Crossing paths with him
was fate; a piece of
the puzzle in my life
that I had yet to find
Only I had not a clue
of what was incomplete
before that whimsical
day when his
eyes looked right
A familiar feeling rose
to light from which my
soul overflowed with
of love to share...
you said that I should
And I thought that I could
so I did
the people all sang along
like my song was one the a.i.
knew all along abs abs ab
prophecy new, like the gourd in Jonah's whale of a story,
from when we were kids and hope was a thing
we imagined we make something of.
It was love, according to the songs,
grace according to my grandpa;
works was what my one uncle said, be an Adventist
see the future in the past and grieve before hand.
My mama, she was everything mother's little helpers and
at un disclosed cost
trans mogrify her mind to be,
but she had blesst me,
bless my heart, my heart
his heart she said
bless his heart and
she said that t' God.
'might a been like when ya sneeze,
idle words, or
it could be secret motherlove leaven
now free flowing from that woman at the well. Thru the pipeline I won from the Koch's
i flows I don't row
n if you have a clue
pork who watches you move
will be taking notes
this ***** knows how it goes
n if you have a plan
pork who watches you move
will catch it, understand
this ***** is stealing souls
keep it under the knife
surgeon and patient
ship and astronaut
How can it be so?
That only one can see the truth
And everyone else appears blind to my side?
It seems that only she can see the truth
The truth of the pain inflicted
Of the tears being choked down
Of the wincing at a voice
Of the horror of being tortured
And it seems that she recognizes it
That she is the one with sight
And so she defends me fiercely
With all her might
She is my guardian
With a voice that booms
And she'll try all her might
To protect me every single night
And she's told horrible things for it
She's told to shut up for speaking out against fear
She's told to never do it again
Because its horrid
Because it despicable
Because she's doing nothing but crying wolf
But we both know she's not
We both know the tyranny of terror at play
And we both know that we have each others back all the way
And though my throat may tighten at the sound of their footsteps
And my lungs seem to be riddled with holes when they shout horrid things at us
And my bruised muscles clench over murmurers of them
And my heart pounds at the slightest sight of them
And my brain aches when it realizes that to everyone else my pain is nothing more than a joke
I know I can rely on her for sanctuary
And she'll hand it over in abundance
She's always stands for me
Whenever it may be
And I love her more than any know
And I will always protect her the same she does for me
For she is my hidden guardian angel
Buried under a coat of star dotted night
Though you may not know it, your alliance has helped me more than you could ever know.
I have a plan,
But no clue.
I'm just above the sea,
of shy jewels are my dreams,
I catch a glimmer blue,
should I care if it was true?
I'm waiting for the moon,
of big waves are my dreams,
I steal a purple blue,
should I believe if there's a clue?
but roses **** my heart, my beauty and my mind,
I'm bleeding purple blue though skies are shy and cry for you,
I'm heading towards the moon,
with diamond on my dreams and silver blue,
I'm all at sea, now drinking in my dreams and wait forever blue,
one day I'll be with you.
(My book 'The Allure Of Time' is now available for purchase on amazon).
Of course one asks what was the library doing
With a pipe wrench.
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
Hard to admit that it’s all over
Our time together is anything but forever
Been five years since we’ve part
But it feels like yesterday, the way you broke my heart
I guess after all this time, I’m still hoping
That what we had is more than just a thing
That at the very least, I meant something to you
You were my first everything and you haven’t got a clue
But last night, I’ve reached my end
The song you made me, you gave to someone else
That was the first time I heard my heart breaking
With every beat it made, it was aching
For the first time, in a long time,
I’m choosing myself, and I’ll take this as a sign
I’ll move on and forget about you
There’s no sense in being hungover for you
I’ll try to find my old self
That whole person I was before we met
I won’t let another like you break me
Even if I’m alone, I’ll be as happy as I’ll ever be, you’ll see
Something meant for
Find a clue...
Genre: Romantic Haiku
Theme: TGIF ||I want to tell