DO YOU REMEMBER?
The tall, soft grass
The new born daffodils
As they turned their delicate petals to the sun
We met where the river meets the mountain
Where the moss grows,
The wild flowers bloom
And the sun beams dance on the water
I remember
That long deep ache
Where a hand covers a beating heart
Where blood flows deep into those secret places
The river
Pulling and pushing all that pain
Crying for what once was
We will meet again
When the pain recedes
When our memories collide
Where the river meets the mountain
When the daffodils turn to face the sun once more
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 8:35 PM UTC
In the secret corridors of your heart
I have stood in the shadows
Between the sterile tools
And the filth of old age
Whispering ghost stories
About love
In days full of grace
And nights merciless with sorrow
There is the grief of knowing
That Life is beautiful
And Death is inevitable
We are particles
Of dust
Of electric blue light
I have stood in the shadows
Waiting out the storm
Conflicting with the norm
My stride weakening
As the days tumbled from one to the next
There has to be respite sometime
In the years that pass us by
Accepting and expecting
Whimsical winter mornings
The genesis of spring’s new cycle
Fleeting summer days
And autumn leaves falling on the hardening ground
I have stood in the shadows
And seen the crumbling walls
The unhinging doors of your heart
Knowing,
We are particles
Of dust
Of electric blue light
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
"We all live under the sun"
Words rolling gently off her tongue
Her finger tips gliding over tightly wound string
Notes drip dropping like liquid
From her lips,
A melody plucking at your heart strings
Perhaps when the light
Reaches us
When the days are without end
And the nights are long forgotten
When you are everywhere and nowhere
And when the traffic slows
And the lights are dimmed
On once darkened streets
Made brighter by the sun
The note will hit a cord
When Love and sorrow untangle from each other’s embrace
And in the stillness and quiet of our bodies
When we come up for air
We will speak these words
As the sun drenches our breath
"We all live under the sun"
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
Not poetry
Nor nonsense
Merely words
Speak of love
Lust
Passion
Loss
Heartbreak
That’s all
Nothing wise
As plain as day
As straight as the wall
As black as night
The time of day
The dawning of morn
Or the falling of dusk
Won’t change the fact
These words
Of love
Lust
Passion
Loss
Heartbreak
These are not the words
Falling from the tongue of Pablo Neruda
Dripping *** lust and passion
No, not song
Nor poetry
Merely words
Of the everyday righteous
As anonymous
As wretched as I
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
It is the sun in your eyes
The light in the dark
It is the map on your skin
And the curve of your body
It is the agonizing pain of desire
It is feeling too much
And not feeling enough
It is the smashing of fists against the wall
And the wretched banality of existence
It is all of those things and more
That feeling flowing through your fingers
The longing grasping at your heart
It should be said
The broken, the battered
That ****** worn out heart
Made ugly from the thrashing of life
Will beat on
When all is said and done
It doesn’t matter what you’ve thought
Or how you’ve felt
In the end
Death will follow birth
Life will drift by
Just as the drums of autumn
Pound the leaves from her trees
The sun will set radiantly
The moon will rise gloriously
When you and I no longer matter
Not to the living
Not to the dead
The earth will devour us
And the sea may commit us to memory
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
And what of your hopes
and all of those dreams?
“I wrote them on the bathroom wall”
We were new and drunk then
There was no ecstasy of light
Nor agony of night
Just the grey in between
I saw you again
A century ago
Down by the river
trying to wash all your sins away
your ******* formed high and round
seducing those poor, fractured souls
In the cutting sky
And the splitting clouds
The brutal death
And sweet rebirth
Life after death
After life
Open your new born eyes
What do you see?
You never meant to fall at Hadrian's Wall
the stones made gleaming
Worn through a million treacherous days and nights
10,000 bloodied soldiers fell for you
though such a death was harsh
the gateway through hell was wicked
You never meant to go so ruthlessly
Now what of your hopes
And all of those dreams?
Did you write them on the bathroom wall?
Words of a prophet
Lost in translation
You remind me now
A thousand years later
A few years older
When you were rooted deep
your branches reaching farther than the sky
Shading those Kings and their Queens
They didn’t know
How could they
I made my nest inside your chest
You didn't want more
Heaven it seemed was easy
As easy as a soft breeze on a warm summer’s night
I tried to hold you in your pain
but you cracked your core
and broke your limbs
When you fell
Silently
I released you to river Jordan
She took you quickly
And left me on the bank
I saw you in a dream not long after
Might have been a thousand years ago
you simply waved
No long goodbyes for us
They never were
My eyes are not the same
Remember when we loved?
Our passion raised
lips parched and bleeding
From the hunger and the wanting
I’ll wait for you on the other side
Never could live as long as you
But long enough it sure has been
And good enough it seems to me
My hopes and dreams are gone for now
Written Somewhere on a bathroom wall
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
There is nothing that I want
No one that I want
Nothing that I want to see
But I want......
To taste you
Roll of my tongue like honey
I want to breathe
you in
Narcissus would be jealous of your scent
I want to feel
You inside
My heart would not know any suffering
And Ecstasy would know my name
But no......
There is nothing that I want
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
I haven't been
Nor am I
I haven't done
Nor will I
Panic sets in
Locked inside my chest
Blood and guts intertwined
Like lovers buried together
Falling infinitley
Causing me to *****
Terrible truths
The Words of
Love and death
Passion and lust
No more
No, I am undone
What has become of me?
Nothing inside
But blood and guts
Inside my chest
Why do you ache so?
The brevity of time
Perhaps?
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
I made my confession
Crimes I committed
In the holy nights
And the untamed days
A symphony of sins
Running against the wind
I traveled to the Wailing Wall
And wrote down my deeds
My head against the Wall
Release me of my faults
I prayed
But the melody was off
And redemption is not granted
For the wicked, wicked ways
I lived my life
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
I will love you when
The petals fall
And bloom once again
I will love you
Even when
My eyes wilt
And it is the winter of my time
I will love you even then
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC