Category Archives: #feeling

The Cedar Box

As my roses are in bloom the cedar box is locked away
with safely kept dreams.
The Light hits the window’s pane shattering forever
into pieces illuminated thoughts; my trembling fingers
touching the floor’s veins — long sturdy planks braver
than my bones, my spine and all pain.
Did you know that when the proud Moon rises from the
descending heights of waning daylight my roses are still
within their magnificent bloom?
And my hands are without purchase for the South spins
and North is beyond my reach.
But my roses are in bloom and my dreams safely kept.

:: 10-15-2018 ::


THIS HEART BLEEDS TRUE

ALLOW me to bend my knee
upon my impediments
that wish i alteration
for this thing called love
which is wish bending remover
to remove:

O no! Do not fool that heart
which experiences floods and
dangerous winds of looks
it is the star to every look
a wandering life too good
to last — obfuscate!
whose worth’s unknown my bee
tasting sweet honey heart
–the ‘all of me’ i say
true stay true for you
where time is not love’s fool
where dreams though through
my mind: rosy lips and cheeks
within my bending knee
bleeding/bending the flittered
wings of angels’s compass come;
where love does not alter time
in brief hours but between
sweet kisses of this love
— of ours!

:: 09-11-2015 ::


TO TOUCH YOUR LIPS WITH MY TEARS

ALONE with my silence
what does life mean
if forgiveness
never exists
thinking, i
thought a kiss
like sun upon lips
but who lives forever
nothing made of skin
nor flesh; none of us
and when there’s no
place for us then what
is this thing that
builds up dreams then
walks away from us
i see love, lies, fear,
tender pain; i gave
the world all my art,
touched your soul upon
my fingertips
then|when love
must die +

:: 07-03-2015 ::