Thoughts ought to travel softly along thread thin nerves ending in action,
Juggernaut plots, to get me up and out of my stagnant pool of tears and traction,
Who is the Juggernaut, you ask?
That is my task to get behind the mask and lure it out of the shadows,
What person or presence is the task master who'll push me to the gallows
Of defeat.  The slow heavy feet, older than the body, the owner of the ugly toes
I am not ready,
I am too young,
My hand is not steady,
I am too high strung,
Looking behind the mask, and into the darkness, the more I look the more I run out of time,
Hands spinning wildly as the Juggernaut defends both the End of and the Beginning of,
Another Year,
Yes it is the Time of the Juggernaut, Happy New Year, relentless promise cupped in two hands,
don't let it slip, from your palms and through your fingers,
                       a harbinger or bright and shiny hope bringer?
You decide,
It is your year,
Now I must go and slay my Juggernaut, cuz' it is a draggin' me down in flames,
Remember if you feed yours instead of fight, you just might be the taste that
wets your juggernauts' appetite.  I have heard...
it stops hurting after the first bite.




©DWE122013

Your flaws are like stars to me
because I see them in your darkest moments,
I see them when the sun has set
and the night starts to whisper the truths
that you refuse to hear,
and I see them when the sky is clear
from thundering rain clouds.
But you hate the stars at night
and the only star that you learned to love is the sun,
as if its rays are going to love you
for the whole day,
when only it can meet you halfway.
Believe me when I say that,
like luminous bodies in space,
your flaws look beautiful to me.
And I don't want them to go away
because then the sky would be dark,
empty,
honestly boring,
and I wouldn't be able to write this love poem,
trying to appreciate the perfect manner
of your imperfections
by comparing them to something
that is literally out-worldly.

I love the stars
and I love you.