Balance
11/25/2017
I am a simpleton
This I know
You are above my class
This too, I know
But, in this state
I have the advantage
Being that
You love me too+
Be close to me
11/25/2017
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder
But when your breath is on my neck
I have you wrapped closely
My heart does not wont
Do not linger, nor tarry
Unless by my side
Be hasty in your return
For my heart longs for you
Please come back to me
Your joy is infectious
Missing you is like the blankets torn away on a cold morning
I want you in your nook
My oasis
11/10/2017
There are things that I cannot change
The broken shards of life that sting
Like nettles around my heart
Infecting my attitude
Reflected in my prickly disposition
You are my desert flower
Bountiful beacon of beauty
In less-than-friendly environs
The sweet pear fruit of the cactus
I find my sustenance in your eyes
You water my soul and revitalize it
From a natural spring of goodness
My splinters glom over in your dew
I hope to wear an amber coat
To shield from future fractition
In the wind
09/27/2017
When the wind whispers
I hear many things
Mostly, I relive the past
Those sotto voce notes that hide
But when the wind whispers
You envelop me
I feel tomorrow, now
In your smile I find fate
The whispers in the dark
Are the same as in the light
So no matter what happens at night
I have your whispers
In the wind you find me
There I find my peace
Because my heart listens
When you whisper into the wind
Peek
09/16/2017
Your eyes can be better
Than cloudless blue skies
On mornings waking next to you
Half-awake and comatose
I force myself
To at least one open eye
As the Sandman hangs heavy
To see the fortunate peek
I am blissfully afforded
Into heaven
Golden treasures
05/09/2017
My simple black V-neck
Seems to attract your golden threads
Just friendly reminders of you
And so I value them as treasures
Appearing randomly in unexpected places
Like gems out of nowhere
You are an alchemist’s dream
free fall
01/19/2012
I was pushed out
the ripcord failed
the safety denied hope
suspended like a particle in a bog
here I fall slowly towards my fate
to rest among the other debris
forgotten decomposing leaf
or am I frog feces
either way, I will be indistinguishable
forced out to lay among the mire
when I come to, it will feel like terminal velocity stopped
by jagged rocks or perhaps a metal rod
until then I fly alone in free fall
looking at my unfortunate fate
Clinging to the pain
01/17/2012
Not a moment passes that I am not reminded of you
A news story or a benign song on the radio
Make me recall our many good times
Each time the stitches of my severed heart are torn out
Causing your absence to be newly relived
I am told there will be a time when that won’t happen
That sanity is far away and unwanted
This pain is the last that remains of you in my life
And if that’s all I get, let me cling to it a while longer
It will be like your sweet perfume lingering on my clothes
My body is rejecting your loss
I cannot eat or sleep, defying the reason of life
Time floats by in consistent ticks of the clock
But I am frozen in that moment when it became a reality
The shock is paralyzing to my core
That debilitating stagnation is all I have
And when it goes away, I’m afraid of the void
Will I implode or explode?
I suppose these are worries for another time
Before the court
09/01/2011
The jury is out and my judgement carried with them
I cannot go back the way I came
Will I be accompanied or escorted to the door?
Behind both options of enlaced arms writhes uncertainty
The Judge awaits, too, the decision on His jester
He has seen me before His court in many capacities
Today, as lowly as a humbled man can fall
I am assured that Justice will be served
My days have taught me little of Justice
A blindfolded damsel wielding a broadsword liberally
It seems as though Her blade only maimes but never capitulates
Let them eat cake.
Shell of life
07/29/2011
My grandmother used to sprinkle egg shells in her garden
Composting in her own way
Giving back to her little patch
Today I feel broken
Shattered and questioning myself
Decartian decomposition of my own shell
Behind the shroud of the mirror
In my brokenness waits one solitary hope
That I may fertilize the beautiful garden around me, too