Whether a comma, or colon: Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes
Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test
Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim .
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again
If I gave you my soul, would you read each page? Scribble notes of interest and know me. Would you take the time, to help tape the seams? Would you mend, the fragility of my soul? It tears and rips, easily, emotionally.
Must we go on like this? no embrace, no kiss? must we fight once more? when will you walk out the door? Leaving me and love behind with someone else for me to find can't we reconcile the past and rescue out lost love at last? Must we go on like this? ignoring things that once we missed? passing each other in silence all that's left is violence. First the slap, then the push no more beating round the bush leaves a sad and tragic ending that is way past mending. Must we go on like this? what happened to the marriage bliss? I sit and ponder, think and muse the day it all went down the tubes.
Carry me gently to the moon My heart hurts darkness makes me swoon I need to be rid of this intense guilt Let me curve like a cat on the moon’s tilt Let me touch tips of stars Feel their heat heal my scars When shadow comes I’ll travel home A new energy fills my bones I tingle with stars the moon on my back And no longer feel dark’s vicious attack
When darkness falls, It eats one from the inside out, You lose hope and welcome doubt, Bones grow dry, And the body weary By and By, Until one day, Passion again knocks on your door, Alas the fire roars, And the weakness is no more...
Oh Yeshua, Where have your steady waters been? I've been searing inside, Absorbed with mortal condition. Loathing the present, While I relive the day, When drops from your fountain, Kept darkness at bay..