My new ebook available now

http://www.lulu.com/shop/dusty-hamilton/a-relatively-small-glimpse-poetic-license-vol-1/ebook/product-20008815.html

This has been my main focus lately. Also to quickly publish a paperback and hard cover of same. I'm still writing poetry, just haven't transferred it here to the computer yet.

 

L, I'm Erick

 a painful mistake i have paid
 to submit my heart so unpaved
 it wasn't so prudent
 (it needed improvement)
 but this was the choice i had made

in spring

the sprinkler ticks by
carefully dividing drops
one by one on grass

once

i was the one once
mistaken for a passing fog
i was drifting by
and you thought time flew
i was sitting listening
when you thought you were alone
i was in your thoughts
the night you couldnt sleep
i never told you more
but there i was neverless
i never told you id leave you
and youve never been the same

solomente

no sé el camino
esta vez
el uno que elija
no es mía
y yo no puedo ir

por lo que me esperará
pero tengo la sensación
de que usted no volverá

... Solas.


i don't know the way
this time
the one that you chose
is not mine
and i cannot go

so i will wait
but i have a feeling
that you will not return

... Alone.

for Cruz

i will come to know
 the mountains where you have lived
and have not returned

Un regalo.

 Estoy dándome
 Tú abres mi corazón
 Mas yo recibo

mt

skattered broken terrifying
looters have taken all my
memories and adjectives

all thats
 left

is..

annexed

simple things
laughter
touch
wink

afterthoughts

your scent on my pillow
is all i have
today

sailing home

There a vast quiet.
Youll find a noticeable calm.
A nuxurious way to sip your coffee.
Up on the deck alone.

The way a morning comes out.
Like it was meant to be.
Gentle tidal splashes licking the shore.
its me floating home

nothing but the silence

hear the cars  if youre still.
easing into their beats
a soft background refrain

a crane stirs the solid waters plane
and you just realize
youre really here

the inside me

you might think im joking
and tooting my own horn
i will just begin

you were not the first
of the ladies plenty
i couldnt count the numbers
nor would you want me to compare

i am a cauldren of excess
quality impure
lucky i could think of it
or damn infatuation

ive been so had and noticed
but alone instead
that i cant enjoy them forever
i am not at a loss

i regret my slaving
over skin and technique
i may be good @ loving
but damaged here inside

ive had my share and yours
one for every year
the babes were gorgeous
and never did i cheat

they deserved the finest
i brought them some
but i swear to you
tried to make each peak

i loved it at the time
a fetish, orgasmic plan
doesnt seem so sinful now
to make them smile below

you may think me unclean
or as if they were the prey
i never thought it wasted
i never thought it planned

i just had an endless search
for the one that was forever
i think ive found her now
and my quest is over

ive waited nine whole years
to fall in love again
matured and growed up now
id die to loose her trust

i have a sure thing coming
a pleasurable delight perhaps
or a seat in coach
all the way to hell

so i wanted to thank you
all you from my past
who waited and came with me
to see if i could compete

i only am the one im now
wraught by your warm chisels
you kept my fire billowed
an inner-oven-heated clay

i leave my past wholheartedly
starting now anew
i give up my whorish ways
and think of today

self portrait

 the artist has awoken

 to his daily grind

 a puzzle soon unbroken

 runs within his mind

 laid upon his sheets

 of oil pastel and base

 were measures tempos beats

 enunciating grace

 his vast wardrobe of scenes

 the patterns and the tails

 beautifully woven into genes

 or sewn upon his sails

 while the public peruses

 a feeling starts unbroken

 it really quite confuses

 but thoughts are soon provoken

 for what he had laid

 the sculptures he had pined

 he would not be paid

 nor contract ever signed

 on the objects that he chooses

 he must have some perspective

 whether it angers or amuses

 he must remain subjective

 his favorite thing you'd find

 near him just in case

 always is a paper lined

& only briefly, empty space

she was just there

 hearing you draw close
 i could almost see your face
 most beautiful creature
 shaped just like a vase

