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 Apr 2015 Keith A Lake
Devon Lane
"The problem with love these days is that society has taught the human to stare at people with their eyes rather than their souls."
                       -Christopher Poindexter*

See, that's where you are wrong.
I dove right into
that pacific of a soul and knew it had to be.
He let me sail on the deepest, darkest
seas of his mind, as I to him.
I love him, I always will,
but as time moves forward water goes still.
 Apr 2015 Keith A Lake
Traveler
And so here we are
Page after page
Hearts on fire
Exposing parts unseen
Beneath harden surfaces
Wounds unclean
Broken still we dream
On and on we pen
And so we breathe again
If I was Death
I would never wake
Never steal a person from a deep sleep
If I was Death
I would have to see
The comfort in being deceased
If I was Death
I would let you know
The time and place for you too go
So that you can see
And understand
That its not as malicious
For we miss understand
Their is a golden shore
Behind the velvet door
Where we all go and all our adored
I have loved you in the coldest of snowstorms that winter has to offer,
Felt your warmth through the curve of your lips,
The music of soft fingertips. My body is your piano,
We write a different genre of music when we love.
There are warm rays of sunshine cast over our flesh
And the snow glistens with the light you shine in.
I’ve never felt safer, wrapped in the protection of your arms
During the loudest thunderstorm in the middle of spring;
When the skies are dark and grey, lightning shooting like swords
Against earth’s ceiling.
I’ve held your naked body against my own,
Drawing over the cliffs of your hip bones, the valley of your
Belly button and the mountain range of ribs,
The cage that protects your heart from the heat of the
Summer temperatures that I hold within me, your warm
Anatomy heating my body like the core of earth:
From the inside out.
I’ve ran my fingers through the sweet sweat resting over
Your back, like droplets of dew on a leaf in the early morning
Humidity of summer after a night of making love.
We watch the leaves change color ad stroll softly
To the ground in autumn.
The temperatures begin to drop and the branches are naked
And bare, like my skin in summer while we sleep.

I’ve loved you like the snow that grips the bark.
I am cold, but winter has always been your favorite.
The blaze of sunshine touches my face
As I woke up with thoughts I can't erase
And then outside the window,
The view I start to gaze
Trying to solve the mystery in all utter amaze
I don't know what I feel
The birth that blessed us on that day
Meant far beyond what words could say
What once was two now is three
Our long awaited family  is all that i can see
Finally the silence speaks
Reality that slowly creeps
Exiting things one can't ignore
Surrendering to what's in store
Tears through laughter
Smiles through fear
No more wonder
At last she's here !
Daughter's are Precious !
Once a Father shared his lovely experience about how he felt when he had a girl child ...............................................................................................
I thought of expressing his wonderful unforgettable experience in form of this poem.
when I fell for you
I handed you my feet
that night in the city
my lips forgave ****** down Haight street
we searched for cigarettes
I slammed to my knees
I still can't believe you were right there with me
I found your mouth
your hands
my hands
your back (I want you back)
& you
you
with all my attention, darling
I watched you ride off with it
I watched your eyes
I watched you leave
you took my bones and breath
I'm a paper bag
I am just dead leaves
useless as wreaths
and I'll sit
i'll stay, a good girl
a good girl
I'm great at waiting
Patient like the dead
a professional faker
& suddenly yours, nonetheless
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