she was like
a wilting flower
drained of all things
that kept the others upright
he was like
a rushing brook
who saw her crumpled and tired,
crowded by overgrown weeds,
and wanted nothing more
than to clear the earth around her
and see her bloom again
so he took all he had
and poured it into her
and when finally the pinkness
had returned to her cheeks
she looked back at him
and saw that
he was now like
a withering shrub
frail and planted in dry clay
and despite the deep conviction
she had in her heart to restore him
like he had restored her
all of her best efforts
left her with with exposed roots
and dirt beneath her fingernails
he wouldn’t let her stay
to continue to try
to quench his thirst
so she left him with a watering can
and promised he’d soon find relief
I will not go quietly
or do as you say
or extinguish my light
just to act in your play
I will never endure
all your senseless remarks
That spring from your weakness
like shots from the dark
I’ve often been fooled
by the words of a friend
who lead me on blindly
to a treacherous end
I’ve allowed you to hurt me
I’ve opened my heart
As you filled it with poison
and tore me apart
I will stare at the sun
as my anger takes form
I will climb to great heights
in the gut of the storm.
I will curse this false trust
that has ensnared me like rope
that binds my torn wrists
suffocating all hope.
I will let my voice sound
from the top of this hill
I will sing, I will dance,
I will laugh, yes, I will
To some this love doesn't make sense..
Well to them I simply say a miracle of God is too much for a man to comprehend
Even for myself I question how is it I have no riches but I still found wealth..
With this love..
For you a woman who's fabric is laced in Gods grace..
Who's presence remind me that one day I will see Gods face..
When I look into your eyes women of old past away.
Germany you could never be replaced..
So this day I take you to me my Wife
for my entire life..
And your heart I would never sacrifice.
Blessed with the truth of love and not the false of lust.
As we live let people she Christ in us
So this marriage will last through life and death..
Through times of dawn and dust..
Through diamonds and gold to metals that rust.
Everyday my goal is to make your heart blush..
With one word or one touch
I sliced open my chest.
Just to find that I was missing something
My heart was gone
This made no sense
I'm pretty sure you gave it back
That day we went apart from one another
Oh yea now I remember
He took it from me
Not you but him
Don't know how he did it
But he has my heart now
He is treating it better than you ever did
He holds it wherever he goes
He will hold it forever
There is nothing you can do about it
Because even though he stole my heart
He stole it to keep it safe
You only took it to burn it into the ground
My heart is his now
Are you jealous?
Strings plucked by cold fingers on cold hands.
The hand-bone's connected to the heart-string....
Sinew rasps against brazen cords, etching orchestral symphonies on the stone in my chest.
Riding the waves of screams, cries, songs...time.
Upon that crest I ride, ever away from that distant shore;
Ever away from that distant hope.
Ever away.
Caught in the tide of cold spring air.
Cool air sifted through fiberglass filters. Menthol kissing lips, freezing the air across my teeth.
Welcome, Nicotine.
Welcome to my body; lift me on your crest, carry my inhibition.
Invoke your calm upon my weary mind and let me forget I am alone.
Alone? Or...alone...?
Faces will be forgotten.
Sand covers cracks...sand covers much....
Time covers much, but not all.
Who will you remember best? Whom will I never forget? Who won't I have to?
The sand will fill the gaps, but...my house is clean....
Clockwise from the front, right: chap stick, lighter, change; nothing; wallet, gang-ties; pump; phone's in the jacket.
This is my identity, always with me - my companions. But none are company.
None can give what I seek. None, it seems.
Desolation is a feeling. And feelings console.
At least you can be certain of their purpose, at least you know who they are.
Who are you?
How will I know?
When will I see that wry smile and be certain of it?
Give me that stone heart, that I may etch my symphony upon it.
Let my sinew warm those brazen strings.
Ride upon my crest.
Be my Nicotine, my sand...my certainty.
Tears drops ran down my window pane
that no-one can explain
the sun pours it warm rays
On my brow comforting me
from all my heartbreaks
the sun shines down
on me with gladness
soothing away my sorrows
God's holy presence ...
hovers over me like
a dove .
While My Guitar Gently Sleeps
boogie woogie is on my mind
my toe tapping a thousand times
slapping snare and top hat crash
back to sleep dreamy night fade away
is it a festival of jazz marching by
raz-ma-taz New Orleans style
clarinet and trumpet and tuba blow
blind melon singing do-dah do-dah-day
Latin fever makes me thrash
trying to remember the tricky steps
the cha-cha of the island girls
watching how the shapely hips sway
Spanish marimba mambo twist
taps clacking as the flamenco flies
big box acoustic cat gut strings
fingers twitching wanting to play
square dance cowgirls and dudes strut
thumbs in their pockets stomping boots
fiddles and steel race through my heart
gonna do it all do it all someday
roll over and change the world another day
dreamy night fade away once again
screaming guitars in triple tones
while my guitar gently sleeps away
Gomer LePoet...
I just called my boyfriend for the first time,
In many months....
The last time I saw him was two and a half weeks ago.
We hardly ever text,
Or Webchat.
Is it me?
Or is something going on?
Because he's proven to me,
That in nine months of being together,
He is completely faithful.
It's so damn hard to have a boyfriend,
Whom I hardly ever see.
I love him to death,
And it's now killing me.
It hurts inside,
And I need him.
I need to just reconnect again with him,
Somehow,
Soon,
Anywhere.
Because I'm painfully in love with him.
He's so far away,
In my heart,
And it hurts inside.
Did we move too quickly at first?
Things are slowing down entirely,
And I miss him...
I miss our webchats,
I miss our long phone calls,
And I even miss our texts.
It's not the same anymore.
And school is already stressful.
He doesn't even know,
How much it hurts me,
To hardly ever see him.
I may not exprss it as much,
As I used to,
Because I've stopped trying.
I'm sad, maybe even depressed.
He has come into my life,
And I'm so thankful,
But I wish it was different.
Wish we went to the same school,
Wish we talked more...
We hardly ever talk too.
Am I becoming boring?
Do you have your insecurities?
Or are we both nervous of love?
Afraid of love?
You saved me from my misery once,
And I'm blessed.
I only hope,
You can do it once more.
If er' a Soul was born to sing
to dance and laugh and play
to wish within a faery ring
and party with the Fae
If er' a Soul was born to write
her thoughts upon the breeze
and leave her kiss upon the night
with gentle graceful ease
If er' a Soul was born to be
a cherished welcome friend
that stays with us when shadows flee
and hearts are helped to mend
Then Soul is the one indeed
that lives loves laughs and breaths
and I am sure you've all agreed
it's lonely when she leaves.
One day I wont think of you
Till then I hear that salt water helps clean a wound.
One day I wont think of you
when that song comes on.
One day I wont think of you
when my favorite tv show is ruined.
One day I wont think of desperately wanting to hold your face and kiss it, of wanting you to kiss me as if I were about to drift away into thin air. Of how I didn't let myself do that, because I know you wouldn't like it. That self control killed me, because aren't those are the little things that shouldn't have to be controlled? I had the wrong kind of self-control with you. Now when I need it the most, it runs away and shatters, that fucking prick, and then it’s up to me to put fragments back together and build from the ground up.
All over
again.
One day I wont think of you
when I think I see your face on the street.
One day I wont think of you
when my heart stops, falls, and drowns when I see your photograph
"accidentally"
One day I wont think of you
with a glass of wine.
One day I wont think of you
with two, three, or four glasses.
One day I wont think of you
When I doubt.
One day I wont think of you
when I look beautiful, because I wish you could see it.
One day I wont think of you
with every little success a day brings, because I want to shove it in your face.
One day I wont think of you
when I see the gorgeous girl across the room, a natural beauty with big round eyes, pouty pink lips, fair perfect skin, arms sketched with tattoos. Your type of girl.
One day I wont think of you
and I wont have to write all these bullshit poems anymore.
One day I wont think of you
because you're just like all the others.
