Memoriam

Joy now found and yet unmatched
for days have passed I'm wanting
breathe your life to dying heart
revived from absence's haunting.
Do you see the flowers breathe
or winds drink rain for thirst,
believe the dryness of my day
your waterfall reversed.
For seems as if this dealing blow
now dealt in separation,
told of death when none were left
now comes it's confirmation.
Still holding tight to glancing dreams
they stay my pulse remain,
until my friends we meet again
and fall our hearts like rain.

Reuniting

Life that love surpasses
truth and hope it must endure,
honesty in knowing this
and bliss in so much more.
We all belong now to this minute
kissing breeze that cools the senses,
hugs that seem to squeeze out life
and tears that drop defenses.

Apart We're Still Writing...

Consummation of elation
childlike hearts like books conveying,
changing smiles and times and styles
from black to blue to graying.
Ever present longing
for acceptance from our masses,
time turns still from sands that spill
fell leaves and browning grasses.
Always promised one more dance
as hope to heart brings yearning
makes every mile seem all worth while
and keeps our pages turning.

Your Midnight Crashing Down

Deep exhale to slowly veil
gain time and gain composure
betray displace that wanton face
replace the heart's exposure
As lightning struck our lips conduct
I taste you on my tongue
pulling close your skin envokes
an end to what's begun
Enraptured for a minutes more
explore to find that tingle
where dreams collide and hearts confide
and sweat and skin do mingle
Gift and curse for which is worse
the thrill or coming closure
of missing hearts and breaking parts
deep breath and veiled composure.

A Stormy Heart

Alone in silenced morning
paired up candles flicker glow
staged to test at his behest
impressed this ebb and flow
Pulsing and forbidding
knowing nothing but to rage
and endless show of which we know
plays not our pens to page.
Dull and gray and haunting
daunting power unrelented
can't control what must unfold
second glance come unrepented
Tearing through a dusky hue
come fast bide not your warning
paired up candles flicker glow
alone in silenced morning.

Sinner Serenading

Sinner serenading
biding back on wasted time,
morning come my vows undone
defeated by design.
Complicated battle
foggy heart to fading eyes,
laughter gone did once condone
reflect and realize.
Daily dose to worth expose
the truth of weaker water,
walking sheep on hills so steep
slide back into the slaughter.
Is it day enough today
or to me come forever night,
a sinner serenading
contemplating wrong and right.

In the Clutches of Our Crutches

Creativity is dead and gone
upon it leaned my crutch
Not mattered far in falling
so forth, so on, and such
Rely not dry from pen to eye
a moments satisfaction
words my savored sweet release
then why this swift reaction
Restless heart glued come apart
to nothingness in pieces
simple art from broken heart
expressed in ink releases
Hidden deep and swallowed
hollowed echoes come unswept
house of my disorder
from my self allusion kept
Do we see the inner me
when held by holy hands
to the pen rebuke our sin
and bend to our commands
Wretched crutch creative
such as those and such as this
cast into our fiery hearts
for passion's warm abyss
In this heart again to start
a bottomless pit of burning
match into a raging fire
desire consumed returning
Embered flame once used for gain
gained nothing more than penning
against my self my own self crutch
appears I have been sinning
Talent now to self avow
begrudge this heart no more
Certain flows have come to know
the crutch I'm clutching for