Tag Archives: personal

What’s on my mind?

flavors of love

passionate

eyes closed

screaming love

taking over

sensibilities

emotions

thoughtless love

over the edge

walking the plank

set me on fire

dangerous love

youthful

wild careening

bucking

evasive love

but what if

that is not

love?

hard work

choosing other

abandoning self

wrap around me

boring routine

complete love

sign me up

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Peculiar Storm

047

sitting in slot canyon

waiting for the light

feeling loss & worry

long has been the night

camping here in silence

hidden from all sight

playing the day over

as if the past won’t bite

tears come in a rainfall

walls, they seem so tight

weeping needs to end soon

extravagance of blight

storms on the horizon

losing at this fight

need to turn around soon

try with all my might


Forest in the Bathroom

there’s a forest in the bathroom

where thoughts are getting lost

and a chapel in the bedroom

where understanding drifts aloft

while stumbling down the hallway

where quiet souls are set to drift

the meadow in the front room is

where many moods will meet to lift

sitting at the wellspring dining table

where communing seems most fit

glancing towards the humble kitchen

where the dreams will now be swift


Silk Thread

how cliche to be on a thin line

but aren’t we all?

spin, bounce, weave, unravel

entangled, forlorn

he knew that he could not fly

spinning lifeline 

hoping for a complete end

bouncing lifeline

the struggle just multiplied

weaving lifeline

thwarted death choices

unraveling lifeline

band of struggling youth

entangled lifeline

lonely in a crowded room

forlorn lifeline

welcome to the rest of the story

life on a line

 

 

 


kaleidoscope (revisited)

Yesterday I fractured

when a stranger looked right at me

not through me

as those who know me sometimes do

it felt odd to exist for a person

that has no history of me

I split into pieces in my effort to hide

avoiding ownership of fragments

but somehow he found me

now it is difficult not to be honest

these pieces look pretty in the light

but shattered remnants cannot walk through the dark


Family Values

lying in wait was more tolerable than lying in worry

watching for her to peer around the corner

sprinkling sparkling remnants to be crafted into

something, anything

pretending that words could matter on a screen to

someone, anyone

but the visits became more sparse

returning me to words that drift on air from

one ear, another ear

leaving me wondering if ownership exists

when attitudes are hurled like a storm

nobody recording the cold temperature of rejections

or the burn of a verbal punch landed on another

denial the likely outcome of useless confrontation

and the mantra, buzzing in my head

“what other people think of me is none of my business”

so less so should their shenanigans towards one another be mine

or is that true

do you ever stop mothering, do they cease to be your child

I am old enough to know that ridicule is a beast

in the pocket of the unleasher

how do I convey that to a young man

that is trying to trust, trying to love

in a world where even those closest to you

disappoint


Craigslist Anonymity

standing at an asphalt junction

with a stranger that filled every space with himself

I gave the wrong answer.

What do I do?

I love, nurture, create

I cook, hike, bike

I breathe fast, I breathe slow

I plan, I’m spontaneous

I change my mind

I think, revel, stew

I love big, huge, and small

I discover, hide, ignore

I leave space for others because I know that I exist

no need to prove it by filling all of your space

What do I do?

I live

on purpose, without purpose

I laugh more than I cry

reflect within, reflect without

the mirror is ME

the mirror is YOU

we live

I dance

with rolling hips and laughing heart