This fade
this falter
this slip
Drink wild
drink deep
drink death
Hope beats
hope cries
hope sleeps
Wake dreams
wake needs
wake scenes
Let dance
let kiss
let linger
Turn away
turn away
Cut strings
hope
Quiet
The world holds hush
Silence hangs heavy
Breaking
Fighting for breath
Dream missive
Trying to find connection
Frantic
Resolution fades
Hope exhales
Last breathe
To shatter
In the silence
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Candy and Absinthe
Spread my wings out
To fly
But they
Are made of bones
Just fighting
To stay alive
Just tired
Of being
Alone
Stretch my hand
Out to the sky
I know you’re
Worth the fight
Kiss me
I’m falling
Catch me
I’m losing my mind
One touch and
I’m home
So tired
Of being alone
But you’re here
You’re real
These things that
I feel
These doubts that
Beat
In my chest
False prophets
Caged in regret
But you’re here now
You’re real
Wake me, from this dream
Kiss me
I am clean
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Fahrenheit vs Celsius
This flow
This flawless drift
A musicless melody
Notes straining at the edge of their tethers
A glance that speaks the world
A touch set quake
Foundation laid bare
This edifice
This flawless failure
A baseless memory
Images flicker past dissolving into pigment
A hope that knows better
A taste forbidden, yearning
Words that drift and find no ear to hear
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Song of the day-part 2
I think I found it
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New Song for the Day
For my friend Em, May we find ourselves under unfamiliar skies. Sometimes rain is happiness, sometimes what we are looking for we’ve already found.
Yes…This is a happy song.
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Truth, too much perhaps
If you find that my words are alluring or poetical verse turns your head, then know that I am not trying to seduce, not trying to entice, not trying to deceive. These words and phrases are who I am. My words are not empty, not pretty playthings. They are promises and truths. I say the things I say, always telling you truth. You do make my heart beat faster. I do dream of you. Sometimes it’s sex and sometimes we hold each other but you are in my dreams. My mind and heart have no short term plans. You are not a game I’m playing. You are someone worth being with. Worth valueing, worth seeing for who you are now not for who you were.
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Waiting
here in this limbo
Time stands still
Just you and I
And all our baggage
But hearts made light
Words and deeds
with open arms
heart wide
for choices to be made
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Just some things to think about
There isn’t a thing in this world I would not do for the people I love. I know all too well how easy it is to lose them. The world is not forgiving. It takes and takes and you are considered fortunate to be the last person in your age group to be left standing. A dubious honor to be sure.
The older I get the more prized those that I love become, not because I love less people but because I find my love grows. It builds on itself. It spills out and touches more people than I ever imagined I could love. More people who I feel a kinship to. More people who I respect.
For all of that, someone who sees me as vital to their life eludes me. I find something to love in so many but I still feel alone. I think that is what galls me. I can’t be unique. There has to be someone searching as hard for me as I do for them, right?
Maybe that is the hardest lesson. No matter how much we want, how much we need, how much we strive, there is always going to be something we cannot achieve, cannot find, cannot help.
This doesn’t mean that we don’t endeavor. It just means that we need to accept that there is a chance that we will fail. And that’s OK too
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Give and take
There is nothing I can give you
And nothing I can take
A shadow long and burning
A moment ere I wake
But I am lost to dreaming
I am lost, it’s true
The dream is of my making
Of building more to you
I am softly waking
A moment I’m confused
Your warmth has long fled
This heart we built for two
On waking I am empty
A space too big to fill
Your heart is slightly broken
But I have seen much worse
I will patch you up
Be a Latticework
You will heal
And when you leave
I will be undone
but a little fuller too
I will hold the hope that wounded birds
Made whole and now to fly
Will remember that broken man
And visit time to time
And secret kept in heart of hearts
That one will wish to stay
The foolish hope that brings,
And holds the reckless
tears at bay
Pelgris 