Static and messy A grayed out Fuzz ~~~ Dancing With a call To the wild Heart ~~~ Bleeding Crashing Tossing and rolling ~~~ Luring Into the tepid depths Of our quell ~~~ Searching for What was once a Mutual affinity
I walk with her Sometimes holding her hand An eraser At best Fingers resting On the small of my back ‘Swayed-ing’ me This way and that Fleecing a lullaby I’ll never grow used to this dance Holding her hand
Sometimes In the deep feelings The stuck Holds your hand tight And blows you a kiss. Believe me It’s not how one likes to be kissed, But at times it’s all we have And when we awake We realize it was not a dream We were most alive.
I cannot fall any deeper Into the depths Of your heart ~~~ I love you, always
Sketch by BMM She never let me in. So, I never let anyone in either.
Sitting in the moon light So I can see you In it’s gaze Laying down And breathing in Until it hurts Releasing The madness Pouring out Into a mist All around us Floating Like bees in the dark Leading the blind And Misplaced It has always been me You truly see In the gaze Of … Continue reading Curtain Call – December 9, 2020
Lured To a place My rhythm Dances on Forgetting Where I started And where I fell down The blind eye We all have Exists for a reason ~~~ In spite The river ran dry
Rolling in the hills That surround my home Bleeding out the front door Skipping beside you Down the front path Only stopping In the middle To take in everything Arms raised, opened To the vast unknown Nothingness I look for you A feeling That’s agitating And comfortable I sit stagnant In my chair In the … Continue reading Mazed – December 1, 2020
A million moons Glistening in the ripple Of the tide Floating vagrantly A lone finger Swimming Through the cool abyss Until I find you
Manners & Etiquette: Are They Important to Survival? Remember to say please and thank you, take your shoes off at the door, send a thank you note when someone goes out of their way to do something nice for you, hold the door for others, offer your seat to an elderly/disabled/pregnant person, etc., etc. Most … Continue reading A Thought to Think on – November 4, 2020
Find your peace.
PARTS AND PIECES Baby Birds I was a talker. I am still a talker. I’ve always been a talker. My son is a talker. I get it now. He has so much to say, and it is constant. I love listening to how his mind works, and I sometimes wonder if they felt the same … Continue reading Talking to you…10/27/20
Softly Blaring my name Fingering my way to the post Where you are Where you stood Lost and lonely Inside the beginning That was once you I can’t make out Your shadow It’s too big Confounding the shape I saw and knew Floating Past me Into an enigma Of love and hate I hold So … Continue reading It’s Complicated – October 22, 2020
The energy escapes me I pivot and fall It’s there But not where I’m Supposed to be If anywhere at all
So numb to the world My pages are empty My pen has run dry And the lead Has slipped From the wood With a crack The longer this derails The more that is said I’m spiraling inward Landing right back in my own head
If there is something after death, I will find you.
We’ve talked often But this This Was more intimate She held me And caressed My stained soul Something no other living being Had done Staring into her eyes She made me feel whole All of the problems in the world Were suddenly still A temptress at her best I squandered in her presence Marveling At … Continue reading Counting Worms – September 26, 2020
Here we go suckers ~~~ Saddle Up ~~~ Half ass answers If you please ~~~ What’s going on Make believe We’re living in a backwards ease ~~~ Never Never Land Peter, pass the Hook ~~~ Excuse me fears I no longer pucker With many Tears
My words Cannot droop As low as I Want to take them I can’t even Beg them to go Where they need to be They traipse Along My fissure Occluding The space I’ve always Wanted to inhabit
PARTS AND PIECES Image The smell of warm concrete and chlorine, the summer used to hold me hostage. There was an oversized rectangular concrete slab children climbed upon to tug and pull at their sticky bathing suits, while watching themselves in an equally large reflective piece of cloudy glass hanging on the wall. When it … Continue reading Talking to you…10/13/20