Cascading stars
Not falling stars
Nor momentary shooting stars
Night fireflies
Not fly-by-nights
Nor echoes in the dead of night
Not half-attempts at anything
Nor abstract things
Just real things
Artist Credit: Tiger R.; at various ages
Tag Archives: heart
If Not Epic, Nothing
A mistake
Of epic, inhuman error
That looks more like betting the house on a whim
Than burning the breakfast toast
As if the gods had prodded
While I, fresh out of faith, felt forced to obey
Lest my heart be finally ripped from me
And my body thrown down the temple stairs
The Cost
Herald horizon’s glow
The coming home
The glory of the toil
The warm haven waiting
For only you
And, because I once loved
I did, I know!
My heart breaks for you
Who’ll count the cost
To leave on heart lights
To stoke the soul’s fire
Who’ll sleep so alone
Trespass
The sky must roll its eyes
“Oh, her again,”
As I send up well-wishes and adoration
Devotions that rightfully belong to you
But it’s either release my heart’s secrets heavenward
Or keep them from the beautiful light of day
As your ears are off-limits
And I won’t trespass to love
Point On The Globe
Meet me here, this point on the globe, to see what we must see
There is a hill, there is a kiss, and an eye color I need to prove
On that certain uncertain sidewalk, you seemed as a giant then
In need of you, but I, with no mind to know or mouth to speak
Say our peace now, lest forces drive us our separate ways
Bring your hearted treasures -I’ll save them with you, this time
And so it is today, yet more, to hold a whole lifetime again
Charter: A Haiku
Give me back my heart
Pretend I didn’t write it
Say it was the clouds
(Olympic Rings; Squaw Valley, Lake Tahoe, CA)
Busted
I wonder if my eyes weren’t broke
Had they not spent their last red cent
Denying warning flags and the like
What would I see instead of circles
Sad, red circles, dark cycles
Looking like pendulums and roller coasters
Would I see I’ve chased my tail
Someone else’s short-sighted plans
And not at all my own red heart
Clark
You were spoiling me, delivering the morning news to my doorstep
Changing headlines to all that I needed to read, nothing less
You were educating me, either that or reprogramming my heart
Carrying its weight for free, lightening the burden of beating again
You were reminding me of me, the me I was and am and cannot never be
Speaking life into an atrophied smile, why’d you die?
Goodbye Convention
Disallowed to feel; love or lust or hope or trust, this is how I feel.
Discouraged to want; kindness, presence, endless laughter, this is what I want.
Disinclined to think; hope is dead, no heart, all head, that’s no way to think. 
Aim
When she opined
I laughed
Thinking she’d learn she was wrong
In due time
She’d find her heart’s desire
Actualized after all
Now her recant
I hear it
Arriving soon from some distance
But this time
I’ll find her prophesied words
Unmistakably meant for me
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