I have become a man of habits.
Alarms wake me, coffee and toast.
Gym, morning texts,
messages to my monkey.
The crow knows no habits
Hunts and gathers, watches for prey
Does habit call for the roost of murders?
I know less than little.
I have become my habits.
Birds, birds, birds.
I'd do anything for her smile.
Whiskey breath and soft kisses are my
prayers offered to the night,
or day.
Feast solely on the moon and
you will not receive sustenance.
The past is certain, and so it becomes my future.
So too, is it certain, that I will relive my past mistakes?
Questions without answers.
My habit.
The lord gave me the intellect to question,
but saw fit to withhold the courage needed to answer.
Providence only moves when you do.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
I don't know that I believe in fate
Or angelic intervention
Or providence
Yet you are in my life
Which is a miracle that grows
With the passing of each day
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
I would build an altar with which to worship you,
your beauty, your sensuality and your love.
You truly are an angel,
my heart.
Such a remarkable woman.
You can never know the depth of my love for you as words and actions alone cannot capture it,
yet I will try.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC
I no longer understand the night.
How it thinly veils the corruption of our souls as our hearts bleed out all that was once innocent.
I am more at home in the light of early morning.
When the sun's warmth takes the bite off of Winter's parting kiss with all the promise of spring and summer's love brightly lit for all to see,
The shadows of yesterday forgotten at least for the moment.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
I have loved,
I have loved,
And I have loved again
Yet every time I am astounded
At how much love there is within me
To give again.
I love you the most.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
Merry Christmas for me
Today
Is you asleep
In someone else's bed
Yet beside me
As I sip wine
While the muscle relaxants kick in
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
What chance have we to know each other no matter how intimate we are when we do not take the time to know ourselves, intimately.
What cannot be found alone certainly cannot be discovered together.
The journey of two must begin with one thus though we travel together we remain in many ways be apart.
I cannot speak for you yet I can say that I do not yet know me.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
I don't know how to love you
Yet love beats within my heart.
I cannot stay with you
Yet I cannot leave
Why do you not ask me to
Speaks volumes that you do not want to hear.
As E.E. Cummings said
'Yours are the poems I do not write'
Only because I have already spoken every word which begged to be said.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
Fools fall in love
May as well pray to a unicorn
Or look for heaven under a rainbow
Your heart is a fragile vessel
Do not fill it least it burst
And leave you curled upon the kitchen floor
Tears unchecked do nothing to assuage the pain
So sit alone at the beach
In love with yourself
Don't betray it.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC