If you Will.

God,
Give me lean
Give me smooth
Give me sinew
Give me hands for music to move to
Give me great
Give me grand
Give me high notes
Give me low tones
Give me bone
Give me consistency
I don't need apathy
Give me a face to die for
And a dance I can't ignore.
Give me fantastic opinions
and a mind all his own
Give me modesty
Give me exaggerated
Give me rave
Give me love
Give me rain
Give me no weights
and dark dates.

Graceful gears.

Ready the works,
bend to the groove,
of the slow action machine.
It moves with grace,
It burns with power
Slowly churns deep inside,
taking half an hour.
Nothing can stop this beast,
once it's been turned on.
I've seen it slide
chinks working in rhythm.
Every part working in whole,
lock, crank, push.
Precisely on target,
it pivots on point
and directs it's apparatus,
files its next target.
It launches to it's next job.

Cover your mouth.

My legs stride across dimensions of energy,
entering a forbidden door in my mind.
Forget the sound you made
as guilt spread across your face.
Pour out your disgusting habits,
representing a father you could never be.
Tell me your faults, your antipathies,
your fears, angers, and reveries.
I curse all my willingness to overcome
what I thought I'd never be.
This is just a slip in my mind
a slip of my heart,
a slip down the cliff of all reason.
My personality falls apart.
Out comes the hate,
out comes the silently repetitive tracks of my head.
I tried for so long to shut them up,
lock them out
burn them down.
My hand wants to cup my mouth in a forceful grip,
perhaps to break the explosion of words.
I hadn't analyzed them all,
they came out of me like a horde of demons.
I had intended to break you,
make you come back to me.
Now I see,
you deserved to be beaten, broken
until you cannot even breathe.


But then, I am beaten, broken, angered, sad,
and the feeling breaks from my face to tangibility.
I want to throw myself away,
I had been so decently composed.

Plateau

Poetry is more than just words. It's meaning.

The Meatpuppets-Plateau (also covered by nirvana)

Mars in Leo

So swift
and long.
Lengthy sexy,
you reverberate on.
Colors twinkle bright,
my spirit shines!
the slinking part
of our bodies
offers a wondrous escape
with the lights on.
Oh! Sensuous soul!
I rely on passion
and depravity
to seek wild comforts.
Without doubt,
I choose to travel
the red shades of
our translucent spirits;
explore ideas I have
never considered before.
And with your help
I can finally feel like myself again.

Slide in.

It all about being humble, correct?
I'm not just thinking insane,
tats on your back
tits for tats?
Tatooed across your face,
a wacky way
to bring this and say
"Babe, be mine forever."
I scream and jeer,
shout out queer,
Weird and wonderfully.
replace this space.
Empty and shell?
Sell it for all it's worth.
Replace, all that wasn't there.
Nay, Tantric discouragement
is my specialty and I
wield it well.
Hop to the other foot and dance
a sublime tune
Roll on all fours
Show me tatoos.
Fucking for luck
replace all that's left?
As if there was a hole
I'd leave you bereft.
Fuck whatever came along,
and show me your song.
Wiping sweat for days
from your hunger
to please.
Seize everything that's left.



As if there was a hole to start sweating into
© Sigma 2007

221 Franken

Perhaps,
breathing down your throat
was the best remedy for my resentment.

Pulsating sensuality
bursting down all reason
and I am rife with anticipation.
Great moments can never escape me.

Burning down the house
with our happy smiles.

Spending the entire day
locked away.
Rolling in our own precipitation.


All wet
Hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown
Dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house

I've got five reasons
five sticky fingers
to never to forget.
It makes me smile
there's nothing left to hate.

Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house

We've got four minutes left
to make eternity last.
I lost all reason
to leave at all.
It's great
when the sweltering sun
underneath a shade of blue
can make me lift
my back to heights never known.

My acrobatics are touching.
And that moment
kinky as it was
sweaty from toe to core
will be with me til I'm eighty-four.
-Taken from Σ November 28, 2007 blog entry
© Sigma 2007

The Road Less Traveled

A deep sideline
dug like a valley.
I rest there for now
no returning to point A.
The road less traveled
though it be full of holes
is a comforting strain
to the aches in my body.
To say sorry to yourself
for all the things done,
allows you to admit
the bleak road of the traveler.
Your bleak road.

We all feel pain
we all know suffering
we can't change this
unceasing fact.
How we walk our road
is up to us.
For no willingness,
allows you to lazily accept death.

Bliss comes from oblivious
oblivious is the root to numb.
Pain only forsees.
-Taken from Σ April 17, 08 blog entry.
© Sigma 2008

Half right

Grasping my pillow,
imagining perhaps,
a steaming engine of love...or passion.
His slender frame tall...
his dusky, winded black hair.
Rapine humor pillaging every inch of me.
Sensuality never felt so good.
Quelling in my being is the knot of uselessness.
I feel so helpless. Without him, I am without.
I never feel so bad, though I wish him here.
I send him my love, ever so tangible,
in little waves filled with hope. A carepackage of love.
Bestowed upon him
with the greatest tenderness
Come closer, your scent wafting
over troughs and amplitudes
of the years.
Be one with me, and we'll find ever sacred
part of ourselves left untouched.
the pebbles of my life, with help, will
smooth and dull so that maybe, perhaps,
I'll find a kindness I never knew.
I feel the distance between us dissipate
and fill with our rousing passion.
I wish the world to become clear with you,
rather than anesthetize.
we will not die with nonsense
if we find it in ourselves
to sacrfifice our will
for each other.

The Heart of Perpetual Motion

Operate...
Day by Day.
Constantly swung,
endless tongue.
The persistent cause of life
Questioned by physics,
Analyzed by science,
Assessed by critics.
Never recognized
in its realized form;
as an endless barrage of energy.
Never created,
never destroyed.
For our dawn is a fallacy,
never concealed,
not even recognized
once it is revealed.
The final word from
this blissful commotion,
will be as unknown
as the heart of perpetual motion.
© monomana 2004

Vertical Tangent

A film poem:

© Eric Gamalinda 2007

Naught

I am whipped out of bounds;
bound to bear the burden
so aptly forced on me.
I've lived so listlessly,
and becoming me
was never free,
from my pre-disposed destiny.
Bound to pull the chains,
aching to reach my dreams,
to witness them tear at the seams.
As if all joy was a façade
bent on making me believe
in a terribly gifted God.
My back is bent,
holding this terrible weight.
Praying for a quick end,
as dutifully given,
as I so generously bore.
©Sigma, 2008