The fear has subsided,
Uncertainty melts into endless kisses,
The second movement begins
On a hopeful note,
The violins build with a confidence
And unity, powerful and harmonious.
The unstructured first movement
Simply a search for a theme
A leitmotif to progress from darkness
To light.
The woodwinds laugh,
The horns announce the news,
The drums are strength and power
Driving the rhythm of our love.
Writing the notes together
We flow like rain
Blow together like leaves
In a breeze so brisk and strong.
We are conducting this movement
In gentle caresses and playful interchanges.
A melody only the heart can hear,
Silently envelops our waking hours,
And urging us to surrender.
The orchestra plays as one
We float upon the ocean of sound,
Wondering if the symphony will ever end.
Let the musicians play on
We can dance till dawn.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
Notes float like snowflakes
Carried by the gentle breeze
Landing randomly on her forehead
Her breast and shoulders,
Melting before they can be heard
Or transcribed to paper.
A melody etched in a dream
Fading with the first thought,
But the tune lingers in memory
Nonetheless.
It’s a duet we compose
In passionate embraces
Improvised and syncopated
Lifting spirits and lightening the heart.
This composition has only just begun
Exposing the first movement
We dance to unheard chords,
Smiling and humming as the phrases
Fill the air.
It’s an opus built on hope
In the mystery of night
And structured on sighs.
We are ignorant of the movements
Yet to write,
But we surrender to the inspiration
As the music ebbs and flows
Then in gradual crescendo
We wait, we ponder, we fear
The music yet to come,
In the symphony yet to be written
Our unfinished symphony dances on.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
Quiet and cautious
Protecting the secrets
Close to her heart.
Slowly her defenses weaken
Tiptoeing through the forest
Of past desires and fallen trees.
The leaves rustle and she warms
To the approaching dawn.
As squirrels scurry in the trees
She awakens to natures embrace
And lets the water tumble
Over rocks and moss.
Laying in a bed of leaves
The walls have subsided
And the tones of a distant flute
Surround her and dissolve her slumber.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
Acceptance based on faith
And blind intuition
Was the first step on the path.
A light from a dark solid rock
A lotus blossom from a murky pond.
The path to Nirvana has no guideposts
Often overgrown or even sandy
And shifting beneath our feet.
But true pilgrims persevere
And follow the silent call
Of destiny or dharma or desire,
Not earthly desires,
For they are a temptress
And an illusion,
But unseen desires,
Unfelt desires,
Deep desires that complete
A Karmic fate.
Our journey is pure and
Preordained,
If we melt into oneness
And feel the soft petals
Beneath our blistered feet.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
Was it me or was it you?
At some point it doesn’t matter,
We’ve gone our separate ways
And nothing remains but memories:
Our playful give and take,
The laughter that softened the tears,
The bedroom ballet that kept us smiling.
So many smiles that we thought
Would be emotional cement.
I can’t muster any bitterness
But I can wallow in the happy times
That touched the edges of our lives
And maybe never penetrated deep enough
To sustain what we imagined we had
Together. Forever.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
She’s lovely and petite,
Long flowing blonde hair,
The target of constant
Unwanted attention,
The **** of many crude jokes.
Though you can’t deny it
There is a kernel of truth
To every stereotype.
Shallow. Yes she is shallow.
Shallow as the flood waters
Three inches deep, powerful
Enough to sweep your car
Into a watery grave.
Superficial. Yes she is superficial.
Superficial as the thin layer
Of paint on a Renoir or Monet
Colors translucent and divine
Deep and lustrous
Transporting the imagination
To a world of romance and joy.
Clueless. Yes she is clueless.
Clueless as Sherlock Holmes
As he solves a mystery as dark
And complex as any labyrinth
With nary a clue, save for a trail
Of breadcrumbs and a scent of
Gardenia.
Airhead. Yes she is an airhead.
An airhead like the thinnest of air
Atop the mighty Himalayas where
Holy men choose to transcend the
Mundane and commune with
Spirits subtle and ethereal and ultimately
Unknowable.
The world sees her beauty and perhaps
Only her beauty, but they are blinded
By their shallowness, superficiality,
Cluelessness and a brain wallowing
In the clouds of misty ignorance.
Therein lies the joke.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
I tried to tickle my vegan fancy
With bushels of quinoa and kale,
I was told no meat or dairy
Was the healthy Holy Grail.
But I was sad and hungry
With every burger I declined,
See me toss away my salad bowl,
I’m in a sirloin state of mind.
I filled my fridge with veggies,
Bean sprouts and legumes,
But I dreamt of pancetta
And links of sausage to consume.
Breakfast was plain yogurt
Lunch was collard greens,
Snacks were roasted edamame,
**** they’re just soy beans.
I was getting much too skinny,
My ribs were protruding,
I became short-tempered,
And was dark and brooding.
I covered all the mirrors,
I looked so pale and pasty,
All day I would salivate,
Craving something hot and tasty.
My vegan days are over
Enjoying pork chops, ham and bacon
I thought veggies were the answer,
But it seems I was mistaken.
Feel free to live off plants,
If you are so inclined,
But I’m firing up the grill,
I’m in a sirloin state of mind.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC
Walking along the shore in the fog
My steps follow each other
Not thinking of the morning
Or the evening before
How does one recover?
Let the love come in
Open a heart to the wind
And the rays of the sun.
The small waves lap my feet
As one melts another grows
The endless push of the sea.
Another child.
Where does the love come from?
Can I create it from dust?
I am spent and dry
A barren well.
And the waves cover my feet
I sink slightly in the sand
The water is warm
I walk toward a point
In the distance.
Steps. Steps.
It gets no closer.
The waves continue
My feet ever wet.
Nature never falters
A well never barren
A sea never dry.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
Childhood dreams
Were shattered long ago.
New dreams were distilled
From tears and fears.
Bitter dreams withered
By reality.
But dreams nonetheless.
They fall away like
November leaves.
Drawing strength
From love. From work.
From life’s purpose.
She perseveres.
A struggle on a slender
Precipice
Never looking down.
Acceptance is a clever
Way to deal with pain.
Clutch it to your breast,
Make it yours.
Devour it. Spit it out.
She has had her fill
Of acceptance.
Tomorrow perhaps
Devoid of dreams
Will sustain her
And take her to
A place of peace.
Where she is loved
And loves herself.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
I search and search
and search in vain
Maybe it will help
To accept this pain
A crushing surprise
Slammed shut a door
I try to know myself
And nothing more
The loss of love
A stifling chill
I shut my eyes
Swallow this bitter pill
I just tried to trust
Those who couldn’t love
I have to overcome
And rise above
Another lesson in life’s
Twisting changing path
It makes me stronger
When I lose the wrath.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC