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
Tag Archives: Poetry
Thoroughfare
So I sing
So you see me
So you wonder
Should you sing too
So?
Function and Form
Maybe I had to fall
Probably I needed the thief
Or the cries of the world
Sound too distant to me
I’m sure my role was to sink
Made for the dark of the deep
So when at last I ascend
I’ll know to bring others with me
Constitution
It might’ve been
The late-early hour
The exhausted eyes
The headache
But the words had a heartbeat
The page was breathing
“Believe”
I remembered I went and read to her
Her Cinderella stories that ruined my mind
But made hers fly
I believed
My presence, my words, my faith
Held power
I was taught to believe,
And I damn well believed
Their poison would bring her back
She’d remember
Wake up
And fly back to me
“Believe”
A whisper to me in the mid of Night
Made my feet fly
I believed
I knew that this faith
Held power
Out the door
To his side
To tell of The story
How we need not fear
He’ll wake up
He’ll fly back to us
In each moment
It is said
Possibility lives, breathes and flies
I must play The Realist
And tell the Story
That holds power
You can’t claim
A single truth
Unless you first Believe
To you then, license inures
Hope wakes up
And flies back to you
Alicia
Freckle-faced girl in the rainbow coat
Pretty
Riddled
Porcelain heart
You other girls with the unkind curls
Why, why
Won’t you
Make her a part
She is my friend and she shares her coat
What cost
You cause
Her eyes cast down
She found her smile in another place
My friend
She’s gone
A foreign town
Boy
Lightning but no thunder
Your far-away eyes and empty footsteps
My midnight eyes, too full and true blue
Were they?
Open Window
I see the bricked wall
Mortared with steel
You guide my eye to a secret passage
I see a wasteland
But when I kneel
You speak of wonderland waiting for me
I see starvation
Stones for my meal
You reach out to me with my daily bread
I see the grey rain
No hope to feel
You fly white flowers in front of my eyes
Five Stages
What will it look like?
Why -and all the grief that it carries-
Wished into a million fragments
Then swept away with the clouds
When the kind Summer air has its way?
I think relief
Northern Comfort
Pray, where be the ends of the Earth
Will my wheels take me there
In the rain
On this, the blackest of nights
If not
Will due North
True North
Comfort me, ever again
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