AND when your tears fall
before the rains come
so shall the tears fall
throughout your monsoon
:: 01-30-2014 ::
Category Archives: Love
MONSOON
WHEN DREAMS FLY AWAY
WHEN dreams fly away
they fly toward the south
where broken spirits meet
below the equator of my heart
And when you last spoke
not your songbird tunes
it tore through my heart
and I was just so broken…
the pieces scattered
into a frozen wind
When dreams fly away
they fly toward the south
where my spirit went to die
below the equator of my heart
And on and on I still can hear
the songbird tunes of your heart
So long my dove I wish peace
within your beautiful life
:: 01-30-2014 ::
A PLACE TO HIDE AWAY
IF your pain burns your soul
and your tears drown you
and the silence above
smothers you…
I am only a call away
We are a brother-sister hood
a commonality in flesh and blood
Oh there is no shadow play
in the light of such love
My day is your calendar
blank slate for your needs
So lovely soul call upon me
no need to hide away
:: 01-29-2014 ::
OPUS 1
LOVELY light sing your symphony
melt the disease of humanity away
cleanse my soul beyond reproach
so my Father finds me approachable
I have sinned many times I confess
but my heart in darkness I arrested
The crimes are that I am human
let the axe fall upon my neck
if such offense garners death
I praise you and the stellar beauty
of all you have created
AMEN
:: BROKEN SOUL ::
SILHOUETTE
WE pretend
to show affection
beneath the lies
— Silhouette —
a hidden rope
around my neck
You could bring
me a diamond
But there’s no stone
harder than your heart
I could scream and cry
blood in a tea cup
staring at all
my spare parts
You took the treasure
of my heart shaped box
a figure of speech
only for those
who know ignorance
I would have loved you
more than life itself
If only the love you had
was better than gold
But now I cry blood tears
My tears of red fill
the porcelain tea cup
strewn around me
nothing but spare parts
I live within
a nightmare dream
:: 01-29-2014 ::
HER FINAL SPRING
WINTER her final Spring
in bed ridden fashion
such life fiercely battled
Industriousness bought
through pain and tears
Through force of life
and broad strokes of art
travels she made
upon creative youth
And Death spoke, assuredly
but crept in delicate fear
and begged a pardon
— a release of guilt
Her flower withered…
but not from existence
a pollination across hills
to the fields of other-there
:: 01-29-2014 ::
MAJESTIC HEART
WHAT majesty the tender heart
dressed in heaven’s regalia
of red, purple and blue
morning sunrise against you
I more than once, thought
your voice a violin
sweeps me off my feet
a saintly hymn
— magnificence wrought
I tremble when you speak
hearing any chorus I agree
and quiver at the knee
Tender heart stay with me
Majestic heart
believe in me
:: 01-29-2014 ::
MY ASYLUM IS WELL
IF the world be held
by a thread of despair
let our love repair
Such state of disrepair
reeks injustice for life
and conjures illness
Where is the outrage
against such injustice
that derange dictate
My asylum is well
but the madness runs
and the keys it holds
My world such beauty
nature states refinement
In the end love repairs
:: 01-28-2014 ::
GENERATIONS
WHAT love does wander
within fields
of undiscovered
flowers of passion
— discovered
she does feel
such pain she knows
gives birth to love
and child shall remainG
Generations give
and our love remains
Un time we refrain
and speak in deep pain
We remain lovers
in time the same
:: 01-27-2014 ::
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