It's amazing

How a pair of eyes can enthrall you

I've been watching hers for only minutes

And marveling at everything...

Everything indeed is there

All my terrifying needs

I am thin with worth,

And with a glance

I am pierced by demand

How can I ever delight such majesty?

Gods help me keep her interest

A man is cool
He walks slow, deliberate
Can't be persuaded
To break his saunter

A man can't be a father

A father seeks his daughter
She is gone, he is desperate
Can't be found
He breaks into a sprint
Scoops her up in his arms
His tight embrace betrays his cool

A man can't be a father

I see the stars in you

They light similar to mine

We could ponder

Whose side awakened the day first

Else we could vanquish

The aeons of darkness between us

In a choir of lumens

Blessed light
Men's hands were not made
For carrying dreams

Swift winds
Men's feet tire before
Hope is reached

Bring the message to me
Spirits in the smoke purer
Than men's speak

Thankee kichigouai
While I temper the stone,
Tender the crops,
Fend the wolves,
Your day burns bright
You speak in dreams
Remind me of the great uncreated

His path was longest so mine could be certain

Your griefs
Concerns
List of parts unliked
And states abhorred

All conditions

And I have chosen
To love you unconditionally

If only, if only I could think of one line.
I would write anything. Carroll-ing,
in Wonderland, ring, bing, ting, ting,
but in actuality, that is the sands of time
“Passing Me By” – like the Pharcyde, far side.

Anything, I would write. Insects, parasites,
diseases. God forbid if I wrote about Jesus.
I need something to quill that I cannot resist,
I will, believe this. I take the keyboard swiftly...
but the key is, I’m bored; mind keeps shifting.

Write anything – I would. True Yoda –isms,
Star wars, chores, ignorance galore; I’m bored
Of uncovering the ills of NSA’s PRISM.
******, I want to travel! A world to explore
And unravel; out there are words to score.

Would I Write Anything? I’ll just sit here
Like the man on the marble slab. Blank screens,
White walls, smoke green and sip all the beer.
It’s weird, I’ll sit here and it hits me sometime.
If only, if only I could think of one line.

There is thunder expected, crescendo
:power, spectacle

A parted sky
Should alight a blade
In your outstretched hand

Perhaps lightning for effect.

Surely this is the manner
In which we were meant to face
Our vile enemies

Nope.

Eyes that burn,
Words that bludgeon hope,
Hands that hold too long.

These are the weapons
To get us through the battle
,
The only thunder
Is the low rumble
From the vacuum
******* at the breach
In our tattered souls.

As we cower for the massacre
There is a flash in erroneous time

Forwards and backwards
Reveal our feelings made us real

Forgiveness is this power
Almighty and righteous

Palms and face to the sky
We die