"Contented" he said
"Contented" I repeated
we laughed under stars.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
Four weeks since the end.
Four weeks since the beginning.
Heart's bitter aching.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
I wonder where my mind has gone
out in the walks along the gravestones
sunken 6 feet deep
and pushing up daisies
I like to think (and I bet they are happy they don't)
that one day I'll meet the man of my dreams
and we will sit 6 feet underneath with
words saying "together since..."
I hope that I'm too picky for this,
or not picky enough
I like too many boys and non of them stick
because i'm afraid that no one could love me
for who I am and will stay.
So, i'll just hope that I can sink
and push up daisies for
all the other couples still living,
the great great great great great granddaughters and sons
to admire on their walks through nature's vast landscape.
And GOD I hope you're up there,
because this existential dilemma will bring me to my grave
and I just hope you'll meet me there
because you're the only one I would really need anyways.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
Thinking I would run
erasing, vaporizing
all the thoughts of self
my shoulder's dropping
defenses leaving
I feel your presence
tranquility and
serenity, you are life
and I am grateful
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
the moment on the top of Mount Shasta,
peering over the vast green landscape,
walking beside the Yuba river,
bubbling and overflowing in blue and green hues
underneath the willow tree in my back lawn,
it is reaching down to envelope me.
It is silence.
more than all the clatter of noiseless gongs trying to prove worth
It is goodness.
more than the righteousness we believe we have
It is oneness.
more united than the waters on the surface of this earth.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 6:53 PM UTC
Many women tell me,
the most efficient ways to live this world.
The men, oh the men
they hide their faces,
thoughts hidden under their
faces smeared with years
of fun and no commitment.
What is it that you are saying?
I thought it only stopped the bump
life's bumps happen so unexpectedly...
I never thought I'd be here, aren't I the traveler?
the smart one? The go-getter- laughing usually
now distress clouds
my decision making...
if you or I knew what the pill does,
a little child with a heart beat, personality, physical characteristics
falling now instead of sleeping in a warm cocoon
waiting to be let out as you and I were. But death
happens to us all, yet should we let this happen
to our most innocent ones?
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
Oh why,
must our memories be a
reconstruction of the past and not
reality to show me that the past, in reality
was not as good as I reconstruct it to be.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC