I Liked Your Poem

This brought me to my heart’s knees! For those of you who haven’t read it yet, this is how I feel about WordPress. Thank you for these divine words, Mark.

 

my miscellaneous thoughts and creativity

You were born, my god.

One day you learned the sounds,

you vocalized your need.

You grew, you played, you fell.

You wrote curvy words in school.

Something happened, maybe once.

It may have been chronic,

it may have been enough

to change you forever.

It may have been enough

to push you off the edge.

You may have seen the blood,

you may have kissed

a cold face, for the last time.

You may have offered everything,

you may have emptied yourself.

And there you stood

with the tangled mess

of imaginary paths and

muddled memories, consuming you.

Your anguish was killing you,

but your face buried it alive.

You were numb.

But, you were born again, my love.

One day, a soul sat by you, and

cracked your shell.

Another clenched your mind.

Later, another ravaged your pain.

Such succulent words they devised.

You were not alone.

You…

View original post 222 more words

keeping score

IMG_20160409_161239033_HDR.jpg

While I was pondering¬†if I really wanted to use “splinter” as a metaphor,

(as my mind is trying really hard

to duct tape the ones in my head together, because

well

duct tape),

the unthinkable happened.

I leaned back on that comfortable wooden bench down at the river…

But I refuse to be bitter.

This song is for you, Murphy.

(I am not normally a Guy Sebastian fan but I love this. Music starts at 1.10)

pretty sure my mouth is shoe shaped

 

so, is it my mouth

or my soul

shaped this way?

 

or is mind

in sibling rivalry

with heart?

 

vying for the approval

of discordant voices,

the lens of reality¬†between –

cracked,

distorting blood.

 

I look at the music

pooling at my feet-

the beauty of its reflection

tearing my comprehension,

sweetly serenading me

from the red of the truth.

 

what I meant to say

vessel_sinking_s

I’ve shared Steve’s work before, but if you missed it last time, check him out. I love his work. It’s unique and intriguing and beautiful. Plus, he’s funny. ūüôā

inconstant light

vessel_sinking_s

coloration
Colors round the clock
and I await the pale hour,
cohesive integration.
I listen     beat     my heart     breathe     my breath,
call dullness meditation,
by contrast grey becomes another shadow.

pink anodic glows
I flew to other times in zones,
tinted suns, ascendant vectors,
daylight saving lost,
neon tubes with unequilibrated
electron swarms,
their flickering hypnotics in gaudy
oscillation.

View original post 138 more words

what the heck do I know?

DSC00778

The older I get, the less I know.

Here’s what I do know

(and I’m not taking this opportunity to wax short and clumsily about my faith. ¬†ūüôā )

sometimes

there isn’t a deeper meaning

sometimes

the layers are on the same plane

(as plain

as the nose on your face,

which kind of begs a comical observation, but I’m not digressing)

unzip your paranoia for a moment

and maybe I will too

but I’m pretty sure yours will take longer

so I’ll give you a head start

because

I know there are layers…

(I don’t know all the lyrics, I normally hear it as, “dang dang dang better the less you know, happy beats, life is pain let’s laugh and dance anyway”…)

I won’t lie, a really hard decision.

once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away… (conjured up in the way only music can)

~*~

this lullaby

worming through

my inner peace

back to you

outline distant

filled by haze

most revealing

undone by gaze

of yours intense

godlike you neared

your hand outstretched

my heart was speared

to closest wall

I could not move

your beauty stunned

my mind approved

while nodding no

I would not take

the welcome gift

intoxicate

from just one glance

your “gift” unneeded

unparalleled

a voice I heeded

my own in fact

from pains endured

no gift for me

moment un cured

because you stared

in disbelief

no one said no

to such a thief

of all young hearts

you backed away

our eyes were locked

nothing to say

we met all night

in our un meeting

my sorrow carved

in bliss so fleeting

the black of sky

lulled me to dreams

rooftop romance

just me and beams

starbeams, that is…

 

 

 

“choirs of stars appearing…”

The gifts you leave behind

there are no words for,

this bouquet of memories

leaves a scent of a doorway

to concertina-d time,

where I’d wake in the night

so gently enveloped

by the musical dreams

of a fellow insomniac,

composing your art on piano,

transposing your sight onto canvas,

our hearts

pressed up against the glass in wonder

at our endless sight.

But the only glass that reveals now

is filling

with the ends of sand.