Leave me
Bad timing
Filterless funnymen
Ghosts of the most awful prose
Wash me
Rhythm of mine
Gleeful girl-woman
Eyes on the here and the now
Find me
In universe perfect metre
Simple-hearted simpleman
Helpless and helpmeet alike
Leave me
Bad timing
Filterless funnymen
Ghosts of the most awful prose
Wash me
Rhythm of mine
Gleeful girl-woman
Eyes on the here and the now
Find me
In universe perfect metre
Simple-hearted simpleman
Helpless and helpmeet alike
You came to my heart
As a pinpoint white light
You said “You’re Welcome.”
She isn’t finished
Meanwhile, I’ll celebrate her
She always wows them
She has a story
A true tale of scars and love
She is of the deep
Though you know your words won’t change the truth
You’ll utter them, won’t you
When bitter honesty, rained down with lightning’s splendor
Ought leave you speechless
Why the hope-filled hollow, a fathom deep and wide
Which dwarfs you -why the denial
When with empty hands and learned heart, you realize
Your faith was fated after all
Things are not what we thought
And in the morning, we wake and learn
Nothing is as we were told
Either
This was all spin
Swinging, as a tired disco ball
Except
There is that standing truth
Upright and all
Vertically oriented
Waving at us in this bad wind:
Let go
Let go
At the same time, love it all
Does it seem sensual?
What else could cause you
To cast off your clothes,
To peel away as if parched
The years of you and me
Of we? On your way
To some other’s carefree closet?
Nevertheless, there’ll not be a Day
In which I won’t want
This old coat to cling ever so tight.
That a burdened bird
Landed firm upon a branch
Proves that I can breathe
What is the loveliest thing
I Am thatWho is the most humble One
I Am HeWhere does the Earth need the Sky
I Am thereThe way we must live to fight well
I Am howThe reason that they will hear hope
I Am whyThe now to remember your strength
I Am when
Of the Love professed
I’ve no cause to stake a claim
On its battlefield
No heart involved
No
It is the skin
It is the thick and the tender
That the blind won’t abide
That the visionary won’t avoid
The rough and the soft
The sweat, the tears, the blood
Which ought run free
Which prove the day-in and day-out
To beautify that veneer
To strengthen the hearts involved