Towers
It all goes inward to the bone. Heartaches or match made, all sinks far below the skin. Deep into our core, where the quiet things lie and the happy things play. Those fragments lining and filling our morrow. Bits‘n’bobs of hims and hers and all we are, continuously building us better for tomorrow or breaking us in two.
Regardless, a lesson, a lesson and so goes our dna
Our backbones are built upon it.
LOVE LIGHT & THE HIGHEST
ENERGY
Residue
wounds from
butterfly bullets
shatter bones
filling my frame
with stitches
unexplainable
and hard to hide,
with an itch
like a son of a bitch
resembling his smoking gun,
firing with full force and fury
over time
becoming scar tissue
a story whispered bedside
because bruised hearts
beat on in new song
understanding the brittleness
is brought within our being
When You Know, You Know and So It Goes
Awkwardly oblivious
you stumble by
and know me
instantly
the curve of cursive
the bend of breath
my cryptic codes
but I can finally see
so clearly
it matters not
you being here
for you are
a distant
dialogue
no longer
spoken
by this
tongue
that now
kisses
firelight
singing
sweetly to
love
Wallflower Signs
It’s a silent ache
from the sidelines
as serenades adorn many hearts
mine beats in time to your smile
but never
a whisper, or a word,
is spoken or heard
it’s the waltz in the dark
the bare and stark
contrast to the pain
which bares my shame
as I lovingly adore
chest caved & sore
cheering forever more, my love
Forever, more
Nimbostratus
and the wind ripples over the valley
bringing lonesome layers of grey
we’re in the mists of oceans breeze
rising and falling with the waves
It’s the storm before the calm
the twist of turning seasons
questions of why and why not
all messing with our reason
I love thee beyond measure
You love me just the same
Yet something is gnawing
pulling and grinding in between
Beyond Words
..all the letters of every word on every page of every book sing like a siren on an uncloudy day, a song called your name.
confirms suspicions something real sleeps just beyond reach, left behind in the ashes of a tree on some long ago beach and swallowed by the waters of memory flowing onward until we find our way back to where we are perfectly imperfect enough to remember again.
drunk on words with dreams of fever and rain in the river down for the rising
it's your voice i hear my darling dear
at the dawning of the day at the dimming of the light
whispered through remember
tomorrow…
Soul Food
Is my soul a milkshake
so tasty and satisfying
that you greedily slurp
till i’m gone ?
Do you need to feed
on my heart like a steak
rare with juices of creative
inspirations ?
Why must my brain
be your fine delicacy
for late night snack
or fancy ?
Does my sweat taste of wine
poured into crystalline glass
quenching thirst for my labor
and accomplishment ?
Are you full ?
I am now dry.
Not a bite for consumption.
If you starve,
not a thing I can do.