Let the quiet come
When did your form
cease to fill this room
the still air breaks
silence where
your breath once warmed
these walls
How broad this world
has become
how shapeless
aimed at nothing,
this quiver of dreams
a compass, cracked
point back at me
pooled in stagnant fear
and shame
Where does
this road lead
without your guidance
How can I see
over this wall
when it is built
of my own being?
To stand, to look away
from my own vision
to recognize
the difference
between a
lesson
and a warning
In those bonds
of reason
is it where
your voice is hiding?
Call me back
turn me away
from this poison
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
Sharpen your blade
Turn my face East
A lamb in your hands
Bless me, curse me
Give me your poetry
Your gait speaks
The way rain dances
For wet and trembling
virile soil, speaks in
whispers to my
fertile soul
A hunger and a
Milk and honey storm
Your affection is like perfume
And my soul wears it
Like a ****** wears virtue
Intoxicated by
The mere scent of knowing you
My spirit moves to it, madly, taken
Writes love songs
On holy walls
your affection is like perfume
It lingers and fades
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC
He
Sat by the riverbank
He
Laughed like cold water
He
Brought to me, the ocean
He...
Where the current runs
behind, beneath
The undertow
Of his eyes
drowning Me
He
Left the scent of good-
Bye Before he’d
leave
As the scent of autumn
Promises winter
And barren, silent trees
My oars
set to the waves
To the phantom of
My sea
The wreck was me
Picking up every shell
Listening
for the sound
Of your feet
the waves
in your eyes
Returning for me
I wait with the moon
For your tides
Green is the color
Of the setting
Of my dreams
As they drifted away
In your
castaway-eyes
And I
Knew better
And you
Spoke plainly
And I
Heard nothing
Of the truth
That you
Gave me
But your voice-
It’s remaining
And your eyes
Are engraving
Their colors
on my canvas heart
like your initials
in my ****** bark
That leaves a wound
to die or scar
beneath its message
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
Here, my trees, my spring
Here, new life begins
Here, the trees croak and moan as they make love to the wind
Here, blossoms quiver and send perfume to a distant lover
And beasts, overjoyed by their burden
Fear not shame, seek no shelter
He moves me too, tree dancer
Here, wood whisperer tell me the secrets
That you bend to
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
Lay down your pen, love
I am wanting for your ear
Commend your mind to me
My love, do lend what you can spare
I've a little worry of
The time we spend too near
With loss of veils between our hearts-
Left to the open air
Wrench away my wanting, pray
You give me back my stead
'Fore I've lost more than daydreams
In the changing of a bed
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
I put on earrings today
the ones with the bronze suns
I woke to a blue sky
in winter
Lipstick on my lips
for the first time in 6 years
I laughed at my old fool
reflection
Sighs and forlorn stares
had long graced my view glass
now a clean canvas
before me
Most tentative, the first stroke
such a daunting liberty
my pallet still holds
all the colors
Could one forget how
to see in the mind’s eye
the shapeshifting forms
of the spirit
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
Come again, the resting wall
the sleep-walkers silence
so cruel, so forgiving
to cover these tracks
such a soft redemption
with your cold and biting kisses
whip across my lashes
melt upon my lips
love me as I love you
every perfect prism
reflecting your crystal eyes
countless lovely visions
freezing time
as they all fall in ending
the refraction of our days
we shall pass this recollection
together at the mending
and the everlasting
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
Play like the good girls
paper dolls and plaster
bulletproof glass
and your illusory laughter
Twelve years to the surface
For one cycle of stillness
Choose your weapon
A cure for my sickness
You keep your time
give me back my change
countless tears from empty eyes
Twenty six years of pain
The friend behind the locks
who keeps keys and secrets
I am all you have besides
the cold and the jacket
Doctor, make your monster
something she can love
and I'll be the one to fear
the open door
Haven’t I softened sweetly
mixed in such a lovely hue
to paint something beautiful
for you…always for you
I ground her to dust
and mixed her with blood
and stirred her with moments
and drew her a life
She looked into mirrors
She stayed to your touch
She learned how to whisper
She learned how to lie
Who would it be drowning
****** or suicide
no one knows her but She
and She stays inside
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
Here lie the dreams of angels
siphoned from innocence
forced out by perception
Conclusive perversions
buildings and blessings
torn down to stones and shadows
where we hide
a spirit playing at something
greater than haunting
an alchemist mixing
blood, tears and ashes
as her soul, the beloved
in the eternal presence,
is searching for the
energy to bind
and make whole again
this life
So I call to you with my voice
and I beg for your attention
and I give you all my pieces
like you asked for them
what do I have to lose now
If all my stronger vices
take me out of sight
of something greater
in my own Self
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
You ask me for love…
you tell me to guide you to the sun
you call me rain, washer of wounds
you’ve come stripped and fragile
raw and wounded seeking something
Sure to be the words I could
give you nothing of
No more than a ledge from which
I’d one day let you down
the truth I’d found in your seasons
and your violent storms
Find the fruit that hangs the bough
find it in the silence, stay your weapon
more than captured, sweet and ripened in the waiting
pick to fill your soul and not your mouth
sugars come swiftly and roots make anchors
until the rain will come again
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC