oh won’t you compress me
tighten my limbs till they’re on the verge of breaking
while I try not to try not to try
presently absent or absently present
this slippery potential
bottle it up and drink it for dinner
and somebody pour the wine
while his passages — impossibly tender — slip their way past my devices
and caress my core
oh, loosen my world
syllables and suitors...
A tear fell before I was ready
How could something so small feel so heavy?
It’s cataclysmic.
Tears won’t listen…all discretion melts away
They beg to be felt.
They plead to be heard.
Show mercy — they’re carrying the weight of the world.
They lighten the pain.
They soften the hurt.
But lest this deceive you — they’ll rattle your earth....
Farewell, my almost lover
Goodbye, my almost prince
I gave my all in trying
And I’ve missed you ever since
Stay true, my faithful steward
And don’t let your hands rest
Bring steadiness and balance
To each soul enduring test
I’ll never stop believing
You’ll always drum your beat
Together we’ll continue
Though our eyes may never meet
A lesson worth the struggle
A blessing worth the pain
Farewel...
You’re steady but blinded to time and it’s vastness. Your unintentional indifference envelops my soul. Unaware of the receding divide that separates us, your constant drumbeat anchors my daydreams but misses see the reason I ever took flight.
I am invisible. My words clear, the meaning foggy. Isolated in your company. Perhaps the problem is in the grasping. If I did not try so desperately to brid...
you know those faint echoes of light
that hide behind closed eyelids,
extending the legacy of the bright
long after we’ve ceased to see it?
i want to be that for sunless souls —
a gentle, yet certain reminder of the golden,
elusive enough to make them open their eyes again
and realize that, though blinding,
it is worth it....
Wreathing my thoughts in a silver lace vine
This dream dawns it’s day ‘fore I even start mine
It gifts me a silly, impervious grin
And swears the world’s kinder that it’s ever been
My mind is all hazy…would this make him proud?
Of course I would tell him! No - never out loud!!
How could I remember the week, month or year
When it’s been a full day without him being near?
Cheeks glowing, steps ...
Memories make quite the telephone game
each time revisited, never the same.
We wistful dreamers valiantly whisper
Hopeful to paint a dependable picture
While those recollections that we hold most dear
Are glossed more times over with moony veneer
But shall we thus mourn the loss of the true
Or rather embrace writing history anew?
I guess to remember we must pay a price
Never to step in the sam...
Every retreat’s become your lair
Every hideaway your fortress
Omnipresent as air
Yet you’re blowing remorseless
Dodging your influence
I’ve held my breath blue
How gross to gasp for smog like you
Your echo rebounds
From each perceived crystal
My cavernous world
Too bare to absorb it
Look over my shoulder
To find your initials
Engraved in each moment,
And smearing my portrait
My eyes wor...
Becoming that on which it dwells,
My mind of clay carves deeper wells
As I begin to plead for you
To be its potter, through and through
My thoughts and feelings, do discern
And let your Word become my light
My reasonings please overturn
Examine me and make me bright
There’s happiness at your right hand
On grounds of mercy you allow
Your kingdom will forever stand
I’ll live in then and dream in...
