Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Beloved/Summons (A Conversation)

I long to see the sunshine.
              You see it every day.
I miss the sea and sand.
In your eyes, their colors lay.
I want to see my beloved,
I miss you just as much!
To walk with her hand and hand.
I miss your very touch!


My beloved, I summon you.
I hear and answer the call.
I call you home to stay.
Why would I wish to be away?
And once you have entered my view,
You are my world, my all!
I promise to be forever with you.
I have no reason to stray.

Rain Will Fall Again

Soon tomorrow’s coming
Can today last forever?
I know that the sun must rise
How many times must I?
I’ve fallen so many times
Many times I’ve been pushed
They rejoice in seeing
My face in the mud
I won’t let them see the tears
Mixed with the dirt
If you cry in the rain
It hides the tears well
I’ve stopped walking in the sun
When the sun rises
You will be gone
I will go back to hiding my face
Then the rain will fall again

A Hallow Void

A hallow void
Fills my middle
Blotting out the sunlight
No amount of brightness
Can counteract the cold
A tiny beat that can’t cry out
A hand that cannot reach
I take a breath, control myself
It doesn’t matter, I can’t remember
Emotions are leverage, Emotions are passion
A bargaining chip
Serving only to harm (the only thing that matters)
Get rid of them (Without them we cease to be)
Excess baggage

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Empty Gestures

Shut out the light
Bring on the darkness
Take out my hallow parts
I have no use for them
Spare me no pity
For fools are gladly borne
But a gesture is empty
From the back of the playhouse
In a flash the paper burns
Fire, the element of desire
Quickly stoked
Quickly sated
In the end
The darkness overcomes us all
And light fades

Sunday, July 27, 2014

I didn't say banana...

Born of sunshine
Nestled in leaves
Its bitter rind
Is a tasty tease
The Florida sun
Makes its bitter skin
Turn bright to reveal
The citrus within
In the morning dew
Shows how sweet
And good for you
This healthy treat
A summer feast
It’s best in mornings
Quartered and pieced 

Patterns

Such patterns as one would see
On a butterfly’s wings
On seashells
In the intricacies of a snowflake
Can be found
Everywhere
All around us
If we are but observant
What do you see?
This line of poetry
Does not rhyme today
But there is a time
For every purpose
Some time we reap
When the information
Is sewn, secured, stitched, spun
It forms a spiral social web
Everything touch
As long as one remembers
How the puzzle pieces fit
You will do fine
Unlock the door
To your secret archive
The Library which catalogues
Your innermost dreams and desires
Everything you ever learned
All your memories
Are Precious

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Grace

Running Wilde
Heartbeats Calling
Something is telling me
To count now
Four, Five, Forty, Three
I’ve lost count
‘Tis a pity
How can I bare
To resist thee?
This visit must last
It can’t be a ruse
We must go into the light
Not into the darkness
Together
Is what counts
I feel as though
I am blessed
Amazed
With grace