Heartbroken
I’m broken in so many pieces,
got nothing left to prove.
Life has lost all of its sweetness,
I’m bitter from loving you.
With every step you take, I miss a heartbeat.
Everytime you’re near, you make my heart weak.
Can not stand this fake romance with all its lies and dalliance.
Thinkin that I wouldn’t notice, wouldn’t suspect
that your heart is no longer mine??
Life is built on cause and effect.
You take your love,I hurt inside,
you broke my heart but I’m more wise,
to the games you play and the words you say and
the sweet whispers that led me astray,
deep into the burnin pits of hell that is sprinkled with the ashes of my broken heart.
Far from the safety net of caution that kept me from falling apart.
Every promise you made were just empty words.
words that went from being in a sentence to becoming a verse.
I guess your hypnotic song is what stole my soul.
A snake charmer hell bent on mind control.
Nowhere
So here I am
Back where I was
No
Not quite
Before
I was in the dark
Now
I can see the path
But the path
Is not very
Inviting
And I have to walk it
Alone
I wonder with each step
If I will fall
And if I will even bother
To get up again
If I do
Nothing Left But a Trace
The voice I used to hear is quiet,
And her face has gently drifted into memory.
That street no longer bears that note,
And all those fleeting moments have passed away.
It didn’t seem like to much to see her.
I’ve tried so hard to cancel her out,
Filling that space with ink
And soaking those words in flame.
Once my foot hit that step,
The last one next to her indifference,
The glowing night looked different,
Burning with fresh familiarity.
That scent inside still hasn’t changed,
Falling slowly all around me,
I start to sink into it’s mood,
Walking past where Winter hangs.
My eyes found her across the room.
Life exploded in my mind.
I’m back in that windy December,
Breathing all the moments I remember.
My foot fell on the floor before me,
Without command, she drifted to me.
Her eyes met mine, my breathing faltered,
And all those nights returned.
I realized I was alone with her,
Alone together in a crowded room,
And all of it was but a hope,
That soon was dashed in a single moon.
Those passions have long since fled,
Leaving me alone.
I still remember all the things you said,
Laying on that bed.
Then I returned to my place,
Standing there before her.
There was nothing left but a trace
Of ardent romance on her face.
Beloved
A poem needs to be said,
needs to be heard,
as a scarf to the head,
sheep to the herd.
Life is lived in motion,
with objectives.
Writing is commotion
with all life gives.
A rose is worth a whiff,
the vase, its’ hand,
worthy of look and sniff,
as glass is sand.
A poem is dressed in breath
with many words,
and it reaches its depth
looking inwards.
From beginning to end,
you understand,
what happens when a blend
of new thoughts band.
And so, when crafted, it
sends a message.
Take a stand while you sit,
write a passage.
Love
I would ask that love be with me always.
Like the color red, it beats like a heart.
From my limbs, it pours out, warming in ways.
This love, this thing called love, where does it start?
I would ask that love be with me always.
Like the color red, love is from inside.
Love, stay with me ’til the end of my days.
This love, this thing called love, is deep inside.
Eternal life bequeathed through Christ our king.
Eternal life through him. Love in two. Loving.
Nothing More to Say
Her voice echoed down the hall,
Bouncing off my everything.
Her breath drew in,
A hesitation.
A word.
Nothing more to say.
My pressing indifference resounds,
In a slightly subtle way,
Treading now on new grounds.
The last time that face met mine,
The sky caught fire,
Erupting with consciousness,
More intense than I’ve yet seen,
Now extinguished with common casualty,
With kind filler and doctored honesty.
That’s all there is for me.
Flight From Fairbanks
Hunkered down in the trailer
40 below outside
Through a crack in the pillows I feel frigid air
And through a crack in my eyelids
I see the orange glow of the heater.
I must be asleep
Because these are not moose but wildebeest
Not elk but giraffe
Not lynx but lions following me.
I watch the baby gnus playing
Rounded tawny snouts and
Incipient stripes
I almost trip over two lions
Rolling in a mating dance
And then I think: not good
I hear snuffles and snorts behind me
Following
I crawl through the leafy bedclothes
Pierced with thorns
Where snores reverberate beside me
I sense them closing in
They were lean and anyhow
It’s never good to disturb lovers
I am in danger
I turn over
And through a crack between the pillows
I feel frigid air seeping in
Like claws that rake my back.
WindTunnel
I was the violin making the music,
the wind blowing the melodie and musings
the cherry slowly growing,
lifting up the wings for the grooming
brushing and combing what my mother had tought.
Her hair had never been that long,
so how was she to know that with a stranger it might get caught?
that the sheets in the morning had to be washed,
and that the tangles from the night before
would have to be straightened before they were gone.
Even if you switch the perspective of the horizon,
there will always be a sky,
out of the universe, its out of her mind,
the posibility of ever roaming the world without having to take flight.
Who’s arms but her arms could she ever trust?
who’s love but her love could she ever give up?
minced up skin, lovely weathered green chins
stuck in the grass waiting to be one
waving her flag, shes waiving the tags and throwing away their math,
she calculating, formulating, one by one just fascinating the crowds
her scent is magnetic and filled with wagers
the blocks are crowded with walking stereos.
Contemplation I
I’m almost certain,
That as a space ship leaves a ragged trail across the sky
and ceramic tiles flake and burn away
those inside shake like a can of paint
and one turns to the other and says
“y’know, we still got to be in outer space,”
and the other says
“But it’s all over now!”
They were right.
I’m almost certain,
that before getting mauled by a tiger
someone has thought,
“this is such a beautiful animal
to die by,
it sure beats Alzheimer”
I am certain
that as I lay awake
and think how it all ended up
I won’t be riding any spaceships
or visiting any zoos
for a long time.
Contemplation I
I’m almost certain,
That as a space ship leaves a ragged trail across the sky
and ceramic tiles flake and burn away
those inside shake like a can of paint
and one turns to the other and says
“y’know, we still got to be in outer space,”
and the other says
“But it’s all over now!”
They were right.
I’m almost certain,
that before getting mauled by a tiger
someone has thought,
“this is such a beautiful animal
to die by,
it sure beats Alzheimer”
I am certain
that as I lay awake
and think how it all ended up
I won’t be riding any spaceships
or visiting any zoos
for a long time.
