They say love is bloodsport.
We love so much.
we lose so much.
And miss the mark.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
You can talk your way out
go on, cold shoulders and stony silence
and ***** snow walls
let the current of love flow
avalanches and waterfalls don't just stop
nor do midnight pulses.
Abrupt flood, mountain dreams clouds
not a coward, just afraid
and biding the right time
till we run out, and we will
but meantime, no points for guessing
who cowers in the dark.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
dreaming a pie slice of life with you, I'll happily plagiarize
inside the stinging bee's nest, nobody dares find it
secret, secret, oh little secret tune
sing the truth on the flute in the willow
who could ever guess who it really is, but you.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
what beautiful words in a smooth setting, roughing gentle
keep still, it's coming............
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
in came scythes to sheave into bundles, every chance mocked
and death enjoys gawking at our shock
we could have, so easily taken from the train there, the bus over
together we could have done it
the bus rode over a **** and it continued to the wood's end
it's there where your fire's burning huge beacons
it's some work still to find you, hiding in that forest
we could have, we could have.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
you're not embarrassed by my writing, really
it is me, my presence you can't seem to stand
off I go to some quiet spot where you'll find me, if you care
but I appear to do more harm to you than ever and wonder if it's only me.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
have one VERY dry and coughing throat here
realy miss freedom
here, feel this :o
I'm so taunting time, just to see........argh!
poet missing brilliance
to be open to woken joy!
(domed) structure collapsing.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
how I long to find
the one who isn't
frightened by
my love
why so long to wait?
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
when birds flap restless to settle upon the ends of your command
are they fully cognizant of what awaits them?
there comes one dove who really means no harm
and dies to please you in every position and way
fix your mien and and touch that pulse inside (the other one)
and maybe your cynicism can be smacked with truth.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
they hold tubes of ink and can grip cumulus ends
type out the letters of sinking words I lie fallow for
they curl disdainful and wipe out tracts untainted
flakes come off the ceilings in my stretch to the sky
planes skim clouds overhead and truckers roar by
little whips to frenzy, the calm of your cyclic beauty
I exist happenstance on the indulgence of your digits.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC