This Valentine could be written
on each day, each hour, each minute
you are by my side...

I bask in your glow
your eyes telling me
I am loved, I am whole,
I am overjoyed.

Your voice velvet
embracing me,
playful taunts,
and unexpected tackles,
and bursts of laughter!

You remind me of who I am,
you are my love, always and
forever,
I extend my hand, my heart,
all that is me,
and say happy Valentine's Day!

Don't come around
remove all words
and wonder.

Swirling around
vacancy in abstract
and plunder.

Glib.

Why?

Really, what's your motive?

I can't decipher,
there is only one person talking.

I don't know the perfect words
or how to fill you with joy
to make your world light as air;
a breeze that transcends time.

I don't know if I'm the one
you want to share your life
to hold, to cherish, to delight;
a laughter that it is alright.

I don't know where I'm going
but my hopes and dreams
had you with me;
hand in hand, looking back on magic.

Certainty was never free of doubt
until those words
left unspoken;
in all their destructive forces.

Certainty that perhaps this dream,
perhaps this world
is ravenous, callous, and imagined;
a royal guard has assembled.

They cannot force you,
they can only let you in...
I cannot go down a fleeting path;
I do not do transgression.

I can only give what is inside me,
be whatever it may...
it is an outpouring;
be it too much, or not enough,
it is all I have.

I have put it out there.

Once, as if it were written;
committed to memory.
You knew my touch;
my bitter,  a portrait of agony.

Commonplace, where you loved me...
and thought I would return there;
every time to your harsh tongue.

Twice you knew my joy,
though I don't think you know the meaning.
You plotted, dug a very big hole,
and pushed me in it.

You pleaded, without so much as a request!
Feigning:
No, don't fall in, I shall throw some dirt in,
and you can climb out as it fills!

I wonder where he went?
You knew me,
and even if there is a marker in the ground,
you shall see it written enshrined for all to see...
every deed, every writ, every decree,
I know you...
a villain you shall be.

In short sweet bursts
gentle lines across my hairy arms
you have me believe
your eyes, your heart, your spirit.

You imprint over old pages,
adding boldness, and abstract symbols...
a little mystery
it makes me cheerful,
something new to read and decipher.

I wonder about you,
and I don't know the answers...
I cannot extract myself from the new edition,
some of it may be fiction, or wishes,
truth still paramount, but far from malicious.

You say nice things,
your hugs are delicious...
you speak masterfully,
and scare me beautifully,
it adds to my existence.

Stroking each fine strand
additional touch to lobe
despite my sneezing
you continue slumber
comforted by my free hand,
I make no demands
tracing your lines;
we have been drawing together so long,
you are my beautiful picture
at 5 AM in the morning.

My hand aged, but steady
with pure joy,
you were awake moments ago
making me laugh though tired.

I continue to draw you,
while you sleep...
and smiling while I'm writing...
you are my one
my Marky,
your breath tickles my pores.

never felt love until that touch
transcending place and time
had it been known
for familiar face
an intensity free from words
no pretense, no hesitation,
nothing of force...
no explanation,
no expectation,
just right;
eyes soft glow
a world brightened,
bask, connection,
trace, learning shape,
humanity, humility,
alive to possibility
love is born,
together see unity
cherishing ignition.

The lost are many
on missions guided
They have seen the hate
of political and religious man
so many lost
so many voices unsung,
unborn,
it continues today
not a cross of burden
but a fight for what is right
they are champions.
Honour them.

War... what is is it good for?  Absolutely nothing say it again.
When will they ever learn?


http://www.robross.ca

I am a visitor in the past
heavy bass and hops
a surgeon, eyes following
leaning on iron
fist pumping ire

I only live in recollection
worry terribly distortion
racking
I wore a tie
I wore leather
I wore a lie
erased you, I did

I can bounce off a memory
wave at the ****** face of hilarity
knowing I can't go back there in reality
smell my hair, comb it with a part
slick it back
I zoom on by
who the **** was that,
never could catch up
the why

Never a master at tickity tick
present never present
I'm so distant, there I go again
waving at the ****** up face of hilarity
I click, I click, I click
flying by wave after wave
no difference between each but so rapidly different
that is reality
just not really
who said so
not me
I did
no really
no reality
that isn't me
just a memory

Change the sound
vibrate charm
no hand
no form
no world
vacuous gas
laughing design
waving at nothing
never existed
no one saw it
but you did
paradox
both, yes, you read it
morphed the reality
just a memory
a picture
Green?
Smell it.

Manufacture
play strings
bounce memories
fly light speed
see the edges
laugh at the image
see all of you
none of you
some of you
the thorn of you
***** pluck plunge
please do
not end

Struggling to resurrect profound limits
muse the vision, knowing time fell
******* shell
fired precision
blasting glow
foundations scattered
never formed, never happened, never sure
no measure, no matter, no philosophy
hyperbolic flattery
to limited function
within crumpled artillery
will never sea,
no import
no importance
no semblance
mutiny!
We throw humanity in
no height
no weight
no fall
no grace!
Question?
Encompass stacked
shifted only slightly
pulled gently apart
shifting smile or a part
oblivion!
we echoed
from the start.

filed in to order, no smolder
where had it gust,
light shimmered...
pale and naked.

Filed by number, no folder
anguish and despair,
darkness beset...
charred and burned.

Eyes look around, no holder
void of care,
herald dawn...
looking upward.

Nothing
nothing at all
yet by writing this
I contradict that
and what have I
gained by this
description of
being found?

Nothing
nothing at all
yet because of
perpetual variance
my contradiction
remains the same
I am left with one thought:
"What keeps me here?"
Something in which
I'm truly
Lost and Found.


http://www.robross.ca

You will not find, but will know
record, not driven
of above, nor down below
faith in numbers, call to arms
revisited body, fragmented words
porous motivation, pious shell
complicit deception, nor hope
could cradle civilization

relapse, awkward position
****** force of introspection
strike balance, no metric
discovery tragic coverup

cite the source, no reason
change scenery, mockery
within confession
proffer sweet, lasting embrace
here and now
unrequited
gutted by action

form a missive, time at issue
ended dismissive
words broker, no heal
could crush plot
dance, within memory
sum of all parts, spire
mastery, where now lay
dormant, a King
in waiting, unable to move
a condition, no form.

Standing here with no chair
contemplating the air
I breathe dark hues
I smell burn... I see him back there.

A circus dance,
so many rings and shapes,
I see them there...
quality measured in minutes and dollars.

Never saw the world before...
bleak and full of promise
an elusive ***** on the phone!
Legs are glued to this floor.

never felt love until that touch
transcending place and time
had it been known
for familiar face
an intensity free from words
no pretense, no hesitation,
nothing of force...
no explanation,
no expectation,
just right;
eyes soft glow
a world brightened,
bask, connection,
trace, learning shape,
humanity, humility,
alive to possibility
love is born,
together see unity
cherishing ignition.

I'm losing my thoughts at the sight of you
if I smile and stare,
these are the things I say to you

Confused and losing track
fantasies find my mind
I'm turning red with embarrassment
these are the things I say to you

feeling close and falling far
thinking about who we are
and as I dream
these are things I say to you

And what I said
for I do dread
my own blood red,
what you know
can be told
but is not what
I truly behold,
these are the things
I say to you
hear me in my different ways
in the things that make you show
and sway
what we both Know isn't the direction that we go
and as we turn our backs to each other
these are the things we say to you.


http://www.robross.ca

Life's greatest failures
set to classical music
flares of modern
tears and laughter fluid
within reverb,
called out on an antiquated device
lol not read well
nor did you understand
It remains
background echoes
chase dreams
blue monstrosities
flow from open wounds
invite ingestion
now must, or sweat
terror of reigns
classical rhythm
defaulted
change station
left muted suspicion
right mastered
joint of sorts
wicked blue monstrosities
wherein lies fault.

As set forth
with elongated majesty
every step, every regal byte;
be it monitored,
be it impolite.

Henceforth
with enriched history
every misstep, every evil blight;
it is remembered,
it is contrite.

Ascribed
with fanciful thought
every back peddle, every slight;
it is hands that do the talking,
it is plans to put up a fight!

It has gone
sense of space
travelling along edge of mind
elegant 8

if I were to say it
there would be no sound
if I were to think it
it would not be defined
if I were to care
it would be quick to remind
it has come
it has gone

sense of space
around the edge
about face
staring at the dream
anxious that
I have already been.

When life has built a massive apparatus, you try to play melodies of comfort, but are often left with flickering images that glow dark; lending more beauty to the light of now.