I love you
So much
I dream
Of saving you
From drowning.

I despise you
So much
I dream
Of drowning you
To death.

Every day.

Butterflies
In my stomach
Would go berserk
Each time
You said something
Each time
You did something
As also
Each time
You didn't

We're always days apart.
Quite not the best way to start.
Didn't have an exciting forepart,
How I wish we could restart.

The days we're not together,
Sometimes makes me wonder.
Do you miss me or am I just eager,
To feel you again like yester.

I touch your face, I feel you glow.
Time seems so slow.
I'm with you that's all I know.
I won't leave you like your shadow.

The way you talk, way you smile.
Your touch, its too fragile.
Won't let go an inch or a mile.
'Til I walk with you down the aisle.

Of all that we've been through
All else may seem untrue.
All I know is I'd love to say "I do"
Every time I look at you.




**Svelte Rogue, ACS

I am lost.









And i don't want to be found.
I need to be *saved

Aug. 9.
When He Fled From Absalom.

Lord how many are my foes
How many those
That in arms against me rise
Many are they
That of my life distrustfully thus say,
No help for him in God there lies.
But thou Lord art my shield my glory,
Thee through my story
Th’ exalter of my head I count
Aloud I cry’d
Unto Jehovah, he full soon reply’d
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept, I wak’d again,
For my sustain
Was the Lord.  Of many millions
The populous rout
I fear not though incamping round about
They pitch against me their Pavillions.
Rise Lord, save me my God for thou
Hast smote ere now
On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men abhor’d
Hast broke the teeth.  This help was from the Lord;
Thy blessing on thy people flows.

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountain yields.

There we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me.
I'm a person with a complex plumbing of the soul,
Sophisticated instruments of feeling and a system
Of controlled memory at the end of the twentieth century,
But with an old body from ancient times
And with a God even older than my body.
I'm a person for the surface of the earth.
Low places, caves and wells
Frighten me. Mountain peaks
And tall buildings scare me.
I'm not like an inserted fork,
Not a cutting knife, not a stuck spoon.

I'm not flat and sly
Like a spatula creeping up from below.
At most I am a heavy and clumsy pestle
Mashing good and bad together
For a little taste
And a little fragrance.

Arrows do not direct me. I conduct
My business carefully and quietly
Like a long will that began to be written
The moment I was born.

s Now I stand at the side of the street
Weary, leaning on a parking meter.
I can stand here for nothing, free.

I'm not a car, I'm a person,
A man-god, a god-man
Whose days are numbered. Hallelujah.

A poem—
is just one more
scrap of paper
that has sailed off the table
in a bottle
with a cry for help.

you must rise above
the gloomy clouds
covering the mountaintop
otherwise, how will you
ever see the brightness?

my wrists are scarred
with memories
that only I remember

how easily you open the wounds
how reluctant you are
to heal them

- p. winter