The
Peace
Of
God
Resides
Within
The
Storms
Raging
Winds

You will always end up hurt.
I do not care how strong physically and mentally you are,
there will always be tears shed and hearts broken.
Because you cannot do something so physically intimate and
expect it to not be mentally intimate.
That is like jumping off a cliff and hoping you don't fall.
You cannot make pretend love.
You cannot look at someone and see them as an object.
For they are not an object, they are human
Someone will fall, and they will fall hard.
They will spend their time praying that each kiss is real.
They will pray that its more than just physical.
They will pray that rough touches and loud moans are more than lust.
They will spend their time hoping and praying
that you will see them as more than a quick distraction,
but, darling, this is not a fairytale.
They will not fall for you all because you kissed them differently.
They will not see you in a different light.
For this started as physical and it will stay physical.

*(b.c)

~

Cast along a dotted line

of yesterdays and practiced rhyme

These dreams before of what was told

deliveries my heart does hold



A poet’s thoughts of times gone by

in empty scenes and tear stained eyes

Where broken hearts have come to play

my words they speak of yesterday


~
                            

Yet here I stand on corners plead

as verses plant the morning seed

These shadows lingering behind

now disappear in what I find



For beauty in my eyes I see

as love it walks the path to me

And since your love has come my way

*I’ve no more need for yesterday

the gentle touch
of the moon's light
lifted her encumbered
soul
of its plight
her inner harmony
bound in unrelenting tears
she'd wept
for an eon
the solace of the moon
steeped her in its
healing grace
to bring
unto her
a serene embrace

If I were a dollar,
I'd be easier to change

I dreamt you were an Angel
From a world quite divine
A light shone all around you
As water turned to wine

You came to heal the people
Of their hatred and disease
But you turned away in sorrow
'Cuz your touch could not heal me...

It all felt so familiar
As if it happened once before
You left me in the ruins
Of this bloodstained killing floor...