Ditto

"I want to follow where you go"
Trail you through the dawn
All I can do is wait and trust
Even when I fall, I will rise
Perhaps this time, I will listen
The words are whispered and I intend to hear
No offer too obscure, This will leave my heart undeterred
A simple phrase repeating, "My soul is full"
Now it seems noises, hearts, dreams, and even time has stilled...
"Ditto"

Sense

The essence of you
Distilled
Waifs through the air
Carried on a silent breeze
You murmur sweet nothings
In my ear
As you run light fingers
Over my salty skin
While we watch the sun rise

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My eyes are like unruly hounds
They waver, close, and fall asleep
Encumbered with compassion
And the secrets that they keep
Until the moon grows thin
Until the seas run dry
Until the stars go dim
No inconstant, inconsistent love am I

...But....

Too many nights lay heavy
Burdened with my pain and your lies
I hope you know that I am ready
To carry your secrets and rise

....So....

Until the clock strikes elevens
No need to take it in your head to flee
Lying side by side
The pressure of you against me
I feel your burgeoning love
Laying aside me and mine
No need to move right now
The world itself will be just fine

....Because....

Everything has a beginning
And everything has an end
The middle is sitting right here.
Time and two and twice again
The sky turns blue and gold.
Morning seeks to part this pair
Should the universe achieve this goal
The whole world will find itself stripped bare.

Golden Chimes

Softly I turn to your eyes,
Burning with love...
How true this all feels,
Destined to do so much more.
A path from above awaits,
Talk of it does it no justice. 
To the pealing of golden chimes,
Alone I kneel, together we rise.

Moments

A flurry of hands
Making me shiver
Making me quiver
Running all over me
Breathing comes ragged
Breathing comes staggered
I rise to your touch
Help me I'm falling
I think you're stalling
This moment is forever

Crux

Crux

Call out just once and I’ll be there

No matter how far away

Time will not alter or change me

My love is here to stay

Take time to make some revisions

I know it worries you so

But remember I will be here waiting

When you’ve reached your lowest low

The world does its best to break you

To put you down in your place

But I’ll be here to protect you

Wipe the shadows that darken your face

So call on me when the time comes

Lean on me, I’m steady as the Earth

But the hour is coming when questions will rise

Time to prove your mettle and worth

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TOILM

TOILM

The crisp cold scent of morning,

As the steam rises from my mug.

My hands embracing

The one I love most.

No longer interested in coffee

My strength comes from somewhere new,

We rise and fall,

To the beat of our hearts,

Gently,

Then more rapidly,

Stars explode,

And a cup of coffee

Sits,

Cooling on a windowsill,

Forgotten

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Some Scraps of Poems

From now on I need to steel myself from the darkness,
My hard choices need to come swiftly now
One follow another in rapid succession
Time has come to rise to the action and make bold statements
Not always the popular decisions to bear the burdens
A life of single blessedness is a cursed choice
What is necessary is right in God's eye and mine

Staring through crisscrossed eyelashes

Looking for courage in diminutive frames

Time will come soon enough

When light explodes through shattered seconds

Experience the feeling of fractured repose

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Life

Life

Lost ground and lost way

Footing insecure

Broken and defeated

We must brace ourselves

To rise again

For no matter how often we fall

We must rise to the challenge

To the day

To face our enemies

Because that is the meaning of life

The rise and fall

The give and take

Without which

We cannot live

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Sing

Weep not when angels fall

They do so every day

Cheer when men gain wings

And rise above the fray

Banish fears and sorrows

For they drag us down to earth

Search for knowledge and enlightenment

Value your own self worth

Other’s opinions are pointless

And vengeance is a wasteful thing

Giving up and letting go

Can make your conscience sing

So sing me songs of sleeping spirits

Those things that go bump in the night

And call me when your conscience soars

To new and unlimited heights

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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

Coin Flip Poems

Everyone holds in them the possibility of being light or dark, hope and 

joy.  Here are two poems that show both sides of the coin, so to speak.

JARS OF CLAY

Jars of clay can’t capture of hearts                  

Hands can’t hold our spirits                            

Break us down to our component parts            

We still retain our specialness                        

In the break of dawn we will rise                      

Our hearts will soar to new heights                  

Every new day we sing new praise                   

Tomorrow brings new challenges                      

                                                                                                               JUST OUT OF REACH     

                                                                                        Reaching for the stars just out of grasp     

                                                                                                    Falling further and further away     

                                                                                                                               I don’t know     

                                                                                                             I keep reaching overhead     

                                                                                                        Knowing they just get away      

                                                                           The stars will align for their own desperate need      

                                                                                                 Needing no help for anyone here      

                                                                                                                    Why should I think       

                                                                                                         That I’m someone special?      

                                                                                                                 I shed one single tear      

Coin Flip Poems

Everyone holds in them the possibility of being light or dark, hope and joy.  Here are two poems that show both sides of the coin, so to speak.

JARS OF CLAY

Jars of clay can’t capture of hearts

Hands can’t hold our spirits

Break us down to our component parts

We still retain our specialness

In the break of dawn we will rise

Our hearts will soar to new heights

Every new day we sing new praise

Tomorrow brings new challenges

JUST OUT OF REACH

Reaching for the stars just out of grasp

Falling further and further away

I don’t know

I keep reaching overhead

Knowing they just get away

The stars will align for their own desperate need

Needing no help for anyone here

Why should I think

That I’m someone special?

I shed one single tear