Wednesday, February 24, 2010






Pre positionals crowd my mind
my heart is blind I hear a note
the strumming stroke of a
hand on my face, on my heart, on the lace
of the dress. a tress
falls on the strengths that she.

She eminates beauty, She eminates love.
Eminate my love for her hand
the strand of hair falling fast
as it falls to her neck what a
time stands still and we enter in
good will, donating, receiving
compacting, ne'r deceiving.
each other.

her face, why do I trace
the lines of her fate brought us near,
love draws us clear of the shrapnel
of the failing pieces of all that well
describes the times of our lives
we die. why. Well.
It is well.

As I enter the line
to proceed past processionals
professionals mock the steel in my
eyes melt at fifty degrees
at the warmth of a touch
I fall to my knees. wash the feet
of the woman who completes me
wholeheartedly receives me
and takes my hand as I
concrete we.

Thursday, December 24, 2009


Whence cometh that sweet voice
that dream within a dream of honey from the comb
like the petals of a rose just blossomed
so doth my heart for my beloved.
~ Not Shakespeare

A whisper in my ear of ears
speaks softly to my heart.
Of all hearts came and went
yours only was of worth.

Words of Love to my dove
and the heart that I grasp at so eagerly with my breath and

Whats a dove to do with
the sound of a heart beating fast?
Whats a dove to do with
the touch of a tender kiss?
Whats a dove to do
when all else fades away and your heart feels like it's pulled into a dream with all beauty, all joy all wonderfulness. Like a hundred million balloons falling to the sky and only stooping to pick up a fated passerby and carry him to unknown heights of glory.
Whats a dove to do with Love?

In her eyes
like a hundred million sparklers
light up my weary days
like a trip to last summer
like a trip from eternity
light up my heart for you.

Will you?
Like the bated breath like waiting lest
she look away and leave.
I wait to hear the words so
muddled in my mind
like crystal in a set of glass
the realife shines and the fakes they pass
as she leans in close to me
on the wings of the morning her breath it breathes
in me a life unknown
my heart it leaps
and anthems sings
she answered
I do.

What does a poem mean? Really, I can pour from the bottom of my heart a poem of such feeling, such granduer and the like, yet if not backed up by actions, it means nothing.

But it was.

A song a song!
I heard tell of the
Men stand by and look in awe at
women stand back and sigh and awww
at the sight of two lovers so newly discovered
each other, together, not separate forever.
My only, yours only,
but me and you.
Forever and ever and ever. again.

I Love you.
It's as simple as that
But is it?

Sunday, April 12, 2009


Bare feet running through soaked grass. The sound of the foot falls heavy into the ground as it releases its moisture. Heavy clouds drop light drops that fall quietly to the earth. It is dark. A blur of darker against the busy background of the forest moves quietly through the landscape of wet. His feet move quickly and without hesitation as he pounds out his trail, making it up as he runs along. He doesn’t fear rocks or stones or obstacles for he knows the groundskeeper and trusts him. Even though he cannot see what is in front of him, even though he does not know the way, he doesn’t worry, his rythmic footfall is unaltered, undeterred as it continues on and on, always forward. His very step is unknown, he knows no more than the stride he takes at that moment. He has no idea of what is further on the trail yet he is not overcome. He very well could be overtaken by fear, he could succumb to the dark and become paralyzed with the terror of the unknown... but he isn’t. Because he isn’t worried with the fact of not knowing where his next step will fall, he isn’t concerned that his path is dark, he doesn’t worry about later. He trusts the caretaker, and because he trusts him, because he believes him, and because he knows him, he will not fret, he will be perfectly content to just run, carefree, in the rain...

Trust Him.

Monday, March 9, 2009


My hand in front of my face
I see through it into the inky blackness
blind, I feel the wind whipping by
nothing else but what I feel
for I cant see anything
but Black

It whips through my hair and flutters my heart
I suffocate as my breath is stolen
tears fall from my eyes and never reach my face
they fall and disappear in the abyss
I feel the affects and cannot fight
this Wind

like needles, piercing clothes and skin
my bones shake and brittle
my clothes offer no comfort or shield
I am naked in this cold black dark
nothing comforts, I am alone and scared
in this Cold

My heart is in my throat, I can’t swallow it
as I find my feet aren’t touching ground
I’m twirling as I fall all down
flipping around my stomach turns
up and down have switched places as
I’m Falling

The tingling sensation is gone
the cold I cannot feel, anything
all feeling has passed away, passed and gone
limp I feel like a rag doll, unable to move
my mind screams for my members to stir, but
I’m Numb

Blackness Hides
Wind Cuts
Cold Pierces
Falling Scared
Numbness flashes, yet I see
A Light

The black turns to grey and the shadows lengthen
I can see my surroundings as they emerge from the dark.
Like a mist being removed from my eyes, I slowly adjust
and gather my bearings, thoughts roll and flow,
like a river flowing in the night I see the stones of my cage
moving along like feelings worn down with light, water
I cannot discern where they move, be it up or down.
The light becomes greater and warmth touches my skin
with the light comes more discernment and I see direction.
I know not from where the movement comes
but as the shadows become dimmer I see that I am traveling
moving, not falling. I see a purpose and the light is brighter
I am falling, with a purpose, towards the flood, lighting lighter, falling.

The wind flows through my hair and soul
the light becomes my covering
I’m enraptured by this glorious warmth and
though I’m still turning, though my feet don’t touch
the ground is far down and I never want to move away from
this Life.

Light permeates my flesh and in the life it radiates a beauty
a glow touches my eyes and sparkles, the stars I see
though the light is great, a kindness reflects in my heart
as this glory fills my very soul, rivers of new wash me anew
and pull me up from my death, and depth.
I still have no control over my limbs, my equilibrium stirs
control is in the hands of not I, yet a peace washes.
I see not where I am going, though my senses fail me I will
only ever hope in this bright, light, hope.

Friday, February 13, 2009


Like a whisper of a kiss
your tender touch breathes into me
an incomprehensible joy of 
excited minds and hearts flutter

Dreams fly on the wings of a thought
in the half light of morning we dwell
always in this place of wonder and new dawn
our surroundings are beautiful... because we are beautiful.


Thursday, February 12, 2009


Eyes speak louder than
Eyes speak volumes of 
Eyes give gifts greater than
Eyes give more than you know.
Your Eyes. 

A deep pool, depths unknown
yet the gravity of the deep is bathed in soft light
sparkling like a hundred million stars
falling from the night into a forest of lights
Your Eyes.

like a dewy voice whispering of truth
liquid light in a goblet of silk
like water runs over stones so smooth
Your eyes speak thus to mine.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009


Words speak louder than
your words speak louder
than words, spoken loudly
speak softly to me...

Whispered gently in my ear
your words travel like a song 
on a breath of wind, that tends my heart
so your voice to me I long.

Fluttering dear,
my heart it sings
to hear your words to me.