I had a dream about you
As real as life can seem
And why should I awake
If you are waiting there for me
Your beauty does not cease
Through pain or ecstasy
And I will not let go, here
If you'll remain with me.
There's mystery in your eyes
as clouds by a midnight moon
Fantasies uplift your mind
As real, as your heart blooms
So, why am I so lucky,
to have these thoughts of thee ?
To know you, is to love you,
and I am not asleep
Aug 30, 2022
Aug 30, 2022 at 8:59 AM UTC
When your heart breaks, the shards fall into your spirit, piercing your soul!
Often simple mistakes cost us so much joy, of course the payment can be taken from us over our lifetime.
We carry pain like a secret note safely tucked away but always near.
I can read aloud my suffering but it will never describe my struggle.
I am tangled within from a love without and she mangled her heart, because she never held back.
So I am broken again, like I'm living a loop and because I was late, her sails had took wind.
My home is now empty and her backs to my view and never did she turn to say,
I loved you
Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 11:14 PM UTC
Beauty is often lost
Just to be picked up by wondering youths.
No petal unturned each torn away and set free.
Where the fragrant prayers rise from the discarded sound of each love me not.
May each step be softer for those who follow.
May freshly pruned branches be placed around your intimate tables with new wine and laughter
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
In one facet I shouldn't complain
In the right light I'm relatively sane
Like a prism broke down exposed and laid out
You see the dark in contrast surrounds
The image is muddled with two thoughts of mind
Strokes of different intentions,Where colors cross lines
Are the outcomes the same to all those who view this?
Some get up close and others keep distance
Some see the whole and others the strokes
If to only see what they're seeing I hope.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
Trust no one.
All will deceive you.
Trying to ensnare.
Holding you to their lies.
Cloaks for disguise
Masks for the fools.
A ball for all those.
Who dance with the flys.
True faces are hidden.
When verbiage employed.
Intentions unbalanced.
As they allude to the truth.
Hearts have been missing.
Your misplacement enjoyed.
Lured to intentions.
The light ****** from you.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
In the gas light district
We can walk along
Shadows dance eloquent
To a flickering song
Of a memory to be
As we continue to talk
Crisp Airy feelings
Awaken a dawn
This heart on my sleeve
You say a corsage
Looks better on you
We Agree
With a smile and a nod.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
when the telephone rang
at six in the morning
four days before Christmas Eve
I knew
things were not right
they told me
my father had died
at three in the morning
and would I please come by
arrange for the burial
and collect his belongings
at the senior citizens home
where he had spent
the last four years
of his life
they had rested him nicely
he looked at peace
I kissed him on his forehead
like I always had
at the end of my visits
and cast a last long look at his figure
before the body would be taken away
and suddenly I noticed
how big his hands were
they’d never seemed so prominent before
as if in death they sent me a reminder
of how much he had loved his hands
for work for play for sports
for fight and for survival
to point and to gesticulate
they held me as a baby and
some times
slapped me as a child
they repaired toys split wood
built sheds drove cars and motor bikes
were patient and precise
caressed and soothed and loved
they were his life
they held his world
my father’s hands
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
The breath from her lips my enchanting vice.
She calls with silent motive in fluid flight, My name
I hear my name on the crest of her *****
In the break of the wave I'm an Argonauts Knight
Beckoning to my Siren.
My Heart races in the ocean foam
My blood marches to your pheromones
She's the promise, a prism of Masters eye
Mystique proscenium.
Her smile floods my thirsty soul
Jealous as the west wind embraces
Truth is you're more than mortality speaks of
You bathe in the full moon of my mind
Where visions echo dreams
That make me race to you at night
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
Eyes try to imagine
A face upon the sound
Lost, silly and triumphant
Your ghostly but around
Encouragement is kisses
Holding hands within a phrase
Giggling intentions
Two brushes that are frayed
Imaginations driving
Your powerful a thought
For you the painter's waiting
The longing never stops
Your heart holds every color
Much like a page that's plain
Into your dreams I'm leaping
If to only sign my name
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
Oh Great Haiku in the sky
Send sweet releaf from tears you cry
Our minds are barren
Our papers dry
Flood our seeds of poetry
A harvest soon approaching
A festival of frowns & smiles
All are welcome, Men, Women, Child
From there to now and then
We feast upon the blessed poem.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC