Friday, November 29, 2013

silence...

my silence, from not seeing, not setting, not wanting my set, landing her direction, such weather calms the waves within my tongue... her swell falls, draws, the sand closer, grounds with my darkness in each of, and....every days end forecast.... my own possibility of catching a moon glowing down and surrounding my feeble sun....it has begun the speak of her motion stalls.......tides scrape bloody sand out to sea...gone.....yet aware... that watered and salty blood creates a new line...born from struggle...one strong...right...without riddle......

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

rhythm of life......

my loving lines....across eyes so gentle but hurting...loving for something...loving within them...loving for rhythm.....
I want to write you as a poem....soft, floating, desired, descriptive...sift, down through your own lines of sight, draft across your lips with my wanting light.....sink a beat from you into my heart...

left, falling..from your trees, as leaves...left to grow into ground...with hope to bring new life, up....then reground, regroup, land.... on steady, two feet....

something to walk softly and...well, why consider..lets.....stutter and just become runners towards stars we feel align....

should we leap, crash, land......plant my head...from such hungry hands, squeeze life from my starving heart...something, someone is unable to catch....

throw my love into the wind.....I wont rescind...something about you breathes me back in........my air, which unites, in rhythm, all within,  I cant explain...

catch me this night, or morrow......im left with a sunken stare, burdened with glow...from the sky I gaze towards........happenstance lies, and dances within your eyes...

drawn and happy with a draping mouth, down trodden hanging  hands such lacking in life...keeping me close.......weakend, weak in hand...our river soaked, bored and talking about...
this tree of which I wrote

it has begun to drown....limbs turn down and dip into the bottom of what once was .....quenching......long lost thirst....

nutrition...muddled with confusion and scarred rhyme.....the trunk has left bank...slogging into its memories...sludge is left as aftermath...caving into this flowing sorrow.....its foundation fails....

a piled up mess....ready to float, into the crooks with exposed roots....,meeting weary ends and bends that have yet to explain why..........lingering...on this path has wisdom.....its all in time....well worn life...what it asked for, what we can learn from...leaves......they leave...rivers...they re-route...water....loves to wander, a sky.....has stare towards no end...let these carry you....rhythm of life.........

Sunday, November 10, 2013

shine.....

i love the last rites we sung true, through.....
kinda wondering if this was you...
or is this my own due....
last breath...
a star which meets crashing death..
tomorrows crew...set to carry in cattle.....sweep the worn out grass...perhaps
i long and wonder at waters edge.....drowned, soggy knuckles crawl the sand up to...me..

i loved and stared of course, on course, much, more....troubled.....
this one....
sullen...
soul...
caught..
me.
just in time

she blinked in my time, she looked at what I found funny....a few steps before mine

the type of person...you wonder about

there remains this mystery about her and I...

which makes me sigh...

always lost inside...

her head, which, between our seams.....so small...and scrutinized....inside..........

Im unaware......