Will we try and strive
Will the wind bend backwards
To tell you of the point
What you know
As plain and keen
As the nose on your face
To love this life
Tag Archives: Life
Time-Life Continuum
Come with me I'm
One of those kind
I won't mind
If you need
To float a bit I'll
Be with you should you
Dawdle
I know these parts
Each side of my heart
Resolutely resolved
To remain uncured and
To come with you
Ode To You
You might be the one
In cement there
At the bottom of the steep, steep ascent
Holding on for dear life wondering
Can I?
You might be the one
Under dark skies here
Unable to navigate or follow through
Pining for your sea legs
What then?
You might be the one
Overcome now
Thoughts of what could go, may go, wrong
Aching and afraid, wishing
If only?
Ascend and see
Look far and smell the salt air
Breathe deep and find
You might be the one
Learned
Some men can do no more
She, not you, is the one
He, ethereal in April
He was present in May
He stiff-armed you in June & July
Accept this toughest of truths
She will become the one
He danced elsewhere in April
He was absent in May
He spat you poison in June & July
Accept that he’s long done his worst
Such men can do no more
You In Mind
Once over her threshold
There was none of the fanciful
Nothing intricate evident
You thought
You’d expected to find woven, sugary things
Designed with you in mind
To draw your eye and the rest of you
Toward her
You’d hoped to see open, airy spaces
Undefined and to your liking
That you’d envision yourself there
For good
How shocking the sole, dusty cobweb
Strewn and hiding across the ceiling
The boxes of dreams on bookshelves and….
The bed
Such horror the shut-tight windows
Shushing provocative talk
The exotic stashed away in drawers
The hollow
Had you not left, but lingered
With utmost courage, stayed to dig, to see
What permanence revealed, what life!
What joy
living also
Diseased or dormant
Standing sedentary
Feeling as an aside
You close your eyes
And think
For what purpose
Close them a beat longer
And know
For shade from oppression
A homebase for weary wings
The very air
And nourishment to live another day
Yes, we’re all dying
But like you, living also
“It’s A Good Face.”
Thank you for the souls
Who let their hair grow
Who don’t fail to show
Who’d never fear to know
Who smile with the flow
Who, despite dark, go
And wear yellow sunglasses
Death By Media
Miss me, please
And promise me too
That you’ll not miss me too much
Wonder of me
And when time permits
Step out and send me a note
I am convinced
Life holds far more
Meaning than can be shared here
Dine with me
Come find with me
The world uncurated, hope
Wanted Alive: A Haiku
As I capture you
Your wild brother rejoices
My songbird, my love
Baton
There’s neither pressure
Nor something to prove
What purpose the drum
Why the brass, you ask
The warmth ‘neath your hand
Keeping most perfect time
The cool clarity
Holds your crystalline mind
The team of the two
If they will become friends
A life-force
That will deliver you
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