Come in I say
Come in
You’re welcome in this place
Take my extended hand
Uneasy though your breath
Walk through my humbled door
Need you ask for more and more and more
I’ll find it in my strength
Or pull from my box of blessings
And share
Tag Archives: Poetry
Fleeing me
I didn’t believe blue was blue
I couldn’t conceive true was true
I deem the conclusions I drew
As blinded by hope’s dusty hue
Countenance
I know
It’s going
To feel it
Amazing
Awe-some
And all
Cliche
Drip-drip
Drip-drop
Drop by drop
Going away
Where trust went
I can wonder and wish and curse it all
But I cannot afford afraid
Loiter Longing
‘Tis better to sleep
Or sleep walk
Than to walk
Through that lonely ol’ door
Anymore
Dawg
Up in years now
Am I correct or does the grey belie
And with each passing, Day
You touch me more
You phase me
Damned you
Touch me less
Take your sixth sense elsewhere
untitled spaces
And it stings
The shouldn’t be absent
The wouldn’t but for black words
The couldn’t care less
stroke
Guess what the desert will teach
The rain is not tragic
The harsh has its pleasures
The mirage not the goal
I can trek on and on
they say
On my horizon
A distant world
Playing outFuschia
Shifting
ToweringFrighteningly compelling me
Telling me
Only clouds
sunrise utterances
Unfathomable beauty.
My eyes have no right.
How do You do that?
Where’s my Real camera?
(honestly, never mind)
Goodness GRACIOUS!
They used to worship *that?*Thank you Lord.
Thank you Lord.
Thank you Lord.
fifty now
I know in hushed song
Century-old wood floors will herald in new dancers
Learned souls, unphased by farewells and long shadows and dusk
Owning eyes unwilling to shade out the blinding unknown of each new dawn
And the lies of lavender walls will be a thing for the past
