Posted by admin on March 13, 2012
A little bit that none can share
A little place that is nowhere
A little bit inside of me
A little place where I am free
That’s the bit most will never see
That’s the place only I can flee
That’s the bit that hides all my cares
In the place my “friends” can’t tear
If you want to visit this place
You will have to look past my face
Past the frown, past the laughing smile
—open your hidden place a while
Only then can I look at you
Only then can you look at me
Only then we begin to see
And love the flaws that make us true
Posted by admin on March 12, 2012
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
(The Hobbit)
It devours all—my heart included—
Or would— if my heart
didn’t belong to a flower
stronger than steel,
more beautiful than any queen.
It gnaws at my heart—an ache—
Like a silent wish
but a dream of certainty
stronger than any steel
of a ruby-lipped queen.
Grinding my heart—a millwheel—
Churning along faithfully
because a simple’s faith
lifts my eyes to heaven
where I seek my queen.
This devourer also lifts—my heart—
builds, creates, unites—
my patient heart and hand
with the hand of a queen.
Posted by admin on March 11, 2012
Sometimes another power
Sends a thunderbolt
Slamming into a quiet hour.
A heart skips, flips until sense
Drips back into numbed limbs.
Then the shock subsides,
Sometimes slow as sands
Eroding in dry lands,
Breath invades unwilling lungs
And we decide.
We do what must be done.
Face, unwillingly, the foe
Until true love has won.
Posted by admin on February 18, 2012
Strip’t back the years of disdain,
A merry fountain rises beneath my skin;
Where once scars of vex’d indifference Burned like boils,
a new kind countenance licks the wounds left by anger’s wasted lashes.
I rise, a phoenix, from tibulation’s ashes.
Posted by admin on January 21, 2012
A principle dictating impossibility
For the mouse who builds her house
In the upturned fields
Of God’s creation.
The fog that blinds the treachery
Planned for me by my own heart
Beneath golden dreams
Of temptation.
A pen or pixel – keystroke beneath
Glaring LED – drops hopes
Hurriedly for tomorrow
Of absolution.
The colored page steady time reveals
Is blank for another long hour
That brings no assurance
Of resolution.
Another power comes – not lightly –
To shed brilliant heat
On the crumbled ashes
Of dejection.
A voice whispers, a call pleasantly
Promises peace; I hear
Soft sweet songs – promises
Of inspiration.
Posted by admin on January 13, 2012
In the mirror a monster stares
At an unfamiliar world–
Full of tears born of steel claws,
Needle fangs and acid tongue–
Born of a naive nightmare
In a bacchanalian rage
Under the cold stars of selfishness,
Between the sheets of pride.
This mirror beast glowers
At a repentant heart.
Does the beating blood
Carry the strength of change?
Does the beating blood
Echo only past lies?
This heart, this brain–twisted
In confused wires–needs hope.
True blood, do not fail
To turn this loathsome Hyde.
Posted by admin on January 4, 2012
Forever.
A day plus a day plus infinity.
Happiness, bliss, one day
rolls from joy to joy, merrily.
Forever.
But longing, ingratitude, spite -
these vampiric voices
bleed out the happy night.
Forever.
An infinity of pleasure,
An eternity of horror,
Which do you choose?
Forever.
The mind’s eye sees
the illusions it creates,
your view of eternity.
Posted by admin on November 9, 2011
E
Effort
The time and energy spent
Pursuing an invisible dream
M
Meaningful
What happens when the energy
Creates opportunity
Builds relationships
Meaningful Effort
Making the invisible
Visible
In ways that matter
Posted by admin on November 6, 2011
running from rain in the shadows
calling to the sun from the earth
searching the dank for fleeting heat
breathing naught but mold
you pause
breathless
before plunging again
again
again
into the swirling ache
where dreams slip into hate
Posted by admin on October 30, 2011
Pips passing in the night
Bump into the past;
Jar future’s old fright.
A dollar today –
Tomorrow a cent –
Saving for future’s stay.
Bombs far away
Spread gruesome light;
Sent here to erase.
