26th January 2010-Poem 106

The waitress at the local dive always has a cup of good intention, but my sadness still apperceives the forsaken portal of the microcosm.

my decrepitude of mistakes goes off on a tangent down the footpath of madness and falsehood's colloquy falls like liquid metal,

a flood sweeps the creeper away but the locusts are brought forth, days of yore fissure and blood sears down every cuticle of hair on the crest of my head,

barreling too far into the theoretical mass of antithesis I pray that an entity of delirium will remain the same,

but still,

the last Cartwright is now gone
and my sweetest days are interrupted.

© 2010 Angela Marie Suor

21st January 2010-Poem 105

External love,
the truth and the light,
a dreamcatcher's lullaby,
a caretaker's heart,

the trend of my desire,
a snow-white turtle dove in a dark cave,
the spirit behind the trees in a
Thomas Kinkaid,

sometimes the flie on the wall wears a
black robe and waves a gavel,
and pain has no restrictor plate,
life's gregarious fate is a shooting
star in my bleeding heart,

but the courage of a beaten and
battered child kills the red serpent,
and where faith is soul's salvation,
hope becomes God's salutation in the fire,

if push should come to shove, always
shed a tear for his mammoth smile.

© 2010 Angela Marie Suor

8th December 2009-Poem 104

"In my psyche of fiscal shards
is a slaughtered horse that self-harms,

in my psyche of fiscal shards
time is self-deprivation and pain's ionosphere,

in my psyche of fiscal shards
I live on the island of misfit toys,
where under the indigo sky,
stationed in the trenches of a deadly trail
is my midnight confession,
lost and insecure,

I'm a devil woman cranked by isolation
and trapped in the looking glass by fear."


© 2009 Angela Marie Suor

9th November 2009-Poem 103

As morning's lore kindles the brisk foliage of festive trees, an aroma of Fall's incense buffets through my open window, and a feast of pumpkin, cinnamon spice, plum pudding, pine trees, and warm apple cider ambience embosses my nose, the cured leaves of my tea snowballs sweetness on my tongue and as I relish this moment parfait I begin to wonder how a serene beautiful rainbow of red, orange and gold comes to be born from withering green, and as the day watches for the sun to clock in and the longer nights bid adeiu, I'm a child once again sitting snugly in front of a warm open fire sipping hot cocoa with marshmallows waiting for the Xmas holidays to blow in.

© 2009 Angela Marie Suor

14th September 2009-Poem 102

I'm hedonism's Humpty Dumpty
and this world on fire has reached
its boiling point by hissing on me,

I aim for the stars but fall short
like a durigable that has lost all of
its air, my liquid courage now in
hypersleep,

that Simon Cowell voice that sits
between the devil and angel on my
shoulders always gives me reason
to not feel good enough so my boat
always careens,

then my fear knits a security blanket
of weight which keeps relationships
away, while the sharks devour my
slow blowing dreams,

I feel trapped behind a mime's wall,
my life just an assortment of passing
intentions, hope being the deadliest
catch,

Will I ever be more than just a face in
a victim's mugshot or will faith outside
the box make me more than a woman
who just cries blood.

© 2009 Angela Marie Suor

28th August 2009-Poem 101

The inharmonic spectra of wind chimes drawls my soul, while the cacophonous punch of a dog's bark bruises it, and when my being turns colour, with you golden man I dream of an unmeditated romp around Avila, the walled city of Madrid. I dream of swaying to Etta James' "At Last" down the Champs-Elysées in Paris. I dream of bathing a picture is worth a thousand words in St Assisi's Lake Trasimeno. I dream of lying canoodled in the hillside of Ireland's Sléibhte Chill Mhantáin. I dream of candlelight and London's Hyde Park, with a picnic of antipasto covered in parmigiano-reggiano cheese and a carafe of chianti classico. I am there nestling on a blanket with your lips feasting on mine, and should these dreams never leave my room, I might as well take a flower power pill and let it leave me wondering as lonely as a cloud.

© 2009 Angela Marie Suor

22nd August 2009-Poem 100

Wherein does
salvation lie,

in a catchphrase
between the lines,

in a thief's previous
engagement,

in the attempted
suicide of the
past's vilipend,

in the parts of me
that burden and
deny my claim,

in the patch job
that is my heart,

as my immoral
ghost stands
on the beach,
it sees nothing
but Hitler waves
heaving against
Nazi rocks,

compos mentis
keeps making
wierd faces,
and there is
no map for the
soles of my
feet,

my imprints in
this life are
cleft and there
is an enormous
clause of
anhedonia
which keeps
mutating the path,

its the thirteenth hour
and my morality is
not structurally sound,
I can only see
ignus fatuus because
conviction forgot to
put holes in the box


