Pending Cue

Put your hand on your heart, feel
and close your eyes
Would something change
when your eyes open
if I’m one step closer?

Listen with one ear, absorb
crashing waves on the shore
What sound prevails
if my deep voice
softly spoke in the other?

Feel the cooling breeze, enhance
the touch of my warm hands
What would be the answer
if my eyes are demanding
I need you tonight

I know you are out there, somewhere
perhaps silent as you sit and wonder
Asking where tomorrow will take you
Hoping for the love to save
and from the routine, an escape

I’ll come faster than lightning strikes
and we won’t think about tomorrow
You’ll be the only star of my sky
forevermore
if you only send me a sign

~

Scott Mitchell


Douce Agonie

Adhering to social norm, andDouce Agonie
obligated duty at the ball
I ask Your Majesty for a dance
and you gracefully extend a hand
Then we step, spin, and sway
as eyes behold in awe

But, who am I in late e’en
to command the silence of a queen
Laying motionless in the cuverie
as I savor the côtes
rousing deep breath and sigh

And I, not befittingly
command a vineyard of floral unfold
The sun riseth not, but heat is known
as lord of land tends each blossom
and shall forsake none

Who am I to drink as a noble
and taketh of fruit divine
Thy hands remove a canopy
which adorned all I aspire
Seized and raised to mouth
Engaging in gluttonous frolic
as the queen declares ‘halt not!’

I shalt not forbid thee
a request for royal execution
Assign thy sacrifice as mine
Descend on my dagger
and raise with calm retreat
Exhaustive love for loss of life
conquers and consumes thine eyes

Mine end too, be not untimely
as harvest comes to pass
Rims of the barriques break!
I decant into your grasp
and a peasant dons a crown

~

Scott Mitchell


Pyre

Pyre

I have tried
to be still
with sweet words
cause they kill

From my shore
to your sky
as it feels
so far still

Ardent drums
beat at night
You could turn
with closed eyes

But you don’t
and you tell
me to breathe
It’s my right

I know you
own the breeze
as I steer
through this sea

Precious gold
I must hold
Free the locks
for this key

~

Scott Mitchell


Dear Triesha,

I’m always telling myselfOne night star
move on, life is waiting
Take all that I’ve learned
about the tedious playing
Reach my hand to the sky
and embrace a new star
But, there’s one out of reach
and it’s burning my heart

An entire year, bygone
and the sky only falls
Dreams changed to anxiety
while waiting for a call
Nothing can be expected
I’m suffering from a curse
I wasn’t strong enough to hold you
and this is what I deserve

I should have put up a shield
averting insults and eyes rolling
But my mouth filled with slander
knocked down pins as if bowling
I declared we are toxic
and never could mix
A lie bloomed from anguish
followed by a cheap fix

One favor a guilty prisoner begs
I promise, it’s all that I need
Just to hear it from your lips
“You served the sentence; you’re free!”
Tell me it’s alright
to forget the forever I swore
And to walk toward the sunset
far away from Portmore

I’ll hope the best for you
love and laughs every day
God blessing your home
perhaps a kid on the way
Inspiration thriving
as you build all your dreams
Never feeling depleted
Never split at the seams

Strong arms to hold you
sending warmth to your heart
Faith in future, secured
with no need for fresh starts
The only games on the table
be the ones we never played
Chess, Scrabble, and Uno
Games with heart and no spade

Once again, I apologize
and I beg on bended knee
Release this prisoner
by hurting you, he hurt me

~

Scott Mitchell


Entre los pétalos

Entre los pétalos

Disculpa mi mirada
Pequeña flor de bronce
La curiosidad embriaga
Por como te mostrarás
Floreciente
Y el brillo del rocío matinal

~

Le ruego al sol
Aparece ahora y revela
El objeto de mi deseo

~

Siente mi aliento, pequeña flor
Como unos labios suavemente exploran
Y remplazan mis pasiones
Con tu dulce aroma

~

Mi ambición es mejorar
Y mantener la esmeralda con cuidados
No temas al abrazo
Y saborea el néctar que compartes

~

Scott Mitchell

~

~

In English:

Between the Petals

Excuse my stare,
little flower of bronze
Curiosity intoxicates
for how you will appear
in full bloom
and a glaze of morning dew

I plead with the sun,
rise now and reveal
the entity of my desire

Feel my breath, little flower
as lips softly explore
and replace my passions
with your sweet aroma

My ambition is to mend
and hold the emerald with care
Do not fear as I embrace
and taste the nectar you share


Devout Notes

I’m always hearing music
so I must be listening too close
Seeking answers in the lyrics
Adhering to every word spoke

It’s said that insanity is surely defined
Doing the same thing over and over again
I always find myself wanting to go back
and again, I find the means to an end

If I tried to run away
there would be a repeated proof
The asylum is ineludible
and I’m clearly crazy for you

Trying every method to remove
what the conductor put in me
Binding strings of a puppet master
inspired to play this symphony

The end of days may not come soon
but someday, in that palace of the sky
I’ll look in the directory
for the one with celestial eyes

I’ll ask for only five minutes
I’ll try to explain in the short time
All I was never able to find words for
in the world of yours and mine

Love for only giving, could have been
but, was too often unforgiving
Broken hearts simply tried to survive
but, life without you was not living

There was no peace where there was pride
and I’m not looking for alibies
But always found myself asking why
even apart, your happiness was mine

We promised it’s unconditional
but didn’t survive dark times
Silence as our backs turned
to conceal the cries

Two things I’m sure I surely knew for sure
as I waited for a shooting star in the sky
What I gave to you is always yours
Till the end of time, this love abides

 ~

Scott Mitchell


Incisor Amour

Dark eyes and honey skin
Hypnotic aura, one of a kind
I wanted to possess and devour
but your fangs, superior to mine

~

For only you I fashioned a Taj Mahal
and refused to accept it in vain
Then, you slayed me with your bite
and my feelings stayed the same

~

The darkest hour
is every morning as I wake
Hallmarks of immortal desire
Scars on my neck which you’re to blame

~

I want to run from the memories
I want to never feel the hope
I don’t want to walk amongst the living dead
or drink the blood of kindred souls

~

I try to run away in a straight line
but always return on bended knee
Am I a slave to the darkness
or a jester to a queen?

~

It feels I’m always seeking red
Edgily awaiting one more drink
It’s convoluted to distinguish
when your tricks appear as treats

~

If someday wings refuse to form
as bells toll the midnight hour
Simply know you took the best of me
in your last leap from the tower

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Scottula


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