 i knew we had others
 that begged for our attention 
 but just right this moment
 she was mine

 she never said hello
 i never said goodbye
 though in my bed she slept
 in my heart she lie

 we were not interrupted
 & the time held still
 she opened up her eyes
 and stroked me down my side

 there opened up within me 
 a welcome breath of air
 a boyish delight
 you'd wish you were there

 the night could never pass
 that my feelings be untrue
 i want to die like this
 tonight i want to live

su novio

i shuttered that night,
when i heard your words
"i love you but..."
i never heard the end
you might have seen it happen
i must have glowed i bet
not a blush, but a light within

i filled like a teacup
and overflowed its saucer
i never saw it coming
in my heart i ran

i danced and held my heart
delight could not describe
i never had imagined
a time i'd have, as this

i brought myself to now
back down from my cloud
shook my head and wondered
what else you had said

i knew it was suggestion
a focus on condition
of how i lived my life
the importance of decision

i had to want to change
to set and reach my goals
remember whats important
and find her there and then

i had belief she'd wait
patient. not unconscious
she had to break the silence
the elephant in the room

i've seen the lite she spoke of
and held it in my glass
my ship and land apart
i had a fighting chance

but i really want to remember
the effortless flight i took
when she said those words
"i love you, but..."

H3

hurridly it spins

clad in grip of gravity

but it slowly dies

practice no

know it

there is no it

i know it

no

H2

she is beautiful

in every way a flower

sincerely, the rain

H1

i am enchanted

by something you have today

something you have said

softly spoken verbs

its not a race
iface
writings just my
something i enjoy
if i dont touch a thought
and it flies out the window
will i be

alone?

what..?

i m that last bite
i m the sour cream
the one you always wanted
whell enjoy away
why do you stay
is there someone youd eat instead
i ant believe that look
as if i give offense
the barrior
aint English - i spin balls with technique
nor body language either
but you look at me:
 a backhanded, slaping glance
a pitch
a sound.
 i recoil to in shame
whatever do i do or say
you never let me know
i sit apologizing
until in my arms you flow
whew that was a close one
i ll try to be more careful
but before u no it ive got a scalding pot
im ready to give up now
maybe this trip is over
ready to recede in my own corner
alliteration junkie
on omatopoeia
helpless ly thrown againt the rocks
the surf and the rocky shelf
i feel that my reefs have ended up in vein
none other like you could make me
insayin

to be edited

im off work
i called it quits
a poem a day
im a head of schedule
but in my head
grow dandelions
and i just cant resist
weeing out these flowers
and shoveling
manure
if you had my problems
youd press refresh at once
but if you knew the answers
why would you care to share
im on an outbound mail Truck
im headed out to greece
im on a delivery i'll be back
im sure
but if i could take a minute
and swim in the canals
the water so blue
it glistens
i really must be going
i hear the churchbell ring
it is not every day
i feel so cleansed as now
what is this world i live in
that lacks a tidy living
/evening
spent with my wife
she knows i passion
i relent to come to bed
unless to sit beside her
or make her eyes roll back
but if i could ;stay up n write
that id do instead

i really cant compete
with the visions on my paper
they need to be orginized
in such and such a way
dont make me go right now mom
we just started this game
havent you been young once
havent you felt the same
you make a boy out of me
you make me a stud
i knever thought or had
a dream
im in right now
so let me get my sleep, i mumbled
its mourning in a while

[rated NC-17] uh uh uh..

