Poetry, Poems, Paintings, Drawings, Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison, Sylvia Plath, Dylan Thomas, Ted Hughes... Internataional award winning poet / painter Patrick John Mills shares some of his poems out of Streets of Fire collection.
Does
she rip the skin off the animal
Does she eat the flesh off the livin' creator
Does she hear the rain drops
Do her fingers smoothen out the ruffles in her dress
Does her heart fill your glass with wine
Does she electrify you
Does it feel like she is trying to crucify you
Do you feel like you want to die by her side
Doe you want to climb inside
Does she cry at the birth of day
Des she resurrect your dreams
Is she one by day
and two by night
Is her hair blowin' in the wind.
Published in Garden of Life
Library of Congress ISBN 1-57553-004-2
Received: Editor's Choice Award. - (written Summer 1994)
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Titled:
Naked Thoughts
Body old
Once told
What crowns you
crucifies you
You got me
You got me inside out
inside out
inside out
sure wish it
would rain
and wash these
empty streets
I want your naked thoughts
I want you inside out
Inside out
Inside out
written Spring 1996
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Titled: Chirp along
Sing a song
I feed the birds
I can hear their song
their feet rest
in the needles
of the grass
I wish I could
fly under their
wings
I wish I could
sing a song
chirp along
feel strong
simple and sweet
tweet
fly in the sky
nest in
the trees
that's where'd I'd be.
written Summer 1995
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Titled: Without you
When I was young
I saw my reflection
smile in the sun
And I'm getting cold
out here
I'm getting colder
without you
Children gettin' older
I'm gettin' colder
without you
If you see my reflection
in the sun
Pull your dreams out
of the sky
Kites are blowin'
in the sky
and my soul is sailin'
out there
And I'm getting colder
I'm growing older
without you
I'm getting colder
without you
hold me
hold me
hold me again
hold me again
hold me
hold me
again....
written Summer 1995
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Titled: Streets of Fire - (I believe this is my wife's favorite poem)
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| Erika and I at the amusement park in Montreal - 1996 |
eat chunks of flesh off
your skin
Layers of love
Eat only the above
My tongue will
lick you open
wounds
We will wrap up
in a cocoon
Our love will bloom
like walking on the moon
and we will walk
and we will dance
down streets of fire.
written Fall - Winter 1995
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Titled: Secret Garden
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I don't wish
to spell a
sound - to break
this silence
I don't wish
to make a
noise - for I
fear my own
voice
I want to
whisper
I want to
whisper
in your secret
garden
I hear the cars drive away
down these wicked highways
I hear them wash
these naked roads away
The city lights
shine my bed
sheets
The city lights
are brightenin' up
your secret
garden
your secret
garden
washes these
naked
city
streets
away.
written Fall - Winter 1995
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Titled: Perfume
Your perfume is all over me
Your candle burns with
melting wax
Dripping all over me
Salty kisses on your skin
Watch me go in
Your perfume is all over me.
written Spring 1996
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Titled:
Semen Incense 
I am a flower
in the tall grass
in the open fields
her lily legs
leave me to beg.
written Spring 1996
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Titled: Dreams of You
We dreamt of a summer
that would never end
We dreamt of a love
with no pretend
but it turned cold
the days grew old
and the plane danced across the sky
I hopped off the plane
took a deep breath
and a good look around
Later that night
I rented a movie
but, it just wasn't the same
turned the VHS off
and walked out in the pouring rain
Such a lonely day
Such a lovely day
in the lightness
in the darkness
I wander in thoughts of you
Dreaming of a summer
that would never end
and of a love that could never die
without you
without you
without you in my arms - I feel like I could die
I sleep in lullabies
wonder if you hear my cries
The phone rings
it's quarter past two
and it's you
We talk about how much we're
missing the huggin' and a kissin'
I sing a song softly
and crawl back to bed
Dreams of you fill my head
In a love that will never end
I'll be with you till the end.
written Spring 1997
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Titled:
Life Line (relates to the painting titled Life Line)
Oh yes it is very
sexual
red and black, a bleeding
red
the string is like a tampon
every month she cries
every month she washes her
face with birth blood
the string plays a song
of void, a silent mass
a black song never to be sung
sometimes she gives up
and collapses
sits down on her bum with
her knees towards her chin, one
could say that she sits in a lazy
inadequate fetal position, but I
would never say that. The rain
drops from the shower head
fall
blood washes out of her, dilutes
and the cells dilate across the white
porcelain bath tube floor
and migrate towards the drain. written Fall 1999