Spew

Tinny tastes, ringing on my tongue.
Chewed-up cheek, saltily oozing blood.

It’s hard to swallow the
Load
Of
Crap
You’ve just spewed from those pursed lips.

So I spit
It out
On the floor

And move on.

©2015 choiSOSS

Singles: 011

Brevity, levity, turpidity, stupidity, alacrity, insanity, proximity, veracity, sincerity, tenacity, potentiality, indefinability… rarity… me.

©2015 choiSOSS

Hype

Hype

The hype won’t make
Them find you.

The hype won’t make
Them love you.

The hype can’t make
Them value.

The game won’t raze
The solitude.

The game won’t faze
The multitude.

The game can’t blaze
The lassitude.

The hype won’t make
Them find you.

The hype won’t make
Them love you.

The hype can’t raise
Your value.

©2015 choiSOSS

Wrangler

Modicum of sanity in this knotted mess of circumstance.
Cleaning up the pieces dropped and littering the ground.

Mediating, modifying, all in all, unsatisfying.
Gathering the pieces that are falling all around.

Most of all, time washes over, draining down and falling under.
Taking care to keep an even keel from stern to prow.

Just a wait now, neverending; hoping for a happy ending.
Clasping hands to heart in hopes to keep all safe and sound.

©2014 choiSOSS

Release

(maybe lyrics? a bit cerebral… er… or abstract)

Click in the depths of my convoluted brain
Go the cogged wheels of turning, rolling back and in.

Bam to the bottom of my vessel of pain
Lands the pinpoint missile, bringing sharp-shooting stings.

It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

Pow in the gut with all my soft, tender bits
Goes the fist of regret, turning in as it hits.

Oof to the jaw in my beleaguered face
Lands the fist of the past, slinging mem’ry of waste.

It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

Caught in the wires
Of barb-ed thoughts,
Dragging up,
Dragging out,
Dredging pasts through the muck.

Cut it.
Break it.
Take it to the bone.
It’s time to begin again,
The seed’s unsown.

It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

New leaves sprout.
New seeds sown.

It starts again. It’s new again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

©2014 choiSOSS

No clouds

Clear sky
No clouds
Hint of green on the nose.

Open
Stress-free
Hint of clear in the eye.

One look
Brow raised
Hint of quick in the brain.

Sharp breath
Deep sigh
Hint of warmth in the hand.

©2014 choiSOSS

Smooth

Intricacies of interactions
Reality of situation
And then

Intimacies of revelations
Harmony of conversation
And so

Panoplies of odd attractions
Verity of satisfaction
And how

©2014 choiSOSS

Tangled

Intertwined
Dancing
This little step-by-step, mincing, toe-tip display.

Woven
Weaving
In its interplay of tangled words and hands and feet.

Waters
Testing
The subtle nervousness for what might come to be.

©2014 choiSOSS

The Past Passed

(lyrics)

The past passed, but you still grasp.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.

The arrogance of it all.
You’re just folding back memories in your head.
Obliviousness of your soul.
You’re just replaying it all, but instead
You should swallow your heart and forget the past,
Never looking to her, never try looking back.
It’s not fair to the other, the one you chose;
After all that was said, that one let you go.

The past passed, but you still grasp.
The elephant in the room– the monster under the bed.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.
The one that got away– the heart’s golden thread.

So you hear her,
Her voice so clear.
Never near her,
Still you hold her dear.

The past passed, but you still grasp.
The elephant in the room– the monster under the bed.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.
The one that got away– the heart’s woven thread.

You should swallow your heart and forget the past,
Never looking to her, never try looking back.
It’s not fair to the other, the one you chose;
After all that was said, that one let you go.

Let her go now.
It’s about time.
She let you know;
She gave all the signs.

The past passed, but you still grasp.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.

So you hear her,
Her voice so clear.
Never near her,
Still you hold her dear.

The past passed, but you still grasp.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.

©2014 choiSOSS