, "

she shakes her finger at me

in her little way

that melody i know so well.

i smile

a curving corner || bite

wonder/knows she's serious

she teases with her lips

i draw her close upon me

she locks me in her eyes

you know i want you badly

i want in -your thighs

she knows i will respond

that i will resist

but just for that moment

my heart beats treble in my head

blood courses thru body

adrenaline shot increased

if i cant have you now

you know i'll soon want more

new

experimental pizza
coming down the pike
ive added all your suggestions
no topping does it lack
its like mixing all the colors
and ending up with black

le poéme

certainement je voudrais aller
mais, mes ailes ont été coupé
je sera séjour

salesmen

opportunity knocked on my screen door
today
it was a salesman with an offer
(something i never tried)
youll be forever fit, feel like a rose
drawing in its scent
my moneypurse at the ready
i held it tight against me
and closed the inner door

opportunity knocked on my screen door.
and i didn't let him in

the sentence

no sense in getting upset
it gives you no reward
will not help ;you with that paper
you cant bottle it ether
nor can u give it - a way
time will tell
if yore doing well
"honestly", was to blame

listen..

 where once i felt so close
 a deep cavity remains
 when i go back and think
 opportunity had passed me by
 without a sound
 like
 "i'm sorry"

nontranslated word

 Act 1

 selfish.
 that one word should stand alone
 it brought us together
 you(.) understood
 (that eager was her void)
 i beg you to respond
 shh...
            quiet..
 ..
           shhh

              . .   she's calling out your name

 Act 2

 your response unwritten
 scared
 i taught you that word, selfish
 you taught me survival
 now whatyou gonna do with it
 the secret to her power

 if i might suggest
 unlocking the door between

 Act 3

 ar  u well
 r u deep n thought
 c ant u remember
 what did she say
 > enough for 1000 lives,
 her fears are unimaginable
 she is a person, dusty, 
 but new.

              'i read her like a book
              i took her as a shower'

 

[short story] i hear you're getting married

poetic license revoked,
clock out
hey, you start training the new guy tomorrow
maybe something will open up in another area.
i hear uh..Joe, down in birthday cards, is gonna retire next year, maybe

this,
well, this is hard for me too, okay?
it's a little late to get emotional now.

don't make me call security
look, just hand in your key on your way out tonight
don't even worry about tomorrow, either.

no, there's nothing to reconsider

because you just don't have that emotion anymore
i wish i could help out, we've tried everything;
we've been down that road before.

you don't have to get it, look, give me a beaten, cripled, old man .
HE's on the edge; HE could be talent
things are just going too well in your life for this company
and at this time we wish to sever our contract with you

we just don't have work for you anymore.
look, if someone close to you dies or...i don't know, you become an alcoholic or
something, give us a call. other than that,

i'm sorry too. there just isn't any work for a "satisfied" poet.
Hey, i hope to hear from you soon, huh?

Oh and Arthur, break a leg!

version 2

of
course

  steady; through
act-re?

exactly

i've got it! i lost it

pluck and prod and give it a nod
and stop all this selfish denial
get on the ball you're losing control you need to get some help
therepy help or drugs or relations what have you to say to that
this is my form of release
now leave me in peace or i'll call the police
your sentence structure
your conversational tone
i cannot imagine untrue
of
course
  steady; through
act-re?

exactly

nothing comes to mind

a book of poetry is never finished
it goes untouched, alone
it is no friend of mine

i do not like the rhyme
its near my bed instead

"wouldnt it be funny if instead money
we had only honey
our wallets would be quite a mess
these are things in my head i confess"

how can you read such pitiful banter
it doesnt touch you at all
its either mindless drivel
or cheerful endeavors
the meanings are always to
open and blue. no place for inner inspection
weve been inserted divered postponed
the message is lost or undecidedly clear
there is nothing for me here
too deep is this canyon
its range underwater
i'm skiing and it's indoors
the prose hits my nose and up it goes
and i feel no magnetic attraction
the style keeps changing
the wording verbose
next

stop.

get out of my head.
was it something He said?
i can't forget that one though
i try
a vallium, an upper for supper, you'll see
i'll forget all this nonsense real soon
but before i cant handle
any verse in this fashion
i must be remarkably board
or obnoxiously sloppilly drunk
for if you dont save me
or slap me i pray
i'll be prey - victim of his will i be
he got me again, thats it, im in
in his lost train of thought
a tunnel and its taking me down
and around
its never been this bad before
Doesnt he stop
isnt he through
is there a mechanical malfunction
i think hes morrose and depraved and deprived
i think i'll start a line too.
perhaps i could write, i'll just take a bite
it can't possibly be that hard
now what comes to mind
is i have to unwind
and this may be just my thing
i set pen to paper
and stanza to verse
and google all my wording first
i'm in charge and i'm living large
i'm going to show you poetry

let this be a lesson
yep! this smith and wesson
will kick the sh** out of you
 
-write on

i am >

no velcro tie of lie

i never knew a passion so true, a life id never end
edit but never undo

 

i  love you. and That is enough.

one poem, one

all life has meaning, all but one.
the most repetitive one of all:
ive got a notion a lotion a potion
not a portion.
abortion
ive got a train my brain; its plain its insane
it comes with remarkable dread instead
of the other which i cannot discuss
its to heavy for you to see me bear
its not indecision or digestion or cancer
its not impossibly define or devine
just a notion a push a wish a crush
a past and a future thats bright
impossibly crooked past on a river of glass theres a mast
and a lite and a match
to see through the fog or igniting the soul in a blizzard or blast
its not angina or the vagina thats made me feel unpleasant
ive never had finer.. i mean, this diner this pheasant its all been so pleasant
reason this season is thought and control and learning something so new
of myself and my worth and my undying thirst to find the one who loves you
i never seen anyone with that look in their eye when at me they
see me within
joyously boastful clad in glad is rad you'll see
if i get senti-mental or semi-rigid it's not from this flight of fancy
to have you within and a/part is smart but impossibly slow
id rather be in a story of us; a liquid with you as a brush
your laugh fills my heart and it shudders asleep
and i realize im holding my breath.
your smell it dwells it lingers. my fingers.
have burn marks you've touched me so deep. in sleep.
i weep and it creeps up my sole up my head away is my dread instead its surreal
I feel.
It's real. i kneel and heal and stutter and stammer "four more!"
i whisper, "together," ("there is no other nor will ever there be")
i could never be better or sweater. for that matter sweeter. its neater and nearer your heater
your heart beating rhythmically true. you're the glue
That, holds us together like no other. I say, "again."
you grin, "listen," "it's in." its the new thing to do
no one in charge, is taking over, i'm in. i am impossibly you.
is there a reason for my undying love
for this unstoppable smile?
it must be hope. its no longer the dope. because of you ive turned life around
its sound its flurry its word
undelivered undeposed unreposed
you've seen my best and i hint at the worst and you never flinch or give up.
how you dont throw up your hands i dont understand
this must be impossible you. a cape and an "s" is what you should wear
dressed in red white and blue. hands on your hips, a fine looking chick you'd be
so with discression you teach me, your lessons
have pleasured my heart. pictures dont make, can't create
what (i) was i)( saying
what am i saying, that i yam what i yam
or you're my yo to my yo
i've just never been happier or in such delight some nights allright?
i just love you.

a level playing field doesn't make me handicapped

 dont fix me.
 im not a project. im not a ghetto im not asyntax
 im not a sentence
 im not a noun im not a thing i m not clay
 im coming to realize all life has a pattern
 of worry and healthy demise
 its really quite beautiful if youd give it time. there are things about it that give me a shine
 d d dont belive me now, (I'm) fine
 but i'll feel the same tomorrow.

you've lost something

 you don't look at me with that tear in your eye
 when i leave anymore
 maybe ive taught you to be tough
 or is it brave
 or maybe ;you dont care, are you gettinng used to this
 pattern
 of neglect
 so impassionate
 that your hugs feel like shrugs when they were like drugs
 love is within


  Notes:
  a poem to my daughter