't keep your hands to yourself," you muttered
as we kissed and talked
until the morning sunlight shone through
the slightly open window
all the while
the phone lay
off the hook.
- NV
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Saturday Lullaby"
"Saturday Lullaby"
There are leaves everywhere
it is nearly the September
of my mutual unraveling
maybe there is a chance
that the phone will stop
its incessant misquito
the bed is unkempt
the sheets have turned
a pale yellow white
the birds outside are circling overhead
the raindrops feel bitter
on my tongue
if I allow memory to linger a while longer
maybe someday will end
and we'll be in each other's arms
once more.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
There are leaves everywhere
it is nearly the September
of my mutual unraveling
maybe there is a chance
that the phone will stop
its incessant misquito
the bed is unkempt
the sheets have turned
a pale yellow white
the birds outside are circling overhead
the raindrops feel bitter
on my tongue
if I allow memory to linger a while longer
maybe someday will end
and we'll be in each other's arms
once more.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Losing Stanley"
"Losing Stanley"
I hate my life, he says
as he drinks coffee
out of the same cup
that he has been using
for ten years
maybe he'll choose
to wear the tie with the fishes
with blue and red stripes
maybe he'll stand outside
for twenty minutes
while playing with his dog's
water bowl Frisbee
he wants to call Franny
and tell her that he's not coming
to the usual Scrabble marathon tonight
I watch him sometimes
waving at no one in particular.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
I hate my life, he says
as he drinks coffee
out of the same cup
that he has been using
for ten years
maybe he'll choose
to wear the tie with the fishes
with blue and red stripes
maybe he'll stand outside
for twenty minutes
while playing with his dog's
water bowl Frisbee
he wants to call Franny
and tell her that he's not coming
to the usual Scrabble marathon tonight
I watch him sometimes
waving at no one in particular.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "A Slight Exaggeration"
"A Slight Exaggeration"
If I can't see the sunset
or feel the vibrant heat
of the sun beating down on my bare back
or see my lover's face
I would rather
lay here in solitude
exposed to the seething
Glow of moon and delicate shadow
if I can't have you
or know the beauty of your touch
lie to me just one more time
and stay awhile.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
If I can't see the sunset
or feel the vibrant heat
of the sun beating down on my bare back
or see my lover's face
I would rather
lay here in solitude
exposed to the seething
Glow of moon and delicate shadow
if I can't have you
or know the beauty of your touch
lie to me just one more time
and stay awhile.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Falling"
"Falling"
The sunset fades
sand on the beach
crumbles in my hands
sitting in shorts in flip flops
fishing with one's bare hands
equals ten points off one's IQ
outside, I don't want to go
maybe I should just close my eyes
maybe if I think hard enough and long enough
you'll come sit beside me for awhile
and smile with your beautiful eyes a gleaming
we'll talk awhile about nothing in particular
if I take you in my arms and kiss you
just one last time
could you spin the world for a moment
and stop the fall?
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The sunset fades
sand on the beach
crumbles in my hands
sitting in shorts in flip flops
fishing with one's bare hands
equals ten points off one's IQ
outside, I don't want to go
maybe I should just close my eyes
maybe if I think hard enough and long enough
you'll come sit beside me for awhile
and smile with your beautiful eyes a gleaming
we'll talk awhile about nothing in particular
if I take you in my arms and kiss you
just one last time
could you spin the world for a moment
and stop the fall?
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Poem: "Love, Hate"
"Love, Hate"
dear ________,
Can you tell me once more
why we are here
sharing the same space
after we promised
"never again"?
no, the twilight is beckoning
we must not be late
you and I are compelled
to make it home tonight
when you wake in the morning
and the sun is bright
and you lay so still and peaceful
something gnaws at my insides
and I grow tired of you
during the hours of departure
in the wistful meantime
the cock crows thrice at Peter
I pray you don't
take offense at my quiet conjecture
reflection is not always
the easiest thing to purge
I love you
when you're seething
in the undercurrents
of unspoken tempests
but enough of this now
wait for me still
and your reward will be
my eternal patience.
- SW
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear ________,
Can you tell me once more
why we are here
sharing the same space
after we promised
"never again"?
no, the twilight is beckoning
we must not be late
you and I are compelled
to make it home tonight
when you wake in the morning
and the sun is bright
and you lay so still and peaceful
something gnaws at my insides
and I grow tired of you
during the hours of departure
in the wistful meantime
the cock crows thrice at Peter
I pray you don't
take offense at my quiet conjecture
reflection is not always
the easiest thing to purge
I love you
when you're seething
in the undercurrents
of unspoken tempests
but enough of this now
wait for me still
and your reward will be
my eternal patience.
- SW
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Ultimatum"
"The Ultimatum"
dear _______,
I must tell you, dear
that I cannot take
much more of
your resolve
if we must part ways
like the swirling tides
of the fervent ocean
let me show you
all the scars
you will walk away from
no one is unscathed, dear
innocence is no excuse
for idle mediocrity
flush the toilet
on the way out
get gone, my darling
if I must breathe again
the open spaces whisper
proclaiming our epic failure
can you see, in the distance, dear?
she waits for you
go to her, my sweet bastard,
and kiss her quickly
lest the raindrops cease to fall
and the heavens roar their disdain
get gone, beloved,
this is the last time
don't bother to say good-bye.
- CJ
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _______,
I must tell you, dear
that I cannot take
much more of
your resolve
if we must part ways
like the swirling tides
of the fervent ocean
let me show you
all the scars
you will walk away from
no one is unscathed, dear
innocence is no excuse
for idle mediocrity
flush the toilet
on the way out
get gone, my darling
if I must breathe again
the open spaces whisper
proclaiming our epic failure
can you see, in the distance, dear?
she waits for you
go to her, my sweet bastard,
and kiss her quickly
lest the raindrops cease to fall
and the heavens roar their disdain
get gone, beloved,
this is the last time
don't bother to say good-bye.
- CJ
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Warning Label"
"The Warning Label"
dear _______,
It begins like a dance
maybe he didn't know
how to keep moving in time
looked like he was
Antonio Banderas with two left feet
poor bastard
you should have seen the look
of horror on his face
The way he could do the splits
should be outlawed
except if you're gay or a woman
he called me again tonight
left like forty messages on my cell
and a dozen roses on the doorstep
to my apartment, my God
did he manage to get a key?
no, no, no
the impetus to stay
must not infere with rational indecision
some guys just don't get it
what fun is it to give in, so easy
when all this girl wants to do is
get ahead?
- NT
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _______,
It begins like a dance
maybe he didn't know
how to keep moving in time
looked like he was
Antonio Banderas with two left feet
poor bastard
you should have seen the look
of horror on his face
The way he could do the splits
should be outlawed
except if you're gay or a woman
he called me again tonight
left like forty messages on my cell
and a dozen roses on the doorstep
to my apartment, my God
did he manage to get a key?
no, no, no
the impetus to stay
must not infere with rational indecision
some guys just don't get it
what fun is it to give in, so easy
when all this girl wants to do is
get ahead?
- NT
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Guerreiro"
"Guerreiro"
dear _________,
And so it never
ends so simply
in the sordid spaces
our our divided attention spans
I could not bring myself
to tell you this time
how much it pained me
to wait until you decided
to happen upon the scene
was it simple? no
nothing ever like this
begins or falls this way
I left the number
scrawled hurriedly
on the back of a restaurant napkin
I just want to close my eyes
and forget Brazil
and displace the former affections
chosen to leave behind
the pull of Sao Paulo
beckons me out of fitful sleep
as I walk to the window
and gaze at the lovely moon
as rain starts to fall once more
the anticipation of home
makes me hate the here and now
still, I think of Sao Paulo.
- IO
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _________,
And so it never
ends so simply
in the sordid spaces
our our divided attention spans
I could not bring myself
to tell you this time
how much it pained me
to wait until you decided
to happen upon the scene
was it simple? no
nothing ever like this
begins or falls this way
I left the number
scrawled hurriedly
on the back of a restaurant napkin
I just want to close my eyes
and forget Brazil
and displace the former affections
chosen to leave behind
the pull of Sao Paulo
beckons me out of fitful sleep
as I walk to the window
and gaze at the lovely moon
as rain starts to fall once more
the anticipation of home
makes me hate the here and now
still, I think of Sao Paulo.
- IO
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "If I Could"
"If I Could"
dear _______,
in the afterglow
after the moment
of our mutual cease fire
has quietly passed
burn the candle
in memory of fading sunset
and approaching night
bury it deep in the fragile ground
take her little hand
and tell her where I now lay
remind, my sweet little one,
"Your mother loved you so"
please tell her
that if I could
I'd take her away with me
up in this beautiful place
where rain and sky
cease to tame the
unbridled passions
of those left painfully behind
I want you to know
that, if I could
I'd tell you once more, dear
if I only could.
- RS
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _______,
in the afterglow
after the moment
of our mutual cease fire
has quietly passed
burn the candle
in memory of fading sunset
and approaching night
bury it deep in the fragile ground
take her little hand
and tell her where I now lay
remind, my sweet little one,
"Your mother loved you so"
please tell her
that if I could
I'd take her away with me
up in this beautiful place
where rain and sky
cease to tame the
unbridled passions
of those left painfully behind
I want you to know
that, if I could
I'd tell you once more, dear
if I only could.
- RS
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Hothouse Flowers"
"Hothouse Flowers"
dear _______,
the woman left her husband
at the altar pining
after three years
negotiations are underway
for the mutual exclusivity pact
leading to a flurry of last minute
shrugging and backdoor shinanigans
the suits walk in unison
as she waits behind a locked door
breathing softly, her thoughts drift off
if she dialed the number, would she be there?
dismissing the notion of fleeting indiscretion
she coolly powdered her nose
and re-applied her lipstick
the door cracked open
as a man with dark hair and unsightly teeth
sat down across the table from her
"Miss? We have a proposition for you," he said as he slowly
took out a pack of Camels and slid it across the table
the woman, now smiling, reached out
and, fidgeting for her lighter, she leaned closer
eyes glittering in the subtle light
"What is it do you have in mind?," she said demurely
the tension rising as the hothouse flowers began
to wilt in seething desperation.
- KL
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _______,
the woman left her husband
at the altar pining
after three years
negotiations are underway
for the mutual exclusivity pact
leading to a flurry of last minute
shrugging and backdoor shinanigans
the suits walk in unison
as she waits behind a locked door
breathing softly, her thoughts drift off
if she dialed the number, would she be there?
dismissing the notion of fleeting indiscretion
she coolly powdered her nose
and re-applied her lipstick
the door cracked open
as a man with dark hair and unsightly teeth
sat down across the table from her
"Miss? We have a proposition for you," he said as he slowly
took out a pack of Camels and slid it across the table
the woman, now smiling, reached out
and, fidgeting for her lighter, she leaned closer
eyes glittering in the subtle light
"What is it do you have in mind?," she said demurely
the tension rising as the hothouse flowers began
to wilt in seething desperation.
- KL
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Intersection"
"Intersection"
dear _________,
during the last incarnation
of our premature demise
you whispered in my ear
reeking of pain and desperation
I clung to you
to your promises and supplications
hoping that when I awoke
the morning after
our mutual intersection
you would not choose the hard way
I know the door is tempting you
to leave all you know behind
but despite our freefall neurotic tendencies
what I hold for you in my heart
makes my insides writhe and twist
with anticipation
I saw a picture of you
in nothing but a trenchcoat
made me uncross my legs
and drink you in
even though you're gone
the fire still burns
lingering on my mouth
each moment spent with you
etched on the contours
of my forever beating
bruised compass.
- UD
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _________,
during the last incarnation
of our premature demise
you whispered in my ear
reeking of pain and desperation
I clung to you
to your promises and supplications
hoping that when I awoke
the morning after
our mutual intersection
you would not choose the hard way
I know the door is tempting you
to leave all you know behind
but despite our freefall neurotic tendencies
what I hold for you in my heart
makes my insides writhe and twist
with anticipation
I saw a picture of you
in nothing but a trenchcoat
made me uncross my legs
and drink you in
even though you're gone
the fire still burns
lingering on my mouth
each moment spent with you
etched on the contours
of my forever beating
bruised compass.
- UD
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Crawl"
"Crawl"
dear ________,
I apologize for the vagueness
that was apparent in my last reply
but, if you must know, I still
still am
holding on to the premise
of what we shared that summer ago
now torn asunder
as I lay in bed, unclothed, aching
for the slightest provocation for you
to catch me in my most private of moments
the desperation parches my throat
there is no water in this tiny space
now littered with my present debauchery
at night, when I'm alone, I think of you
laying next to me
your soft contours, skin against skin
I reach out to you, my dear sweet child
tonight, I will marry the bed, I think
I've been feeling very Anne Sexton today
perhaps I will find the resolve to put on my makeup
and go into this glittering paradise, this untamed
urban precipice and hope in vain
to replace you with another
but no matter how pretty she is
no matter how sweet her tempting rose
may prove to be
I'll always crawl back to you, dear
and, when I close my eyes
and open myself up to the moonlit night
you'll be in my embrace once more
tonight, I will marry the bed.
- CS
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear ________,
I apologize for the vagueness
that was apparent in my last reply
but, if you must know, I still
still am
holding on to the premise
of what we shared that summer ago
now torn asunder
as I lay in bed, unclothed, aching
for the slightest provocation for you
to catch me in my most private of moments
the desperation parches my throat
there is no water in this tiny space
now littered with my present debauchery
at night, when I'm alone, I think of you
laying next to me
your soft contours, skin against skin
I reach out to you, my dear sweet child
tonight, I will marry the bed, I think
I've been feeling very Anne Sexton today
perhaps I will find the resolve to put on my makeup
and go into this glittering paradise, this untamed
urban precipice and hope in vain
to replace you with another
but no matter how pretty she is
no matter how sweet her tempting rose
may prove to be
I'll always crawl back to you, dear
and, when I close my eyes
and open myself up to the moonlit night
you'll be in my embrace once more
tonight, I will marry the bed.
- CS
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Underneath"
"Underneath"
dear _________,
I'm usually not a jealous bitch
but this melacholy is undermining
my carefully crafted facade
of nuanced indifference
Andy came over last night
it was late
and I wasn't in the mood
for idle small talk
or meaningless unattached company
but as soon as I opened the door,
Andy smiled with those pale eyes
subtle pools of green that seem to shimmer
in the subdued light
something inside me
felt the compulsion to grab her
lead her to my bedroom and lock the door
as you know already
I'm not as prudish as I let on
so when I awoke the next morning
and went to the bathroom,
I let the towel drop
and left the door cracked
ever so slightly ajar
just in case Andy woke up
and saw me glistening with
anticipation
Andy just stared back
and, with a hint of a smile,
she whispered in desperation
reached for her favorite companion
and surrendered for one final go.
- FC
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _________,
I'm usually not a jealous bitch
but this melacholy is undermining
my carefully crafted facade
of nuanced indifference
Andy came over last night
it was late
and I wasn't in the mood
for idle small talk
or meaningless unattached company
but as soon as I opened the door,
Andy smiled with those pale eyes
subtle pools of green that seem to shimmer
in the subdued light
something inside me
felt the compulsion to grab her
lead her to my bedroom and lock the door
as you know already
I'm not as prudish as I let on
so when I awoke the next morning
and went to the bathroom,
I let the towel drop
and left the door cracked
ever so slightly ajar
just in case Andy woke up
and saw me glistening with
anticipation
Andy just stared back
and, with a hint of a smile,
she whispered in desperation
reached for her favorite companion
and surrendered for one final go.
- FC
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Forlorn"
"Forlorn"
It was supposed to be
a good time for her
last night
she bought a new
shimmery slip of
a dress, dainty
black and glittery
spent over an hour getting ready
she was excited
at the prospect of seeing her again
the last time they spoke
she spent half the night
staring at Lucinda
Lucinda was someone
everyone wanted to be near
or get to know
the woman laughed plenty
loved hard
and forvever seemed the subject
of gossip, envy, or adoration
her every move scrutinized
her every word pined on
when she kissed Sam
during the afterparty
the damage left in her wake
was palable
in the corner, the blonde
in the black dress
that glittered
fell to her knees in a heap
sobbing
naive and forlorn
such an unrequited provocation
of rampant neglect.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Delizo
It was supposed to be
a good time for her
last night
she bought a new
shimmery slip of
a dress, dainty
black and glittery
spent over an hour getting ready
she was excited
at the prospect of seeing her again
the last time they spoke
she spent half the night
staring at Lucinda
Lucinda was someone
everyone wanted to be near
or get to know
the woman laughed plenty
loved hard
and forvever seemed the subject
of gossip, envy, or adoration
her every move scrutinized
her every word pined on
when she kissed Sam
during the afterparty
the damage left in her wake
was palable
in the corner, the blonde
in the black dress
that glittered
fell to her knees in a heap
sobbing
naive and forlorn
such an unrequited provocation
of rampant neglect.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Delizo
Monday, April 20, 2009
Poem: "420"
"420"
She paces the room
staring at the note
the woman from
the other night left
somewhere, a voice
calls out
"you should, you should"
it tells her
as she puts her makeup on
and stops to pose in the mirror
the anticipation swells from within
her lover's voice lingers
as she imagines her
staring at her long legs
and thinking all the while
forbidden thoughts
such luscious skin
each beautiful curve
every precious space
she needs her
somewhere, the woman waits
desire whispering in the shadows
feigning modesty,
she uncrosses her legs
and reaches for her trenchcoat
as seduction, vice, and longing
threaten to overtake
her suddenly fragile
romantic inclinations
the push and pull is too strong
as the object of her affection
waits impatiently
the anticipation seething
in the undertow of moonlit deceit.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
She paces the room
staring at the note
the woman from
the other night left
somewhere, a voice
calls out
"you should, you should"
it tells her
as she puts her makeup on
and stops to pose in the mirror
the anticipation swells from within
her lover's voice lingers
as she imagines her
staring at her long legs
and thinking all the while
forbidden thoughts
such luscious skin
each beautiful curve
every precious space
she needs her
somewhere, the woman waits
desire whispering in the shadows
feigning modesty,
she uncrosses her legs
and reaches for her trenchcoat
as seduction, vice, and longing
threaten to overtake
her suddenly fragile
romantic inclinations
the push and pull is too strong
as the object of her affection
waits impatiently
the anticipation seething
in the undertow of moonlit deceit.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Return"
"The Return"
Today is Monday
the lights shine
a little too brightly
scantily clad pedestrians
crowd the sidewalk
antsy and overheated
not a cloud in the sky
the forecast calls for
a steady downpour
of upturned, anxious
gate crashing road rage
adrenaline, plastic tube
respirators at the ready
the twilight of angry
40-something soccer mobs
is about to descend
upon the populace of
the town
Hope, 2 by 4
the babies in the street
can't shield their eyes much longer
lest the foreboding Tonka psychopaths
cast a sultry, knowing glare.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Today is Monday
the lights shine
a little too brightly
scantily clad pedestrians
crowd the sidewalk
antsy and overheated
not a cloud in the sky
the forecast calls for
a steady downpour
of upturned, anxious
gate crashing road rage
adrenaline, plastic tube
respirators at the ready
the twilight of angry
40-something soccer mobs
is about to descend
upon the populace of
the town
Hope, 2 by 4
the babies in the street
can't shield their eyes much longer
lest the foreboding Tonka psychopaths
cast a sultry, knowing glare.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Stealing Columbine"
"Stealing Columbine"
dear ________,
in the grand scheme
of our mutual unraveling
when the dust settles
in our weary bones
and you and I are barely
hanging onto a thread
in some perverted attempt
to restore a measure of innocence
remember this before the notion
of spitting in my face and dancing
on my grave suddenly appeals to you:
I have longed for you
ever since youth was stolen at Columbine
If we cannot ever know
the beauty of lying next to one another
in rapture
please lock me away in your heart
and let neither heaven nor hell
stand in the way
of our fervent affection
despite the guise of our present
desperate straits.
- P
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear ________,
in the grand scheme
of our mutual unraveling
when the dust settles
in our weary bones
and you and I are barely
hanging onto a thread
in some perverted attempt
to restore a measure of innocence
remember this before the notion
of spitting in my face and dancing
on my grave suddenly appeals to you:
I have longed for you
ever since youth was stolen at Columbine
If we cannot ever know
the beauty of lying next to one another
in rapture
please lock me away in your heart
and let neither heaven nor hell
stand in the way
of our fervent affection
despite the guise of our present
desperate straits.
- P
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Death Trap"
"Death Trap"
dear ________,
last night was a total disaster
I found out that
apparently it takes
20 drinks at some smoking
stench filled hell hole
of a bar
to get my mojo working
then she walks in
all eyes on her
mid-thirties
tan, long legs
wearing a top that shimmers
and exposes her midriff ever so subtly
she leans over to the bartender
and whispers something in her ear
the woman giggles coyly
as the drink almost spills
"how did your date go?," asks the bartender
The woman leans closer and smiles
"He was a tool. Like a fucking death trap."
She gets up slowly
And blows the bartender a kiss
The anticipation between
What's to come and
What could have been
Is treatening to unravel her delicate insides
The moment, palpable
As a black, silk dress falls to the floor
The room spinning in ecstasy
Desperation lingers on her mouth.
- DP
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear ________,
last night was a total disaster
I found out that
apparently it takes
20 drinks at some smoking
stench filled hell hole
of a bar
to get my mojo working
then she walks in
all eyes on her
mid-thirties
tan, long legs
wearing a top that shimmers
and exposes her midriff ever so subtly
she leans over to the bartender
and whispers something in her ear
the woman giggles coyly
as the drink almost spills
"how did your date go?," asks the bartender
The woman leans closer and smiles
"He was a tool. Like a fucking death trap."
She gets up slowly
And blows the bartender a kiss
The anticipation between
What's to come and
What could have been
Is treatening to unravel her delicate insides
The moment, palpable
As a black, silk dress falls to the floor
The room spinning in ecstasy
Desperation lingers on her mouth.
- DP
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Poem: "Flashpoint"
"Flashpoint"
"If I could just see her again," she said
The woman said as she slowly poured herself
A glass of red wine
Uncrossing her legs
A brunette across the table
Makes eye contact
In a bright pink top
Smiling at her
The woman writes something down
And coolly hands it to the bartender
Before getting up and walking out
The bartender hands the note over
And, after reading it, she spills the red wine
"Oh the things I could do.... if we were alone."
Somewhere inside, she gets an intensely warm sensation
Her anticipation threatens to short circuit her senses
The heat of the moment quietly unraveling.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
"If I could just see her again," she said
The woman said as she slowly poured herself
A glass of red wine
Uncrossing her legs
A brunette across the table
Makes eye contact
In a bright pink top
Smiling at her
The woman writes something down
And coolly hands it to the bartender
Before getting up and walking out
The bartender hands the note over
And, after reading it, she spills the red wine
"Oh the things I could do.... if we were alone."
Somewhere inside, she gets an intensely warm sensation
Her anticipation threatens to short circuit her senses
The heat of the moment quietly unraveling.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Undertow"
"Undertow"
She stares at the phone
Lost in thought
She longs for escape
As she touches her hair softly
He is pacing, alone in his hotel room
His mind wanders to the last time
He was lying in bed
Next to her
Instead, the fire has gone out
And they are two ships hanging
Barely on a thread
Caught in the undertow
Somewhere between love and desperation.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
She stares at the phone
Lost in thought
She longs for escape
As she touches her hair softly
He is pacing, alone in his hotel room
His mind wanders to the last time
He was lying in bed
Next to her
Instead, the fire has gone out
And they are two ships hanging
Barely on a thread
Caught in the undertow
Somewhere between love and desperation.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Poem: "The Chasm"
"The Chasm"
dear ________,
If I've been a bastard to you lately, please
Try to forgive my stubborn inclinations
Mid life PMS has gotten the better
Of my manhood these days
Last night was just like I used to remember
Your skin, your hands, our bodies intertwined
Sharing one final time
Before my insides threaten to cave in
Tell B and S, that I haven't forgotten them
The cold sterility of linoleum and hospital beds
Has seeped into my unkempt bones
The fragrance of you lingers
In the shadows of my mind
All else fades in the twilight
The chasm that is your love
Has overtaken my life
With you standing over me
Dagger in hand
Never forget, dear
Let my blood run cold
Kiss me once
Before I surrender
To death's fervent embrace.
- IG
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear ________,
If I've been a bastard to you lately, please
Try to forgive my stubborn inclinations
Mid life PMS has gotten the better
Of my manhood these days
Last night was just like I used to remember
Your skin, your hands, our bodies intertwined
Sharing one final time
Before my insides threaten to cave in
Tell B and S, that I haven't forgotten them
The cold sterility of linoleum and hospital beds
Has seeped into my unkempt bones
The fragrance of you lingers
In the shadows of my mind
All else fades in the twilight
The chasm that is your love
Has overtaken my life
With you standing over me
Dagger in hand
Never forget, dear
Let my blood run cold
Kiss me once
Before I surrender
To death's fervent embrace.
- IG
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Secret Of My Misery"
"The Secret Of My Misery"
- for GW and Bukowski.
Dear Mr. Chinaski,
I'm nearing the end of my first book
not expecting it to take this long
the whole creative process drawn out
with pregnant pauses and mental blocks
on the bed nearby lies a fairly worn copy
of one of your books of poetry
I still don't understand how you were
able to write a new one every year
maybe it was the booze
or the cats
or maybe Vivaldi with his fruity strings
was behind it all
2 a.m. and I'm in bed
while you plug away
on your computer
and my screen has a mind of her own
freezing on me
not budging
blinking faster than my eyes can react to it
six feet under
in some quiet space
I hear you laugh
as the underbelly of my undoing
seethes just beneath the breaking point
the cold air is still
the turbulent wind
that threatens my insides
is all I have left (*)
the pallor of my skin forever changed
I would have followed you down
into that beautifully awful place (*)
Fearfully taken,
Robert "Rambo" Chimney
Copyright: 2004 & 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
(Note: The original version of this poem was written January 2004 for my old blog; * - denotes that these parts were written April 18, 2009.)
- for GW and Bukowski.
Dear Mr. Chinaski,
I'm nearing the end of my first book
not expecting it to take this long
the whole creative process drawn out
with pregnant pauses and mental blocks
on the bed nearby lies a fairly worn copy
of one of your books of poetry
I still don't understand how you were
able to write a new one every year
maybe it was the booze
or the cats
or maybe Vivaldi with his fruity strings
was behind it all
2 a.m. and I'm in bed
while you plug away
on your computer
and my screen has a mind of her own
freezing on me
not budging
blinking faster than my eyes can react to it
six feet under
in some quiet space
I hear you laugh
as the underbelly of my undoing
seethes just beneath the breaking point
the cold air is still
the turbulent wind
that threatens my insides
is all I have left (*)
the pallor of my skin forever changed
I would have followed you down
into that beautifully awful place (*)
Fearfully taken,
Robert "Rambo" Chimney
Copyright: 2004 & 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
(Note: The original version of this poem was written January 2004 for my old blog; * - denotes that these parts were written April 18, 2009.)
Poem: "Last Call At 2 A.M."
"Last Call At 2 A.M."
She came in late
Thoughts lingered in her head
"I've never kissed lips so soft," she whispered
To no one in particular
Lucinda had left the back door open
With a note that smelled of wine and perfume
"Come see me sometime," it read
She imagined what it would be like
To lay in bed and feel vulnerable
Next to someone so much like her
Lucinda was so close
Her roommate felt a sudden tightness in her stomach
And felt a sweltering rush of butterflies
"If I could just hold her hand and look into her eyes," she said
As she stood there under moonlit sky
While raindrops soaked her to the bone
Waiting for one last call
The clock read 2 A.M.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
She came in late
Thoughts lingered in her head
"I've never kissed lips so soft," she whispered
To no one in particular
Lucinda had left the back door open
With a note that smelled of wine and perfume
"Come see me sometime," it read
She imagined what it would be like
To lay in bed and feel vulnerable
Next to someone so much like her
Lucinda was so close
Her roommate felt a sudden tightness in her stomach
And felt a sweltering rush of butterflies
"If I could just hold her hand and look into her eyes," she said
As she stood there under moonlit sky
While raindrops soaked her to the bone
Waiting for one last call
The clock read 2 A.M.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Going In A Different Direction?
Though poetry has always been my creative starting point, I find myself trying to brainstorm other ways where I can get more out of my creative inclinations and still keep be involved and engaged.
I have tried the whole novel writing thing and that was actually going great until I hit major writer's block and the whole thing fell apart. Then I got to thinking, "What about doing just individual scenes?"
So, from time to time, there'll be a random scene. I just hope that I can keep this creative experiment going for a while.
I have tried the whole novel writing thing and that was actually going great until I hit major writer's block and the whole thing fell apart. Then I got to thinking, "What about doing just individual scenes?"
So, from time to time, there'll be a random scene. I just hope that I can keep this creative experiment going for a while.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Poem: "Lull"
"Lull"
In the silent tempting underbrush
When night succumbs to the first light
Of captivating dawn
She waits beside the lake's shore
Guided by voices
The woman she was
In her long captured youth
When the rapture of longing
And love's irresistible allure
Threatened to overtake her
She touches the still waters
Remembering every inch, every contour
Of her lover's face, now gone
"It is so lonely at night," she reminds herself
The stars twinkle mercilessly
As they streak across the sky
She longs to put on some make up
And that familiar black dress
Though she may want indiscretion tonight
She resists because she knows
It is far more enticing to be
Waiting for her beloved's return
Amid the shadows that haunt her
Inside, a shattered heart still beats.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
In the silent tempting underbrush
When night succumbs to the first light
Of captivating dawn
She waits beside the lake's shore
Guided by voices
The woman she was
In her long captured youth
When the rapture of longing
And love's irresistible allure
Threatened to overtake her
She touches the still waters
Remembering every inch, every contour
Of her lover's face, now gone
"It is so lonely at night," she reminds herself
The stars twinkle mercilessly
As they streak across the sky
She longs to put on some make up
And that familiar black dress
Though she may want indiscretion tonight
She resists because she knows
It is far more enticing to be
Waiting for her beloved's return
Amid the shadows that haunt her
Inside, a shattered heart still beats.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Friday, April 10, 2009
Poem: "The Final Rose"
"The Final Rose"
Today is Friday
the vents in the windows
let out a little air
gaping wound
as veiled eyes watch
the drama of the exploited and the wicked
somewhere caught in the fringe
between now, forever, and never
the dance, painfully slow
eyes shift nervously about the room
someone steps up and recites
a slurred masterpiece
of a long overdue diatribe
she speaks slowly to her stalker
in dulcet tones and batted eyes
she gets up carefully, the red silk
of her dress glittering
in the subdued light
she gestures knowingly
and leaves without a word
content in the fact
that, no matter what happens, the man
the same man she yearned for
all those years ago
will never find the will
to ever let her go
a single rose tinged
with bittersweet tears
on his frayed, taunt death mask.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Today is Friday
the vents in the windows
let out a little air
gaping wound
as veiled eyes watch
the drama of the exploited and the wicked
somewhere caught in the fringe
between now, forever, and never
the dance, painfully slow
eyes shift nervously about the room
someone steps up and recites
a slurred masterpiece
of a long overdue diatribe
she speaks slowly to her stalker
in dulcet tones and batted eyes
she gets up carefully, the red silk
of her dress glittering
in the subdued light
she gestures knowingly
and leaves without a word
content in the fact
that, no matter what happens, the man
the same man she yearned for
all those years ago
will never find the will
to ever let her go
a single rose tinged
with bittersweet tears
on his frayed, taunt death mask.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Towards The Rear Wheels Of The Motorcade"
"Towards The Rear Wheels Of The Motorcade"
today is Tuesday and the farmer's market is full
of activity, bustling with the buyers and sellers
children screaming and men scratching their heads
the forecast calls for partly cloudy skies
with a 35% chance of scattered showers
the undertaker has run out of mahogany coffins
Starbucks Frappucino's have been reported to cause
infertility in women on the verge of Tourette's
$7.50 for used tampons at all participating
Mom and Pop bank robberies
metallic dildos have replaced rubber ones
as the weapon of choice
56% of men report an increase
in the consumption of salty snacks
once they reach the age of 45
the alarm clock is known to stimulate
road rage in slugs and rodents
three servings of caffeine an hour slows the brain's ability
to prevent pointless outbursts from overpaid game show vixens
somewhere in the world, three clicks
will signal the end of boys bands in spandex
taking over the airwaves
in light of this most recent infraction.
(Note: This was originally written on February 24, 2004 for my old blog.)
Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
today is Tuesday and the farmer's market is full
of activity, bustling with the buyers and sellers
children screaming and men scratching their heads
the forecast calls for partly cloudy skies
with a 35% chance of scattered showers
the undertaker has run out of mahogany coffins
Starbucks Frappucino's have been reported to cause
infertility in women on the verge of Tourette's
$7.50 for used tampons at all participating
Mom and Pop bank robberies
metallic dildos have replaced rubber ones
as the weapon of choice
56% of men report an increase
in the consumption of salty snacks
once they reach the age of 45
the alarm clock is known to stimulate
road rage in slugs and rodents
three servings of caffeine an hour slows the brain's ability
to prevent pointless outbursts from overpaid game show vixens
somewhere in the world, three clicks
will signal the end of boys bands in spandex
taking over the airwaves
in light of this most recent infraction.
(Note: This was originally written on February 24, 2004 for my old blog.)
Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Last Nerve"
"Last Nerve"
she called again
for the twentieth time
as the last nerve in my brain snaps
I let out a scream that no one ever hears
if I wanted to be fucked up
that's why I keep my cock close by
can't stand the cat fights no more
you can't make it past the phone line
you don't have to be here
I never asked you to come by to begin with
maybe you don't have anyone better to do
but next time you feel the need to cling
get yourself a damn blanket
I won't be around much longer
to put up with your shit
that's right, I'm evil
but at least I know what I am
"I know how you get around men."
bitch, if you really did know how I get
you would know better
and not spread your legs
for every asshole you meet
and you think I'm the easy one, huh?
we'll see about that.
(Note: This was originally written on March 26, 2004 for my old blog.)
Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
she called again
for the twentieth time
as the last nerve in my brain snaps
I let out a scream that no one ever hears
if I wanted to be fucked up
that's why I keep my cock close by
can't stand the cat fights no more
you can't make it past the phone line
you don't have to be here
I never asked you to come by to begin with
maybe you don't have anyone better to do
but next time you feel the need to cling
get yourself a damn blanket
I won't be around much longer
to put up with your shit
that's right, I'm evil
but at least I know what I am
"I know how you get around men."
bitch, if you really did know how I get
you would know better
and not spread your legs
for every asshole you meet
and you think I'm the easy one, huh?
we'll see about that.
(Note: This was originally written on March 26, 2004 for my old blog.)
Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "A Light Of Their Own"
"A Light of Their Own"
I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
Elvis at the doorstep of the innocent
beatings of barefoot children
as they scream for mothers long dead
I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
the engine of the car blew
while the way to work on the funeral
I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
two women, twin sisters
were found just outside
the steps of their home
naked and raped
a pile of bloody clothes
next to their dying bodies
under the odd beauty of moonlit night
I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
the bridges and been burned and countless ghosts
let loose on an unsuspecting populace
I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
the sins of the lustful
under the valiant guise
of the watchmen
who forever go nameless
I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies.
(Note: This was originally written on February 29, 2004 for my old blog.)
Copyright: 2004, By Raymund Diaz Delizo
I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
Elvis at the doorstep of the innocent
beatings of barefoot children
as they scream for mothers long dead
I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
the engine of the car blew
while the way to work on the funeral
I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
two women, twin sisters
were found just outside
the steps of their home
naked and raped
a pile of bloody clothes
next to their dying bodies
under the odd beauty of moonlit night
I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
the bridges and been burned and countless ghosts
let loose on an unsuspecting populace
I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies
the sins of the lustful
under the valiant guise
of the watchmen
who forever go nameless
I have grown tired of chewing
from the fat of your lies.
(Note: This was originally written on February 29, 2004 for my old blog.)
Copyright: 2004, By Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Cracks Of Enormous Propensity"
"The Cracks Of Enormous Propensity"
force feed through the gills of deception
as the skies part, the sea lays waste
to the forever kingdom
of the forgotten rulers
the misfits will have their say tonight
wisdom teeth show a propensity towards
idiotic displays of iconic bathroom behavior
as the bushmen await their next victim
the practical joke has reached new heights
lest the common folk forget the supplier
of their sugar-laced hallucinations
the trucks roll by
the scent of bear claws, twists and coffee linger
sitting by the roadside
up the cracks
looking at the children
as they stare back
in glowing consternation.
(Note: This was originally written April 4, 2004 for my old blog.)
Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
force feed through the gills of deception
as the skies part, the sea lays waste
to the forever kingdom
of the forgotten rulers
the misfits will have their say tonight
wisdom teeth show a propensity towards
idiotic displays of iconic bathroom behavior
as the bushmen await their next victim
the practical joke has reached new heights
lest the common folk forget the supplier
of their sugar-laced hallucinations
the trucks roll by
the scent of bear claws, twists and coffee linger
sitting by the roadside
up the cracks
looking at the children
as they stare back
in glowing consternation.
(Note: This was originally written April 4, 2004 for my old blog.)
Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Sleeping With The Dregs"
"Sleeping With The Dregs"
the man in the shitkicker hat stares
up at the moon
dangling a cigarette in his fat, callused fingers
contemplating whatever it is a man of his hefty stature would
his old lady left him
when the rent was due
and took his grandfather's old rifle
without an explanation
"probably pawned it, the bitch," he thought
as he lit the cigarette and took a long drag
his wildly, unkempt hair blowing in the wind
inside, he missed her deeply
but his manly pride meant too much
the countless hours on the road
in and out of strange motels
fucking women with soft faces
and names like Yvette, Cassie and Lou Ann
eating in diners and driving a beat up '67 Cadillac
he had his shot at being someone once
but he gave all that up when he chose
to sleep with the dregs
(don't forget your blanket, Butch).
(Note: This was originally written April 27, 2004 for my old blog; edited April 10, 2009.)
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
the man in the shitkicker hat stares
up at the moon
dangling a cigarette in his fat, callused fingers
contemplating whatever it is a man of his hefty stature would
his old lady left him
when the rent was due
and took his grandfather's old rifle
without an explanation
"probably pawned it, the bitch," he thought
as he lit the cigarette and took a long drag
his wildly, unkempt hair blowing in the wind
inside, he missed her deeply
but his manly pride meant too much
the countless hours on the road
in and out of strange motels
fucking women with soft faces
and names like Yvette, Cassie and Lou Ann
eating in diners and driving a beat up '67 Cadillac
he had his shot at being someone once
but he gave all that up when he chose
to sleep with the dregs
(don't forget your blanket, Butch).
(Note: This was originally written April 27, 2004 for my old blog; edited April 10, 2009.)
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "A Dress Left On The Hanger"
"A Dress Left On The Hanger"
the man, the man, the man
left town in a tirade
about rotten tomatoes at the local mart
staring at the cashier lady with dog breath
and sagging breasts
she was a thrice divorced mother of three
in her mid-forties
drunk on Chinese takeout and cigarettes
she used to haul cargo across state lines
the house now empty
old Elvis plays on the turntable hi-fi
as night waits to infiltrate the sky
and change its face from light to dark
shadows loom in silence
too much msg in one's diet promotes lethargy
the dress is left on a hanger
dripping wet and seething with unkempt anticipation.
(Note: This was originally written May 27, 2004 for my old blog.)
Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
the man, the man, the man
left town in a tirade
about rotten tomatoes at the local mart
staring at the cashier lady with dog breath
and sagging breasts
she was a thrice divorced mother of three
in her mid-forties
drunk on Chinese takeout and cigarettes
she used to haul cargo across state lines
the house now empty
old Elvis plays on the turntable hi-fi
as night waits to infiltrate the sky
and change its face from light to dark
shadows loom in silence
too much msg in one's diet promotes lethargy
the dress is left on a hanger
dripping wet and seething with unkempt anticipation.
