We have our dreams,
My perfect stranger,
Though we never really met,
Perhaps; never shall meet.
Still, we amble along together,
Navigating the lamentable brook,
Unfulfilled promises, foaming,
Swirling around our bare feet,
The cold of reality numbing our toes,
Skipping over rocks of broken ideals,
Once cherished, but not here, no,
They are fractious and discarded.
Trickles of tormented sighs, tease,
While avoiding guiding ropes of life,
Which would snag our thoughts,
Straining against friction burns,
As they attempt to bind us tightly,
Holding us prisoner, when in truth,
We are capable of incarcerating ourselves.
Although, our minds are free, yes,
Living beneath the same impassive moon,
Bathing within its stolen light,
Stealing our own, moments of peace,
As in sleep, we slip away unnoticed,
To hold each other, so loving,
Above the clouds, sharing caresses,
Smooching around, and round,
Oblivious of telltale tears on our cheeks.
A shooting star arcs across the sky,
‘Shall we wish?’ You ask,
‘Nah,’ I reply; wishing is for fools,
Be content; acceptance is the key,
My perfect stranger,
We have our dreams.

© Paul M Chafer 2014

Sometimes you wake me up early
to ignore the cold
and embrace your warmth
you interrupt my life
and i just have to tune in
and listen
i want to be used by you
no distractions
i want to live for the cause
no excuses
and yet i still fail to realize
that my days are numbered
limited time
the people around me are struggling
but my comfort zone and i aren't done snuggling
push my comfort zone away
i'm here to live for your name
Hallelujah i cry out
you wipe away my fear and doubt
i'm standing on the ledge
now all i need to do is jump
because compared to you, nothing else in all creation
can trump
sometimes i get lost and confused
i put myself first
i end up bruised
that kind of sinful nature
is what brought along the hearse
there is nothing I can do
to break this dreadful curse
but in Jesus' name I'm saved
so now I'll live in Reverse.

The world I feel,
Is much too quiet
Blanketed in numbing contradictions  
I often forget to mind my tongue
It's the seductress in me,
I'm addicted to certain kinds of fun

So let me ask,
Where did I go wrong?

Was it last week
When I was held tight,
Tied for most of the night?
Or yesterday when I finally gave in?
Because one more minute without you was my greatest sin

Tell me what matters
If you really wanted me
We wouldn't have shattered
So tell me,
Do I even matter?
Cause you still make my heart go pitter-patter

There is nothing worse than thinking of you
When I'm still warm from him
If this is a competition
Then I'm dead tired of trying to win

© 2014 Peach

He's a lonely corner poet
Out on the empty streets
With only one poem that he recites
That's all this poet needs

It is one he wrote years ago
All for love and loss
The only poem that he holds
To his closely guarded heart

If he ever does draws a crowd
It's no more than three or four
Those that have heard him cry out loud
Can't take it any more

There's a certain sadness to his cadence
To the hurt that's in his eyes
The hopelessness of reason
That begs the question why

Why life handed him the keys
Before it drove off of the cliff
Leaving him with nothing more
Than what he has in this

Lonely poets corner
Empty saddened streets
Reciting the same poem over time
Is all he's come to need