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May 2019 · 175
The Tunes
More Love May 2019
In your presence,
Music plays in my ear.

Sometimes the beat is slow, like blues
And it pulls at my heart
Stretching it
Wider and wider
Till it feels it will break
Like the New Orleans Dam

And sometimes it’s fast like jazz
Fluttering my heart and my feet
Moving me in such a way
that feels disorganized
but really, it’s just too complex
for the mind to follow,
given its nature.

And occasionally
There is a slow, peaceful hymn
A solo harp
That simply
and purely
sings us both
into a sleep-like state

All these songs play in my ear
For you, depending on the day
Or the hour
Or the moment
Or the look in your eye
Or the tone in your voice

And given the hymn,
I am drawn to weep, or dance, or sleep

But frozen in space
I wait, intently watching your face
For some subtle indication
That you hear it too…
Apr 2019 · 440
Remember
More Love Apr 2019
In a daffodil field
Blue sky in my eyes
Marmalade sun
Sweetens the breeze
I drink it in,
Resting in my mothers arms-

Lord, let me remember
Your love.
Apr 2019 · 208
Need
More Love Apr 2019
I’ve got this hungry, selfish love
Pleading on these desperate, bleeding knees
For you to open
So that I may survive
Apr 2019 · 159
Dream
More Love Apr 2019
Now that you’re gone
It seems almost a dream
How we once moved
As one flesh, one being
Apr 2019 · 77
Defeat
More Love Apr 2019
My heart had become
Tenderized meat
Pounded and hanging
For vultures to eat
Apr 2019 · 61
The dancing man
More Love Apr 2019
On a dirt road
I saw a man dancing

Stomping
Clouds of dust
Surrounding him
In an aura of earth

Like the moon
Dusted across the night sea
Something in him
Was magic

And so I stopped to say hello
While he kept dancing
I paused and watched
The novel parade
Of paradise prancing
Before my eyes

In a glimpse he was gone
Vanished before me
I watched the soot settle
And bowing down
I touched the earth
To feel if it was real

In my memory
That man dances on
Behind the cloud of beige
I watch him move in mystery

Wondering
When he will stop
So I can see
The spark of his splendor
Just a bit more clearly
Apr 2019 · 113
Love
More Love Apr 2019
I love you because
Your shield and sword
Are there to protect
The tender lamb
Of your being
Apr 2019 · 87
The Victim
More Love Apr 2019
She covered herself
From head unto toe
Screaming and weeping
For not being seen
Apr 2019 · 135
Trust
More Love Apr 2019
You strike at my heart
It becomes tender
And with one final blow
Bursts open with love

Chambers draw open
Contents outpour
And wide it remains
To receive all of life

Your heavy hand
Has made my heart
As tender as the soil
And as open as the sky
Mar 2019 · 64
Dropped
More Love Mar 2019
I keep trying to prove
to myself and to you
that I am something of value
to hold onto

But this outpouring of words
won’t do me justice

And won’t convince you
that I am worth keeping
Mar 2019 · 49
Wonder
More Love Mar 2019
So simple a story
And so magnificent

how your existence
And my being
Lay together
As evening dim
Sweeps across us

Sometimes
The most simple things
Are the most aweing
And you, Ahmed
Make me wonder
Mar 2019 · 86
Fear
More Love Mar 2019
Stepping out on the ledge
that held him with a weak and trembling grip,
his eyes were filled
with the future

Lucid lights painting ribbons through the sky,
tracing the frantic motion
of masses lost,
in a rush to nowhere

Entranced by the spectacle,
eyes yellow aglow,
he ceased to notice
the grounds growing tremor
Mar 2019 · 232
Courage
More Love Mar 2019
He plucked the mistakes from his heart
Uprooting the dry bulbs and coiled stems
With an empty satisfaction that consumed him

Pruning himself for perfection
And deep in the earth he buried his sins

Day after day
He maintained his routine
Summer dawned,
Autumn fell,
Winter withered

And alas came spring
When all is made new

A tender green bud
Still wet with life
Burst through the earth
With a courage
Soft enough
To make itself seen
Mar 2019 · 370
Sinking
More Love Mar 2019
I went for a swim
in a sea of emotions
the water enticed me
with its glistening beckon

but the water was thick
and down like a stone
I sank in the sea

growing more and more quiet
and still
and dark

as I drifted
deeper and deeper
into the sea.
Mar 2019 · 843
Loss
More Love Mar 2019
I used to be afraid.
Of what? I wonder.

