Hide
Find me, no surprise
All I've ever done is lie
No need to hide
Always approve and never denied
Never die, always survive
All ego, All pride
I met you once
A lover's battle, I am your dunce
The war is won
Rear guard song is sung
Manure, the rot, the dung
Red corvette, no safe bet
All regret
stingray with bad pay
crash course, no support
Give up you spoiled sport
I don't have any riches
Just a hole in my head
Staples, no stitches
Harlots, whores, and ......wishes
Slay it Again
is it the musical nature of Man?
to try to keep
within
syncopated beat
and against
it
measure
success,
or defeat...
how we go
up or down,
or hover, around
aimlessly
jammed,
in the streets
tunnning
to a rhythm
in the buried sea
chest,
where the meter
is
not yet in sync
...the rest
of the band
distant,
as in a dream
heard,
before it's seen
and
slapped !
upon the cheek
when alarm
beeps---
It's Time
whatever that means
03.21.2024
"Clocks slay time" challenge @dctezcan
You’re the Reason
I believe that you love me.
It's been said to me before,
but never in a way that made me feel comforted;
never in a way I didn't doubt.
From the start,
you've shown me how much you love me.
You've held the door,
picked me up when I was down,
lit up the dark corners of the house in my mind.
You've held my hand,
and even when we're apart,
you still show me you love me.
You never disappear,
you answer immediately almost every time I message.
You show me you care.
So when you said you love me
for the first time,
my only thought was happiness.
I truly believe that you do,
and it's because you've conditioned me to.
You've proven with actions,
what others have only ever said with words.
You're the reason I believe in love.
And We Touched
And we touched without touching..,
And yet I feel your fire burning it’s way to my heart.
And we kissed in the twilight
Between the dream and the fantasy,
And I hear your soul singing to me.
And we danced on the edge
Of silent tomorrows and half forgotten yesterdays.
And I hear your heart echo a song for us to sing.
And we laughed about the tears we cried,
About the hopes we sired, about everything
That makes us whole.
And we touch without touching
And they call it love,
I believe.
Angry
Angry, I want to strike out...
And let my rage consume me.
I don't want to stop until I hear him cry.
I want to take away his manhood,
Hear him beg for forgiveness and then offer him none.
I want to give my daughter the innocence he so despised.
I want to take the tears away from her eyes.
Angry, I want to ease the guilt in my heart.
Did I fail her when she needed me most?
Did I hear her when she started to cry?
Angry, I want to destroy everything he holds dear
Teach him the true meaning of fear.
Angry, all I can do is let go of my anger
Without saying a word.
I bring my daughter to my side,
Wipe the tears from her eyes, wipe the tears from my eyes.
I want to tell her how much I still love her..,
That I'm trying to understand, even if, in my anger,
I want to scream out the rage that now haunts my soul.
Instead I draw her close, offer her all that I am...
Her father, her friend, an angry man.
As you lay sleeping
If I whisper I love you,
As you lay sleeping,
Will it be my face that you’ll see
In the tapestry of your dreams?
If I were to kiss you,
As you lay sleeping,
Will it be my touch you desire?
My eyes dance along your body…
Wishing, remembering…
Your passion, your touch,
All the silent memories we shared,
The dreams, the desires you inspired.
My spirit fades away with the night,
All that I am…
Is a dream, a memory, a phantom,,,
Who waters your cheeks with tears.
And I hear your heart race
As you whisper my name…
And, still, I can not hold you again…
Until you lay sleeping.
As you lay sleeping
If I whisper I love you,
As you lay sleeping,
Will it be my face that you’ll see
In the tapestry of your dreams?
If I were to kiss you,
As you lay sleeping,
Will it be my touch you desire?
My eyes dance along your body…
Wishing, remembering…
Your passion, your touch,
All the silent memories we shared,
The dreams, the desires you inspired.
My spirit fades away with the night,
All that I am…
Is a dream, a memory, a phantom,,,
Who waters your cheeks with tears.
And I hear your heart race
As you whisper my name…
And, still, I can not hold you again…
Until you lay sleeping.
listless
did i ever have a way with words
or did i just have a lot to say
and didn't want to talk?
the paper was a convenient outlet for me
but was it good?
i gave up on writing
gave up on a lot of things
myself maybe
it's been years now.
i called myself a writer
but i hardly write anymore.
i do journalism but part of me
hates it
i don't think i know why.
i think back to my fourth grade self
starting a school newspaper with my best friend
every poem i wrote
endless short stories i spun out
reading every day.
i would've loved this stuff
what i'm doing now
but i can hardly bring myself to try.
i do wonder what happened
every so often
but now i'm seventeen
i need to pull myself together
i have to go forward.
thinking about the past hurts as much as it did
last year
two years ago
four
i always sat and wished i could go back
now i think about those days of wishing
and those are the ones i want.
because maybe i was miserable then but
was that miserable better than this one?
i don't know
but i sure wish i could start trying again.
Passing
I listen to all of them
as they talk
unaware I'm just passing
and in their words
I hear their anger
their bigotry
their truth
and they think its mine as well
but I'm just passing
I'm not one of them
my anger is not theirs
my truth
can never be their own
for I am the one that runs
when the cops come
the one that is profiled
if not by the accent of my tongue
then by the clothes I wear
but if I keep quiet
well then I'm just passing
at least long enough
to make it home
without getting shot
for walking while black