© 2009 Angela Marie Suor

12th August 2009-Poem 99

For my friend
Irene,

Amidst
crimson
nightfall,
silvery
castle's
glowing
garden
sleeps,
its
ivory pillar
bouquets
stargaze
under the
twinklings
of
moonbeams
dancing in
bavarian
shadows,
as
fugitive
smiling
stars
nightingale
stardust
and fly me
to the moon,
with
crystalline
mist drops
sking softly
down from
tree vines
jeweling
the ground
beneath,
leaving
a sea of
pearl
necklace,
enticing
Monet
statues
to step
into
breath,
getting
ready
to
kiss

© 2009 Angela Marie Suor

28th July 2009-Poem 98

Night braises the sugar moon,
confections of cimerian shade,
lollipops wanderlust the stars,
twinkling jellybeans,

Under the chocolate fold,
firelight slavers hershey kisses,
sensual excretions hot tamale,
pretzeled in taste's sweet tart,

Jolly ranchers, big hunks yum!
indulgence good 'n' plenty,

Morning dew gumdrops,
sunrise starbursts red hot,
wind licorice's the trees,
leaves skittle and bottle
cap the ground,

Flowers with cherryheads,
bees zagnut a bit-o-honey,
skipper butteflies fun dip,
children whistle pops, fizzie,
men chick-o-stick and
butterfinger,
nerds

© 2009 Angela Marie Suor

20th July 2009-Poem 97

The resonating
chamber
for the
shallow,
materialistic,
sinful,
primitive,
predatory,
and a
lastingness
of crass
where
ignorance
kills and
legacies
are
fossilized,
become
relics
of naught
and
where
infernal
bon mots
infect the
inner child
of the
Establishment,
their
reverence
malignant
like the
black
plague
engulfing
the
admirers
of the
promise
land,
making
the plight
for a pat on
the head pot
of gold extinct,
so now one
must be
his own
storyteller
and refuse
to go
guietly
into the
flame,
lest they
forget,
wait,
they
already
have

© 2009 Angela Marie Suor

15th July 2009-Poem 96

On blue bayou
as sun rests
love burgeons,

castles in the air
land in the nest
of our rounds,

open season
drowns our
voices "truly,
madly, deeply"

our heartbeat's
fervor with faith
in step and
tears of
certainty,

our smile's rush
and intention
beats the drum,

our monadic
existence now
a sensual
utopia,

"viva la vida"
perdition lost,
our soul's
bounty,
found

© 2009 Angela Marie Suor

13th July 2009-Poem 95

The girl broken in me,
virtue burnt,
I breathed "Inkheart",
no wisdom of love,
no inclusion,
tears vomited,
crashing,
the wall
a playmate,
open doors lie,
pillow's refuge
dived into callow,
blood's restoration,
one night stand,
Einstein's fool,
driver's seat astray,
half empty, half full,
In the queue waiting
for God,
synchronicity,
carousel of one,
ghost in the machine,
"Now Voyager",
my strife

© 2009 Angela Marie Suor

9th July 2009-Poem 94

My tears
a silent film,
looping,
blue funk,
pushed to
desolation's
alibi,
face, bound
in torment's
pathology,
cant bowflex,
skilled in
blame,
blunt trauma
to my heart,
loss of
the hook,
call 911,
hallucinogenic,
attracted to
dynamite
where's the
match?


© 2009 Angela Marie Suor

4th July 2009-Poem 93

Beneath the twilight sky the winter's mist bares witness to my lover's breath, and my kiss' desire soars to consume his vulnerable lips. Our mouths writhing back and forth, absolve. My tongue now dripping the juicy sweetness of his secretion hungers for more of his erogenous motus operandi. I entice his face back onto mine, my hands coddling the back of his head. As our intentions make contact we starburst, our bodies steadfastly swimming in the eurphoria. As perspiration lubricates and the ferocity for each other heightens, our power of restraint now dead our eyes nearly roll into the back of our heads.

© 2009 Angela Marie Suor

30th June 2009-Poem 92

Little cherub with the sweet pea flowers nestled in your hair, your butterfly hands hold the petals so picturesque, and the gentleness of your touch lullabys the tale of your soul. Forever, autumn waltzes around you and your spirit echoes into memory the flower of your existence. You fable on a star and sing your heartsong, and there is no discourse in your twinkling eyes. You are always within a place free from the tears of heaven's wildfires and your giggles enhances the essence of nature's air. Thus, amid the winter light, you have brought breath into the secret garden, and your fate somewhere above the rainbow shall hear the Clair de Lune of your reverie. Following a kaleidoscopic wave, faith and love's symphony recognzing your smile, will now start to entertain.

© 2009 Angela Marie Suor