JUST a moment
that which we lose
when pain regrets
— it’s touch
a shallow feeling ensues
engulfs the good in all
Plainly said
— in all remorse
the cause nothing
less than fear
It moves the world
and burns our dreams…
::01-14-2014::
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FEAR
OVER THE CLOUDS
MY feet bleeding
have walked upon
red roses
Tenderly touching
an echo of my soul
longing for a home
What distance away
in desperation walk
shall I return home?
Far I fear… so far
away beyond the hills
and over the clouds
::01-14-2014::
FORMAL GREETING
MY DEEPEST despair, a formal greeting
Such reasons like pompous meanings
My heart bleeding upon corner stones
Such time until I become seconds
My hands so calloused in meaning
Of feelings, heart, and believing
Tis a frightful way
Regressed living
My cage small in existence
But now is paramount to be
if nothing just for me
A summer breath burning
From flesh–to–boiling–it’s me
::01/13/2014::
CELLO SPEAK FOR ME
THE pain speaks clearly
no introduction needed
A bastard for a mumble
the razor edge bleeds
No need to plead–indeed
such weakness is meat
for fangs deeply digging
— in me such remorse
To believe in love indeed
cello speak for me…
this night I bleed eternally
::01-12-2014::
I CAN ONLY LIVE…
I CAN only live as what I am
even if it hurts you
So sad I am to know
if tears fall upon your face
I will taste them each day
and love life if only for you
I can only live in truth
and my faith believes in me
If it loves me it loves you
I live each day as my last
and I wish the same for you
living each day as my last day
And I hope some day
you willl join me
::01-07-2014::
TAKE ME
TAKE me
and make me
with you
— as one
Break me
eat me
consumed
— as one
Shake me
stake me
my life
— with you
dead alive
heartbeat red
raining grey
— let die
An echo
past life
dreaming light
— a wakeful soul
::01/02/2014::
INCONGRUOUS MOMENTS
WISHING-well
— sometimes I do
unraveling dreams
— sometimes caught
between fingers-do
— slippery knew
notes running
across ivory key
minor pains
thrumming-heart
melancholy needs
dripping tears
there a light!
Golden tongue
— cursing darkness
honey-laced
Incongruous moments
–love them most!
::12/30/2013::
MY TREE OF LIFE
I DESIRE that which is mine
and give no quarter
to those who challenge
the fruit of my tree of life
I guard with constant diligence
the beauty by my side
her beauty madly drives
sane men into frenzy
Tis such a small price
for a gentleman to pay
to possess such a fire
her furnace forges my love
Fair warning to weaker men
best you chase less fair women
my stick has a spot for you
surely your head atop my spigot!
::12/28/2013::
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