I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.
Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.
For me
Give me your hand.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.
the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.
but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.
they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.
but the price is
terrible.
sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 6:20 AM UTC
Countless pain
That lives
Within
is the truest companion……
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 5:07 AM UTC
Let me live
another lfe
let me love
one more time……
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
A body can wear
a thousand colors
but a soul
can either be black
or white
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC