"Steven" part 1

It is near two years since we lost Steven (Esker) to the spirit world.
Many of his works can be found in the Undiscovered Works.
This place is not visited as much as it should be and I don't want such a good poet to be left in there.
I have copied all of his pieces from the Undiscovered Place, but will put a few on each time, as I find it fitting and in Honour of Steven and his great writing ability I will just put them here as a tribute to him, Please go to the Undiscovered place and make sure we never forget the poets we have or have had that have made Neopoet Great.
Yours. Ian T Howard (Sparrow, Yenti, and just Ian T)

"Steven"

"Streamed~"

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2015-03-03 13:40
aloft alone
purgatory in its sincere blue
the cold so true
curvature
and statue stealth
the cities steam
with common wealth
I've yet
to turn over
I've yet to stir the dog
dreaming at my feet
while others have
gone
started shifts
driven cars
tested the cold
that grips the land
for months and
days
Dreamed into dreams
I awake you
happy
the summer lake
alive with the hive
drone of motorboats
and I blink
and its autumn
turned its appellant
red like wax seals
on oak desks
vernaculeam
study halls
cold jobs
in worn trucks
my pack of cuba
worn HOLLYWOODS
worn like I
toured of the life
and times
in hurdy gurdy love
and dishonor
the corner where
i found you
a sponsor
to the dark lair
and passenger
lust
walking streetstride
apparition style
we arrive covered
in the cities salt dust
Tame is a verb
the storms
the turf we
went over
from wrists
to ankles
heels to nose
the club music
thudding in our
chests
our middles
our sex
awakening
what we thought
best set
aside
It strode in
and took us
over
outside
the stars are
crule
conspirators
and we crude
perform
lost in heat
and daze
the ghost house
trance mix
the vodka fire
the candy potions
dimming our eyes
softening our
claws
we take
the fingers to squeeze
and take
and hold
asleep
crashed
the little fan
wanders with its head
humming
the single eye
of the laptop
a blue star
on hold
wish wish
little bird
the years
and light
and darkness
merge
before dawn
in the thick
of black
you will
speak in depths
and watch
my back.

"FeteKarnalashun"

Submitted by Esker on Fri, 2015-03-13 06:39

chokecherry smudge
the club mists
sticky trysts
black soled grey leather pumps
bracelets that glitter
like the snow
loud patrons
and cabbies
tracking black
ruts in the down
drifting
from Forever winter
Music and meter glow
Drive on driver
beneath the hallowed
show
dark eyes
dark nite
the fuel
may help us
sleep tonight
beneath the
burden of eternity
toiling in the turmoil
sleep rumpled
slumped
no nightmares
please
no vivid
escape
A ghost of a television
a bathroom
of hot steam
a window to let
out bad air
and keep winter
in our hair..

"OT TRET YAGO LITSA"

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2015-03-22 15:02.

a window desires nights darkness
filling up the form
rising
stalking a thirst like jewels
Yana
Slick black frames
rest on a wide
snub nose
A tergo
"Wolfs snout"
Vision Dreamer
the harsh cheap
market cigarettes
dangles from
the mouth of
Yana
Furrowed dark
brows
summer storms.

"Kast bracken"

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2015-03-31 04:07

Bare streets
brare skies
like lidless
eyes awaiting
visions from
the sulken
brawl of lamp
lights
An odor of
the hour
climbs the
speaking
steps of stairs
creaking
in its case
a ghost mandolin
Baby why we need
to turn against
Love
the flush cheek
burning like
a wind slap
Happiness was
a cup a home
to lovers
crawling through
its lairs
sipping of its
ale its drink
now its silence
and tranqs
by the sink
Venetian swatch
im broken at
my watch
glueing
visions
and stepping
on the vase
of broken
hearts.

"T A L E W I N D Z"

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2015-04-06 05:35

shed a shadow
in a room the blackness drawn
Outside drips spring
undoing her delicate lace
a disrobe
in the harsh light of disbelief
An angle on a portion
your bust in profile
hidden with a wing
of sullen hair
An angel with a potion
dusk in docile
smitten lairs
we null paired
sparred a bad row
songs hissing
turning tables
needle fallow
round and
round
dripping
its finger point
as an angry
sun
falls
down.

I have tried to duplicate the exact way Steven streamed his poetry, it just needs a little time to see the way he wrote,
Yours Ian T