Reading a poem,
I am distracted by light
that dapples the page:
dots, splashes,
balloons, bubbles of white
sloping to cream, to shadow blue;
shimmering, pulsing
like soap bubbles in a sink,
lapping and overlapping the page
until they become a poem
I must write down.

Diffuse as soft spots
in a dramatic scene,
they flicker, perhaps alive—
do they dance and play
aware, joyous in their intermingling?
A branch tip intrudes as
silhouette, the one known form;
all else is embryonic,
almost there — light buds
about to bloom.

You say the heart just pumps blood in its natural lub dub, lub dub.
If that’s true, my blood rushes through each chamber to the rhythm of you.
If the moon pulls the tide, then the water in my body is pulled by your eyes.
Specifically what’s behind them.
Who you are and how you grind
--just the man you are has respect on my mind.

In the past I have canon balled into the pool with all the bravado of a romantic fool.
Now I’m standing by the edge nervous and hot.
Wanting to swim and feel the rushing cool,
but I’m not.

You sit on the edge, all smiles and ease. Legs in the water, splashing and free.
Yet you tell me it’s cold.
I’m being warned of the water.
While your arms reach up, pulling me closer~

Consider the potential of poetry
To free men’s probing minds,
to spill their hearts so totally.
The power of the verse reminds
that the stringing of mere syllables
can transform lowly language
into something greater than itself.
I equate it to a miracle.
That despite time’s passage
poetry can give such a true sense of self.

at our old retreat
tall glasses of sweet iced tea
air of moss perfume
prayer and books and quietude
amongst gently soughing pines

**~Hilda~

i know you're lying.
you're busted
when all I've ever asked for
is truth.
you're better than that.
aren't you?

The want to die
Is more of a
Compulsion
Lack of
Motivation
Is telling me to go
To burn from the
Inside out
Like a marshmallow left to roast
This is no life for the
Morbid zombie
The lives in my soul
The need to stick
My head in the
Fiery pit of anger is
Overwhelming and I
Want to ravage the land
With drunken rage
And seductive eyes
And no I can't do this
I can't be sober
For too long
So I'll dive head first
In the ocean
And hope the current drags
Me out too deep to
Touch
Like me
I've lost touch

Keep it in, Keep it in, don't let it out.
Just pretend, just pretend, don't make them doubt.
Act well, act well, never let them see.
They'll never again see the real me.
Change my ways, change my ways, separate the mental me from the public face.
Now they can never judge the misunderstood if there's no sense of doubt in there minds right?
Let me be, let me be, I know what I want.
It's not what you think, what you think, I'm actually on the straight path.
I just need to prove that.
So I change me ways, change my ways.
Keep it in, keep it in.
Pretend, just pretend
Act...
It's all a show for them, for them.
Just to get a him, a him.
So I got to keep it in.
Just keep it in.

She was one tough chick
& took chances,
especially in public places.
Flashing herself,
showing her vibrant ink,
all the colors of the rainbow
etched on her flat chest,
red hearts circled
her pink excitement.
And she was not
just another pretty face,
she was in fact,
a true diamond
in the rough.