(Note: This was originally written May 27, 2004 for my old blog.)
Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Letter left unsent to this morning's advice column"
"Letter left unsent to this morning's advice column"
dear _______,
in the event of my impending unraveling, there is nothing left for me to give you. all I have are the words I have written over all these years. I have not left a single feeling, phrase or moment untouched. (as a matter of fact, remember the time we ran off in my Winnebago and ate BBQ all summer?) in these last moments I have left, I think of all the nice things that were left unsaid. I'm sure if you check, Hallmark's already got the perfect card for what we both must be thinking now. the moon was out last night, and it was beautiful. silent, silvery light glowing in perfect defiance against the subtle sky, not a raindrop or cloud in sight. I think a few birds were about, chattering and wooing. all the while, the lone sound of a million wings flapping. you were wrong about me, you know. I didn't turn out to be a bitter old coot like James or Thomas or even Hank. but what you did get right was the fact that I'm gonna miss you. and that's saying somethin' there 'cuz you know I don't miss nobody. if you ever are standing outside at night on the porch your father built, in the old house where our children grew up, reach out with your hands. I still might be blowing a kiss your way. maybe, if I'm lucky, you'll be there to catch it. enough of this horseshit, I'm off to the bar to get drunk and scratch my ass all night.
your blubbering, loving idiot bastard,
Robert
(Note: This was originally written June 2, 2004 for my old blog.)
Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _______,
in the event of my impending unraveling, there is nothing left for me to give you. all I have are the words I have written over all these years. I have not left a single feeling, phrase or moment untouched. (as a matter of fact, remember the time we ran off in my Winnebago and ate BBQ all summer?) in these last moments I have left, I think of all the nice things that were left unsaid. I'm sure if you check, Hallmark's already got the perfect card for what we both must be thinking now. the moon was out last night, and it was beautiful. silent, silvery light glowing in perfect defiance against the subtle sky, not a raindrop or cloud in sight. I think a few birds were about, chattering and wooing. all the while, the lone sound of a million wings flapping. you were wrong about me, you know. I didn't turn out to be a bitter old coot like James or Thomas or even Hank. but what you did get right was the fact that I'm gonna miss you. and that's saying somethin' there 'cuz you know I don't miss nobody. if you ever are standing outside at night on the porch your father built, in the old house where our children grew up, reach out with your hands. I still might be blowing a kiss your way. maybe, if I'm lucky, you'll be there to catch it. enough of this horseshit, I'm off to the bar to get drunk and scratch my ass all night.
your blubbering, loving idiot bastard,
Robert
(Note: This was originally written June 2, 2004 for my old blog.)
Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Idle Thoughts
Looking back on the extent of my evolution as a writer, I'd say I have put down hundreds of pages of poetry and prose in 13 years of writing seriously. Most of those have been lost and I unfortunately can't reproduce them anymore, but I do still remember them. The first real one I remember was called "Flood" and was very raw and dark and emotive. I was into a lot of E.A. Poe, Sylvia Plath and Dylan Thomas at the time. Since then, in 13 years of hit and miss, I went from being a borrower to a kind of writer with his own voice. I admit I still go back to what got me excited to write in the first place, but I have a feeling that as I have changed as a human being, so too has my writing been forced to mature and evolve. Whether it's good or not, I'll let whoever reads it decide. I'm not qualified to make an objective analysis of my work because what I write is so a part of me so I don't feel quite up to the task of judging its poetic or artistic merits. Hopefully people will come away enjoying what I have done, but as long as they look at it honestly and come up with their own opinions of it, whether good or bad, if it is done honestly then that is all I could hope for.
Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
(Note: This was originally posted on my old blog on June 3, 2004)
Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
(Note: This was originally posted on my old blog on June 3, 2004)
Friday, April 3, 2009
Poem: "Conversation Overheard At A Local Costco"
"Conversation Overheard At A Local Costco"
She eyes the cashier with contempt
Twenty items or less
Been walking for over two hours
The black eyeliner is fading
Amid the countless heads
The woman in blue slaps her husband's face
And spills the milk
A moppy haired green behind the gills
Winks his approval with a flick
Of the wrist
Tragedy is avoided
The clock reads ten minutes
Before bedlam.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
She eyes the cashier with contempt
Twenty items or less
Been walking for over two hours
The black eyeliner is fading
Amid the countless heads
The woman in blue slaps her husband's face
And spills the milk
A moppy haired green behind the gills
Winks his approval with a flick
Of the wrist
Tragedy is avoided
The clock reads ten minutes
Before bedlam.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Taking One's Time"
"Taking One's Time"
Chalk it up
To one last drink
The bartender with his lazy
Nonchalant glare
Flirting with the
Fleeting idle jukebox
A tap on the bouncer's shoulder
No set destination tonight
A sultry night
Sweltering anticipation
Leading up the stairs
Leaning in, slowly
Eyes meet
In a smoldering moment
The tension palpable
As it crawls unseen
Underneath skin
Hushed in exposed undertones
And bated breath
Amid the roar, whispers abound
"It's just you and me, honey."
It's only a kiss, she tells herself
Lingering quietly in the shadows.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Chalk it up
To one last drink
The bartender with his lazy
Nonchalant glare
Flirting with the
Fleeting idle jukebox
A tap on the bouncer's shoulder
No set destination tonight
A sultry night
Sweltering anticipation
Leading up the stairs
Leaning in, slowly
Eyes meet
In a smoldering moment
The tension palpable
As it crawls unseen
Underneath skin
Hushed in exposed undertones
And bated breath
Amid the roar, whispers abound
"It's just you and me, honey."
It's only a kiss, she tells herself
Lingering quietly in the shadows.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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