Janus am I; oldest of potentates;
Forward I look, and backward, and below
I count, as god of avenues and gates,
The years that through my portals come and go.
I block the roads, and drift the fields with snow;
I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen;
My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow,
My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men.
I placed a wish in a wren's wing
released it to the sky
My Seeker to the stars
flew instead inside of me and
whispered away a lie
There is no time and space
No distance to a sun
Like an aspen forest
what you see as many
is really just the One.
A rock fell on a bird
knocking it down
rather than helping
I left it on the ground
For if I moved the rock
and the bird was unscathed
it would surely fly off
leaving me for better days
and all that I would have
would be the memory
of the happiness I once had
the love that used to be
So instead I leave the rock
That traps the bird here
held in place by the weight
while I'm held by fear
Written about a fear I have of checking up on an ex of mine. And finding out there doing fine without me in their life.
She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote
My heart was sitting on a fence
Couldn't pick a side so I had to learn self defense
Like trouble I'd like a time out
Trying to improve anyone ready to take me out
Here's a chance, but I'm for once generally happy
Aside from daydreaming of a settle
Hopefully one day I'll have my own cute family, but until then I'm okay with where I'm at
Not to skinny, not too fat
Just a decent man waiting for someone to see that
Loyalty is my specialty
The past is the past and I'm on a new journey
Art isn't about
it's all about
***** Projectors: "Two Doves'
This afternoon I
asleep with my
in the bed
I combed his
with my finger
post-Malone - damaged (****. ricorizzy)
Some dark and lonely days
I want to run away
And find a lovely place
Want to go somewhere
With freshened golden air
Where no one knows my face
Drink wine in noontime sun
Where I don't know anyone
And learn to be okay
With being not okay
And when the little love of my life
Looks me in the eyes
and asks me,
"Mommy, what are the stars?"
I'll look into vastness above,
Squeeze their hand and say,
"My dear, I wouldn't worry about the stars too much.
One day you will fall in love with one,
And with every bright star,
It will swell with light and be reborn.
Sometimes, my little one, their rebirth will not include you.
You may wish on those bright stars,
But do not expect your wish to shine with them."
Fall in love with the night sky but do not count on it being there forever