A human jawbreaker
With a layer for every occasion
And a center just for you.
we held onto dreams
wider than the Milkyway
dancing under the pouring rain
wishing dandelion buds
into a one-way to center stage
we stayed up past daybreak
conquering our fears
shaping them to laughter
timeless to the melody of
Our wild hearts
locate where i end
and you begin
inside this atomic nucleus
our energy levels
hover in the clouds
how can't we fall
for the rotation
of this sphere
of our assembled love
Do we really know, when love was born
Where and why it happened and how it took form
From the start of it all, from the time it occurred
What was this new feeling, what is this new word
I believe it occurred, to be felt in your heart
From the center of your essence to the tips of all parts
Were the feelings just there, were they always that good
Was the meaning really known, was it truly understood
Sometimes you would be glowing, other times you might sting
It's perplexing to know, what this word can actually bring
I know love has meanings, how many, is not exact
It will change your life forever, I know that's a fact...
Brian Hill - 2019 # 322
Does anyone really know?
The world goes round.
So why do we go straight?
A set path we have paved,
Through the blood of Earth.
This is the way of the world.
The way of the world is us.
Drowning our guilt,
In the Earth's innocence.
One's an accident.
Twice, a coincident.
Three's a pattern.
Four's just pushing it.
Soon we'll be lying on our backs,
Eyes half-closed, minds so cold,
In the shallows of what we have broken,
In the pain of what we leave behind.
We are in the center
The center will hold
But our center has already fallen
It cannot hold any longer.
William Yeats - The Second Coming
We used to invite you,
Come September, Come.
But now we wait for you to end,
As the wounds you gave still bleed.
What we lost in your days is life,
More than life, we lost our love.
We remember New York,
We remember Munich.
So please hear our plea,
End September, End.
My HP Poem #1766
Maybe you find your center
On a couch beside a divided highway,
Where asphalt ribbons melt together
In the beautiful mess of the day's last fire,
Where light falls on upholstery
In a manufactured Southwest pattern,
Best suited to drier air but somehow
At home on a Wisconsin shoulder,
Watching the world go by in metallic paint
Colors and autoglass reflections,
Moving too fast to catch all the names
Of almost-forgotten rivers crossed:
And any number of State Name Rivers.
Or maybe you find your center
On the other side of a plume of red granite dust,
Where the asphalt ends and the rivers
Are more than almost-forgotten signs
Beside a divided highway.
Inspired by an actual couch beside a divided highway.
The moment you touched my heart
I stopped searching for answers
For you were the center
Of the only universe
I ever desired to know