Now that everything is gone.
Mar 2019 · 110
The simple man
More Love Mar 2019
I miss that man in the garden
With coarse dark hair and a smile
With thick skin
And callused hands
And a tender toughness
That appeals to a child

I miss that man at the table
Behind the morning paper
I miss his simple routines
And his humble ways

And I recognize in him
The strength of simplicity
The great honor and privilege
To live amongst
Such perfect repetition of pattern
What meaning it creates in time

I miss that man in the living room
Relaxed on the sofa at night

Oh the simplicity
It wrings at my heart
That being
Oh that being

Day in and day out
Over and over again
Oh what it means to be alive
Feb 2019 · 110
Inspiration
More Love Feb 2019
Pain moves me
Simply because
I cannot bear
to stay with it.
Feb 2019 · 291
Masochism
More Love Feb 2019
A part of me exhausts
As you withdraw into yourself

Pulling the thick tar of hurt
Out from my chest
And into these words

Molding it into
Meaning.
Feb 2019 · 338
Silent
More Love Feb 2019
We let the silence speak
And it speaks loudly

As we lay together
tangled between sheets
Feb 2019 · 100
Truth
More Love Feb 2019
Our bodies together
Our greatest prayer

God rejoicing
As we celebrate

Creation
In one another
Aug 2018 · 2.0k
Wedding
More Love Aug 2018
The Great Niagra Falls
Spilling over like my love
loose and reckless
so alive and fruitful

And having found a source
an outlet for this outpouring love
this deep inborn desire to say 'yes'
with all of me; my life

This thick lust for life
and for love
and this perfect intuition
to give it all away

I am proud to be alive.
And to have the capacity
in my bones and in my flesh
to say 'yes' with all of me

So small and so fragile
yet having existed forever.

Nonetheless, impermanent
here to make a permanent mark
with this pen and this paper
and this racing heart
so uniquely my own
and so beautifully similar to the rest.

All here through the great devotional
journey of our ancestors
so gladly outpouring their lives,
like the great Niagra Falls

Into the present moment,
into our hands

And so,
I pick up this pen
and I write.
Aug 2018 · 259
Empty Hope
More Love Aug 2018
to be empty
is to be filled
with the divine possibility
of anything.
Jul 2018 · 145
Exhale
More Love Jul 2018
I’ll write for you
And I’ll read
And watch your soul be appeased

And the knots in my heart will become undone
As you exhale deeply
Jul 2018 · 3.4k
Mission
More Love Jul 2018
This blank slate
Of soul, of flesh
Becoming what it is
Long overdue
Listening, waiting
Wanting more

Truth and Faith.

Courage at our core.
It burns away
The capes and costumes

Curtain open & collapses down

Cast steps forward and bows
Nervously waiting for the raw applause
of its long lost Love

To be seen in flesh, in form.
To feel
To be alive

And what hope there is
in this pause.

And by God's great glory,
simplicity,
and the logic that supports it
that reveals what we are,
all of us together.

Curtain down, we bow.
And receive fully the divine applause of our creator

to be-
to be seen,
heads hanging together
is enough for him to rejoice.

And his rejoicing song lifts our faces
to be truly, fully revealed

All we are, our mistakes + our triumphs,
standing strong together

The purpose of our being.

To be revealed, humbled and uplifted in truth.
And to let the light of his applause wash over us
As we all bow down together.
Jul 2018 · 4.0k
Heart
More Love Jul 2018
These words, dripping from my touch
Keyboard struck by a force beyond me
I call you in, into these words
To reach the hearts of the souls you quench for

My heart--
So tender, it's been marinating
In a deep sea of grief
So many months
Lost at sea

This tenderness, a stranger
Im learning to love him
Longing when he's gone
For that sweet, soft pain
Of my wet and tender heart
May 2018 · 313
Ugh
More Love May 2018
Ugh
warm
heavy
honey

lust
trust
pull

flutter
flutter

pull
more
near

comfort
peace
calm

space

flutter
flutter

firece
de­sire

you
draw
me.
May 2018 · 485
You
More Love May 2018
You
All I want to do is write
and rest

I wish you were here
All I want
is to show you my heart

maybe then you could do something about it
fix it, its broken

I call for you
sending empty echoes
across the Pacific

while Christ waits patiently by my side

Feeling
so much it exhausts me

my heart beats double
one for me and one for you

I can't explain it
these words never will
although you always probed me to try

poem after poem i write for you
crawling through the trenches of this heart
that was so open
how can it reassemble

so beautifully broken to take you in
and now that you're gone
all these pieces, all this space
and all i want to do is sleep
May 2018 · 330
Polished
More Love May 2018
Polished: May 9, 2018

Your smell
What was it like?
I think it encapsulated me
It swallowed me whole

Your head on my shoulder...

Your eyes
They went far
Too far for me to follow
But I went anyway
And I got lost

Your hair
Through my hands
My hands were full
And now they’re empty

And my heart felt the same, Full
And now it asks,
Of what?

Your body
Glimmered in my mind
as it faded my own
into a grey glimpse of nothing

That fear
That drew me near
Is still resides
Within my bones
And now the pain
Leaps from my skin

Budding into
what it always should have been
And never would have become
If not for the pain of opening

here I am Lord
I have come to do your will.

— The End —