Lying in the silence
of the blue dark night,
tucked in the pockets of souls
thumps from cages issue,
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
The undone heart
is a beautiful thing.
So tell me,
will you let me untie
the little string
that guards you
to reveal the
Immeasurable light
within you.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
Mountains rise
and ashes fall.
Towers crumble
and oceans stand,
our will is not
a test of what
we have built,
but who we
in the core of
our souls
know ourselves
to be,
For the mountains are high
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
There's nothing like
Crying yourself to sleep
For someone else's broken heart.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
Joy is in the little moments
The small smiles
The patterns I pick up
It's the way the day
Isn't erased
After our goodbyes
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
Drops of water collide
with the paper,
a casual rendez-vous
with the ink.
Colors run,
expanding from the
thin lines of my heart,
blurring my intentions.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
She sat in a corn field
drawn into herself,
folded into a world of her own making.
He wrote from distant shores,
spoke of places she could only glimpse
through his eyes.
Her eyes followed his cadenced words.
Syllables as robust as any brew,
waking up her hidden senses.
Distance an allusion.
Language a fibrous connection.
The sun that set over them
was and was not the same.
The paper a beating heart,
the ink an invisible sentiment.
Miles travelled in the twinkling
of an eye across the page,
words rich to the taste.
She dug her hands into the earth
and held onto the flavor.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
If you started a fire
I doubt
that I'd put it out.
I'd sit back
and watch it burn,
dreaming of the ocean
and the sound of water.
The roar of the waves
inside of my ears
would **** the flames.
For me at least.
Maybe not for you.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
Home is more than a pile of bricks,
It's the view from the window
And the walk down the road.
It's houses you pass
It's the people you see
It's the beep of the coffee ***
And the bark of the dog
It's the texture of clay
It's the floor boards that creak
It's the sound of the motors
And the memories of love
It's where you were when you
Learned how to count.
It's the murmur of voices
It's the colors of fall,
It's the mess that you made
It's the time you were proud
It's the thunder and lightening
It's the faces you know
It's the habits you break
And the things that you count on
It's the sound of a word
It's the line in the joke
It's the restaurants and waiters
It's the predictable vote
It's the aisles of the store
It's the pinching of cheeks
It's the hard times, the help
And the vegetable stands
It's the churches and prayer
It's the clock in the square
It's the traffic, the football,
The police and the sun
It's the tick of the clock
And the hum of the pipes
It's the drawer with the spoons,
It's the trick to the tub
It's the stop sign you ignore
It's the trash cans you empty
It's gas in the tank
And playing hide and seek
It's the traditions we cherish
It's the rhythm we find
Home is more than an address
It's more than just family,
It's God and it's time
It's an attitude, an adaption
It's everyday lives
Home isn't where the heart is,
Home is what makes up the heart.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC
Bright blue green
The Sea is a silken cloth
Tossed around the shoulders of wealth.
Dark grey it is
A woolen charity
Scratching the shoulders of the poor.
When the color of rusted copper
It is a thick rubber mat
Rolled back at tapered
edges to reveal
The crags of earth
Thrusted up by misfortune
And sullied by time.
Like lead by moonlight
It is the pavement
We pound on,
Crumbling in some places
Smooth in others.
White hot and reflecting the sun
It is what we could be,
What we sometimes are.
The intense, pin point light.
Like glass it is
All the shades of
What we are,
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC