what is a poet
but a stymied wind
stamping the same soil
seen through polished lens
firing the bugle sound
to reach across some
distant mountain pass
not echo the same
ignite fire
stand strong
find north
refresh
for old paths yield
grey packages
more stale
subterfuge
but honed
solidity is found
in structures
built sound
a new song of old notes
rearranged to yield
perspective
deep
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
Don't tell me I'm pretty
Tell me that I'm passionate
That I have drive
Tell me that I make you laugh
That I know how to make your day better
Don't tell me I seem nice
Tell me that I'm kind and compassionate
Tell me that I'm not afraid to dream and to dream big
Don't tell me I'm perfect
Tell me the you love me despite my flaws
That you want to spend the rest of your life with me
Don't tell me I'm beautiful
Tell me that you'll be faithful and forever true
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
Aching hearts or burning bridges?
My mind races as quickly as your footsteps run amok in my sanctuary.
No peace of mind resides, so peace, I have to leave you behind. Love is all you need, what a fallacy. Trust builds real love. If it flees then love is but a drug, numbing senses, dulling intuitions, instincts,
If it smells like rotten eggs, it stinks
Pleadings and pleasings,
Return to sender please.
Wrong address because you’re not ready to please my mind, ease my mind. Don’t want to me to see the last seen.
Foibles, fumbles, stumbles,
Reminiscent mistakes are daggers to my heart.
Yet, out of the bloodbath comes no effort made to ease the ache of a heartbreak, only sorrow and pain left in its wake.
The struggle continues, solitary soldiering, destined for a peace longed for to ease a troubled mind.
I find it you know, that peace I was looking for.
But nothing is free, oh no Siree,
Especially, not peace.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
My head screams ****** ****** for transgressions seemingly unending,
Erring forwarded to my hearing
Crimson vision impaired, offence is the best defence, tackling the tactic, chasing the victory, the vice of being right,
General Pyrrhus charging into battle, the right plight seems fit, only to be defeated by the victory, was it worth it?
When did this invisible limb become so important?
Doesn’t bleed, doesn’t break,
But holds the key to how we take words, our fate, decided by the prison of pride , when will you release yourself, gain victory over the protection that exposes, that sinks deep into our passions
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
I give you my trust
That belongs to so few
So old, it's covered in rust
It's been years since it grew
My trust has grown tough
Having been broken too many times
It's calluses are rough
Rougher than the skin of limes
I am trusting you
Please be careful with me
Promise you'll be true
I break very easily
I love you
That's a fact
Truer than true
It's not an act
So take my trust
Treat it with care
Lest it be dust
Crushed out of despair
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.
And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.
And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.
And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.
And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.
And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 1:51 AM UTC
Her soundtrack
Plays deafening volumes to my soul
Drowning out the hum of the mundane
Trying not to make a false step or trip over my own feet
You dance to the rhythmn of her beat
I waltz into her arms, shimmy into her psyche
Two step over her frowns and walk it out onto her street
The music beckons, I can hear it
Calling me with its pulse, vibrations and crescendos complete
Give her your best moves and she will reward you
With nothing less than her heart
This is the soundtrack of her life
Make sure you play your part
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
Wasted, used, abused, freed without heed
Energies bound in places unknown, people unseen, needed
By those who expended energies for the sake of love
happiness, greed, cruel deeds
Insatiable passions to keep our minds closed, a finality
Alas, do we call it finally, a curtain call or the first dance
The beginning of a repartee that will entrance
Enrapture, entice
Before long bodies entwine, leaving a trail of vice
Nothing imagined, something gained,
Freedom friend, that’s what you are
Endless possibilities for the mind
Wandering souls for knowledge to bind
Keep me close for never will i find
A freedom friend quite like mine
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
I have always had
The compelling urge to leave
Where I feel welcome
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
The sun don't seem bright today
And there's clouds in the sky
You're just not yourself today
But there's no reason why
You're talking
Crazy
Words in disguise
They see you
Struggling
Hiding your eyes
You say it's in self defense
You tell yourself lies
When you hurt the ones around you
You're not the one who cries
You turn to
Anyone
You can cling to for a day
Gripping
But slipping
On the ground in your way
So be here now
Someway, somehow
We won't be here again
I promise you
When this is through
I'll still be here my friend
Until the end
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC