*The painter and her brush
the Duck and her thrush
the Heart and her crush
the River and her rush
the poet and his Pen
the lion and his Den
the **** and his Hen
the Driver and his Van
the potter and her clay
the Cloud and her grey
the Eagle and her Prey
the Sun and her Ray
the Hound and his Hunter
the question and his answer
the ship and his anchor
the joker and his banter
the night and her pitch
the light and her switch
the eye and her twitch
the lie and her itch
the ring and his finger
the bell and his ringer
the future and his dreamer
the gamble and his gamer
Even closer than those
We were as close
as the Suit and his laws
we were hinges and doors
*
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
Chemistry was cheering us on,
but Timing was fighting against us.
I could always hear Chemistry yelling our names,
but Timing was making it rough.
Chemistry was on our side,
trying to help us win that war.
She fought long and hard and never gave up,
but truth was we needed Timing more.
Timing cheered when we lost,
he would not let us forget.
Chemistry held us close,
she whispered "this isn't over yet."
So now we sit and we wait,
wondering what happens next.
Because Chemistry is sitting ready,
Timing will be put to the test.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
last night i dreamed a brown bear wandered in my room and grabbed something off the side table and just wandered out again
i assumed the kids had just got another pet
but then you said
I had not shaved in weeks, get very Grizzly like, and your door was unlocked, so?
so, maybe it was that old story
Goldilocks in reverse
but i don't think you were really after my porridge
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC
Tension is the result of holding on to the insubstantial.
It's unnatural
It takes effort.
You ask for an effortless life,
then laugh,
for laughter is release
Relax
Be grateful for what you don't have to keep
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC
"Help!" she screamed.
"I'm on fire!"
But the blaze was from within
ignited by passion's light
on the way to heavenly sin
Hair a-glow
Eyes sparkling
each chakra lit up
in color
resembling the flash
of neon lights'
reflections upon each other
but this illumination
was much deeper and bright
this kindling of spirit
a vivification set a-light
a mindfire tuned to rivet
Yes she is waking up
after years of deepest slumber
she is finally releasing to the winds
old dreams,
tattered
ripped a-sunder
They flapped on the laundry line
were torn in pieces by the storms
So is it not surprising
That now she is re-born?
Is it not to be expected
That she weaves a brand new
song
made from her inner fabric
and soon it won’t be long
that those fine-spun silks
start twirling up
dancing in the air
as her fire keeps on burning
and passion rides
her flare
"
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 8:00 AM UTC
I know this is how you felt,
I know everyone feels things differently.
But I know now, this is how you felt.
And my God,
Am I ever sorry.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 4:45 PM UTC
no to this
advance. covering myself
in the resin of your stare
would be inappropriate.
it will
set certain people on edge
and I really need this job.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 4:45 PM UTC
I wish to
reside in the
space between your
heart and your
loneliness so that
the two may
never meet again
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 4:45 PM UTC
really what you might call an experiment, for one thing
the hypothesis was missing and I was the control
and the dependent variable, and by now by deduction
you see, you have delimited my experiment,
you negative naysayer you doomseeker you pessimist
the lone variable is when
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 8:00 AM UTC
I never believed in love at first sight;
But I do believe in love at first touch,
At first handshake.
I believe in love at first word,
Both uttered and sang.
I believe in love at first laugh
Shared over an awful cup of coffee.
I never believed in love at first sight
Because my dear how could I have known,
With just a simple glimpse,
The way your touch would stir my heart,
The way your words would woo my mind,
And your song, send shivers down my spine.
The way your laugh could sweeten my burnt coffee.
I never believed in love at first sight,
But, my dear, I believe I love you.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC