I sure miss you here,
(In the hope that
you miss me too)
And if you don't,
I don't know
where this narrow path
through dense woods
will take me at the end.
No way, I could go back
to the begining when
my hope is there in the
journey's end.

Presumptions, we think
would have no thorns to fear,
but cause  vein jumps
again and again that may prove
the grapes were sore after all.

Every wish prompting one
to hit the road, often with
no rhyme or reason, would
have underlying conditions,
though unseen from where one starts.
Why, are we afraid to speak openly
how the journey would end
even when we set out so excited?

On your wall beyond the reach
of  my eager eyes are sketches
still incomplete;
that may break or make me.
And what it does to you then
is an idea vague in my imagination.

sweet to the heart's pallet
a heavy-meal to the mind's stomach  
silver stripes decorate the head.

there comes a time
when one must rest the cutlery
and put the craving to bed.

       - t.m

Unspoken truth behind lips sewn shut,
Bitter words hanging on a thin thread.

Wet needles pierce, falling from the eyes...
Pain keeps stinging from old wounds that bled.

Woven lies and empty promises,
Collections of broken prose and poems...

Shards of the heart littering the floor,
Welcome, my love, to my humbled home.

The Mother of the Cosmos
has a mournful countenance...
she does not know what love is.

I'm giving birth to Chaos.

There is darkness
upon the face of the deep:
I feel the void,
I hear the waters,
the darkness, I see.

The light enters:
I am delivered
unto God that I become.

Softly the soul sings
from her lips into a smile,
her soft countenance:
tears for the child of mercy,
reflecting the face of God.

Needing to go home, the time has come
All of these designs have come undone
The party favors have been put away

The room is cold, your body still with sleep
There are a thousand open windows looking in from the street

The night was filled with shooting stars

A one night stand is what our lives are

We loved each morning well
We played through out the night
When it was dawn we longed for the night

We held up infinity's mirror
We danced like angels riding the Santa Ana winds
We dreamed of sandcastles and moved right in

We constructed deconstructed
there were even moments of resurrection

But the time has come to head on home

Kissing your forehead fairtheewell

Leaving my belongings on the floor

I came with nothing but potential
I leave with nothing as promised

Opening the door
A turn to the dark and silent night
But first blessing those who remain unblessed
by such a life's gifts

The time has come
I need to go home
Time for peaceful rest.