Tag: poet

prison of heart

July 17, 2018 · 2 Comments ·

moments hang grossly upon the
thick and humid air,
memories
coded in sounds that dangle
furtively in front of me….

would that my fingers could pluck
these remembrances out of the ether
and objectively turn them
around and around
in my hand
until I could exact the last from them
and finally let them go…

alas, the night doesn’t allow for sleep
and the noise that plays
within my heart, taunting me,
escapes my grasp-

So I wait on the very edge of thought
For release
From the prison
that houses my heart

way to light

July 16, 2018 · Leave a comment ·

The sorrow is dark and utter
As if you’re sinking into yourself
Your eyes fall inward and behind
And the light hides

Collapsing like a wave function
Your darkness is overtaking
And you’ve given up the back
That used to carry you through

I sense so little hope in your arms
As they settle at your sides
Your spirit hangs softly from your spine
Within the warmth of our embrace

Would that I could pull the sorrow
From your chest and swallow it
Whole, so as to be rid of this evil
And find love

Though you carry such pain
Your heart is but yours to heal
Though I try to provide comfort
Within yourself is the way to light

silent memos

July 13, 2018 · Leave a comment ·

messages linger upon the dusty waves
of time, without structure or form-
and yet, contain such beauty of meaning
such that to pull one single silent memo
from the air would be to connect with divine…
these invisible notes left by our-selves
to be found when the time is right
and the mood is fine
oh to give my heart over to these wanderings of
wisdom…
what more could i do to open these
ears of mine to see the truth that lingers
just outside my view?

burdens

July 13, 2018 · 1 Comment ·

would that i could cry tears of pain
from my soul
just to release the heavy water
that hangs my heart so low….
i would line the sky with thunder clouds
to let the heavens roar
and rain pour down- until this
sorrow was released
from the very depths of me…
Oh to be a cloud that could just let go-
these burdens- how they haunt me so

nothing is the same

July 13, 2018 · Leave a comment ·

swollen with the remnants of wine
from last night, this heavy head
moves through the morning slow
and uncertain
what was that you said? things aren’t
what they’ve seemed and your heart
isn’t as constant as you’ve led me to
believe…
the world is turning, and now i’m flipped
onto this aching head
left to make sense of all of this
while you quietly remove your heart
from the conversation…
fear invades the corners of my soul
i guess in the end i gave up control
nothing is the same anymore

love’s nectar

July 12, 2018 · 3 Comments ·

insecure and longing devotion
love lingers just on the edge of the heart
hoping that fickle feeling might remain steady;
while reason, stalwart and cold,
lines the boundaries of the mind with doubt

ahh… the sweet pangs of emotion
love’s nectar that can taste so tart

ashamed

July 12, 2018 · Leave a comment ·

this cold heart feels nothing-
hidden behind walls of shame
and disdain
it lingers only to see the suffering
that mirrors it’s own
and the disgust it feels for weakness
is only matched by the disgust
it feels for itself
there’s nothing to be gained
by trying to love a thing as cool
as death itself
it’s cruelty knows no end
for it matches that which it knows…
ashamed

rivers

July 12, 2018 · Leave a comment ·

tears rolled down the mountain
cutting a way through trees and
debris
as if an unstoppable pain forged
these snaking rivers…
and the stars watched in disdain
as the birds sang in the distance

what if?

July 11, 2018 · Leave a comment ·

what is left when you remove the
sun from the sky?
do stars provide heat to comfort the soul
or are they just cold light shining
in darkness?
would the moonlight hold such sway
if the burning sun were not
her mighty foil?
am i anything without you?
oh! to be rid of these ponderous thoughts
that plague my mind so…

notes of love