so many thoughts to gather -
ideas and threads
and things they've said
and heard and honed

so many thoughts to gather -
the fear and dread
of things unsaid
unlearned, unknown

so many thoughts to gather -
from faith and friends
shall I pretend
they're all my own?

I assumed your better nature

the flowers wilted when
you closed your eyes

the clouds they wept
when you confessed

your compromise

knowing you would not forget
knowing you would not regret

*the hurts you let inside

If you ever kissed me
I would ask you to open your eyes
I would like you to see me clearly
To know the face you'd compromise

Without a second thought
Your lips would brand me yours
And, smoldering & burning
My nerve endings would blaze and burn

Your eyes would be warm fire
and melt Emotion's gold
sweetly dipped in my desire
sweetly icing, bracing cold

And gold is softly melted
I would melt into your arms
and in a timeless statuette
we would be ONE -
[Don't you know?]

It's hard to separate
           Siamese Hearts

- and one may be left bleeding

DO you Ever
                      write
        HATE-MAIL with
             return to sender
                     and then
                Wonder
          *'WHO is sending me
                  All this Crap!?'

10 words

Start writing
the words will follow

Start asking
the answers will come

Start loving
let it change your heart

Fill the page. Fill the blanks. Love inconveniently.


Just start.

..                 I am a Heart

                          ~ melting with joy

                              ~ trembling with fear

                       ~ grappling with faith

                                      Adoring of God                ..

like so many frogs
we croak our choruses
     of regret...

   in           and           out
          and        in       and        out
and          in       and          out   
           of                breath

still
our paper bags
these pent up lungs
are filled again with memories
that never quite escape
two cages
(x - ray prisons)
holding captive still
                    these hearts -

like so many yawns
what sweet relief
to now expel
such weary air:

            *This, My Conscience:

sometimes silence
is the best
reply,
answer,
company.

I feel like a little bird
Fallen from the nest
Dishevelled, feathers dusty
Feebly crying :
    will you care for me?

I feel like a little commotion
Begging from you sympathy
And your slightest attention
Pitiably trying :
    will you quiet me?

I don’t even want you
to lift me off the floor
Just simply
    *hold me close, please

Just say –
                 “I am here.”

Luminous
Simply shining
Luminous
Simply blinding
Luminous
Glorious light

You are
A city on a hill
please don’t hide it
we are the light
of the
world

I would write your name on my heart
But one day it may fail
I would carve your name into trees
But one day they may fall
So I'll just write your name on the Internet
*Because nothing we ****** say on there
Can ever be erased.

should be asleep
but i'll make these words
my pillow

..
I will not blame you -
I am my own fault.
I will still ask you -
This my own prayer.
Will you pity me -
And lift my unworthy head
where it fell into
obstinate ways?
..

Your face, narrow
Like dawn
Young and fresh

Your faith, narrow
Like yawns
Nothing left

Your space, narrow
Like me
No room to let.

You're an old leaf
  from a bygone season

     f
     a
        l
            l
           e
              n

from your place
       within my life

I tried to sew you back on
     your brown and old
  fragile, gold
   your moth-like
 and shadow-webbed
                        frailty

but the
winds and weathers
  that loosed the tethers
and let you distant
                    from me

remind me there's no place
among my branches