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my eyes speak out a narrow street
notorious for fatal accidents
scorching everyone involved
leaving impertinent witnesses
hence silent gaze shies away

exposure, self-denied
to keep from harm
avoid collateral

and not just eyes but words
they slip they cost they hurt
the best the most
bitten tongue cannot dissolve
no, bitten lip cannot contain
boiling recklessness

come close meet walls
cruelly transparent
self-defused bomb
a self-contained woe
window shopping
a blink away from shattered showcase
teach this heart how to read
for it only knows now how to write
a teeny tiny
whited-out blank space,
the tenuous boundary that separates,
higher man from untamed beast,
so powerful when respected,
the crowning hallmark of human acclamation
we all do wear by right of birth and breathe


you see it right?

that invisible peaceful white
spatial, tiny yet palatial dot that separates
us from rack and ruin,
the mighty differential pause between

in civility and incivility

come not to preach or harangue,
my counsel kept within the
between beats of a mournful drum,
respectfully and slowly banged

each silent separation a prayerful plea,
the inserted peacekeepers of our spoken words,
employ well those powerful pauses that refresh
the speaker and the listener so well

leave behind your
self-righteous disbelief in others' beliefs,
that morphs into no toleration,
an arrogant surety,
that surely the ****-ytical results of
your thoughtful processes,
inevitability correct and brook no resistance

the shrill strumpets
of either side
confidently worship at no church
but to the false gods
of their own mirrored reflection,
who smiles back approvingly
at those who scream the loudest...

outlaw the outrage of your rage,
come to my white clothed table,
put aside the wrath of overbearing,
represent your disparate conclusions
with harmonious, breathable pauses
to reflect and respect
our distinctive and distinguished differences

no one ever lost a reasoned argument
that began with a considered, well tempered

good morning

what has this to do with
only love poetry?


*well, everything...for you must love thy neighbor
as you love yourself
Feb. 2017
I'm not looking for you to tell me that I have value as a person. I already know that. I'm not looking for someone to tell me that I'm strong and that I can beat the odds. I already know that. Honey I'm just looking for someone to remind me of all the good inside of me. Remind me of the kindness and thoughtfulness and beauty and strength I have in my core. I ain't looking for validation from an outside source.
The trees miss you, whispered the breeze.

The stars wait for you, promises the moon.

The earth loves you, stated the dirt.

And we'll never stop looking till you are found.
I hid my country roots away from you.
With a sigh reaching to my toes, I hung up my hat and put away my boots.
I thought if I changed, it would be better for us.
I laid my heart out for you, and it was the most vulnerable action I've ever taken.
I'm made of iron and toughened leather. I'm not supposed to cry over a broken heart. And now I gotta find a way to heal this Texan's heartache and find the tough cowgirl underneath. The one who only shows true emotional moments when she's alone with her horse. The one who guards her heart fiercely.
I set the world on fire, just to watch you put it out.  
You touched my cheek, and said I was so good and worth everything and more in the world.
I burned my bridges, and you crossed them before I burned them all.
You wiped my tears and said you loved me.
But who would love this broken and healing girl?
You didn't care how many demons hid in my closet; you wanted me anyways.
Every wall I put up, you knocked it down without a second thought.
Love. I'm calling this love. My love. I'm calling this love.
My love. I'll call you my love.
My love. My...love.
I know. We ain’t that close anymore and I shouldn’t feel this way. But **** if old feelings arise at the thought that other people get to have your time and attention and I ain't part of that crowd. And **** if I don’t feel envious of who wakes up in bed with you. I know. There’s always gonna be someone else in the place of me. You’ve replaced me with someone else, and I don’t get to react the way I want to. Jealousy. Yeah. Ya heard me right. I’m **** jealous that I don’t get to lie next to you and feel at home. But I don’t get to be jealous. You ain’t my guy anymore and I’m not your girl. You and I are two separate pieces of a puzzle that I hope one day fits together again. But it's no surprise that the green eyed monster wakes again inside of me and messes with me and my heart a little.
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