What comes from me, is me.
Not painted on a shadow,
A dressed up disguise.
No, not a second guess;
Not a pressured belief.
I’m a moment of you,
In a moment of me.
Unafraid of my love
That makes you love me,
Unafraid of my love
That makes me…
Don’t make me love you.
This is bare feet
And worn hardwood floors.
Cracks and light footsteps.
Hands on night noises.
And your warmth tight against me.
Don’t make me love you
In spite all I can see.
The lonely gray wisdom
That circles this city.
I’m an unbent lover,
A sea that floats.
You can’t imagine
Where your love finds my star;
A lighthouse for the stranger
That makes me in love you
To make you to me be.
Month: March 2014
Heart and Death (day 1040)
Today I go into beyond,
Parting heavy gates.
Closed last season.
Battling;
Clear.
Never understanding
This strong grip.
What lifted my spirits
Above swords so sharp,
To plunge back down
Into death so brown.
Here I grow
Beyond my heart.
Alert and
Lost to earth.
Bound with opal strings
I gaze into my holder.
Eyes so strong.
Until I smooth clean off
Like rolling fog,
Smothering my choice.
Unearthed (day 1039)
I let her in:
Unearthed,
Unkempt and
Exposed.
Spending
Little moments
Holding eyes,
Leaving
Impressions.
Revealing
Innards
To a raw edge:
Scraping dry
Lost causes.
Parallel (day 1038)
For wisdom I spoke
To guide my voice
Leaving traces
Of my spent truths
Parallel
To my shaking heart
Hello Lover (day 1037)
It’s not easy when you look that way
When you share that way
When you turn and face me straight on
Eye to eye
And whisper to my soul
With those pretty blues
Pulled low with last night’s lashes
“Hello lover.”
The Crow (day 1036)
The crow looked at me
And I said: who?
To which he replied:
I never knew.
My path was left
Over it I scrambled
Into the night,
And left my calling
The Art of Forgetting (day 1035)
Even visitors don’t bring lost songs
As they wipe their muddy shoes
At my open doors.
Like angels losing faith
I roam from here to you.
Along my back door, trails:
Straight out from here,
Switch crossing deeper into the woods.
I catch your disguise
Lost in my naked eyes.
Because I don’t know the answer.
I don’t know why we laugh
At birds feeding hungry.
I don’t know why I hear you
When you think long and
Deep into hollow’s eve
Flickering against the softness.
To catch me is your effort I praise;
Perhaps my missing piece,
My soul’s mate.
But long dropped baskets
Keeps staring at me.
Sepulcher (day 1034)
Wildflowers come again
Waiting hot sun out of day
Tangling with Earth’s decay
Into our last abomination,
Our last sepulcher,
That carries discarded memories
[Written upon mountainous walls]
Forever, for there is no end.
My Old Eyes (day 1033)
I want to stand with my old eyes
Facing the wind
Because I know distance
Shed after lonely nights,
Long long slow lines
From symphonies choir,
And my lovers second name
Echoing through my mind.
My old eyes decide.
My old eyes decide.
My old eyes decide
That I’m to have no shame,
And long night remains the same.
For how long?
For how long.
To which the choir stepped up
And out with my saving grace.
But all still remains,
And the wind blows my name.
The Last of My Soul (day 1032)
For the last of my soul
Lingered between barnacles,
To which, much to my dismay,
Spread blood amongst salty bubbles
Relocating my healthy initiative
– Re-digesting my acquired taste –
Into little bits of fish-bait.
My conscience flittered
Into spraying mist
Diving deep to discover
The last of my soul