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From last fall [Aug. 31st, 2015|11:47 pm]
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Around my Birthday I wrote some poems. I'm still tinkering with this one, but I like it.

What’s that on your face?

“What’s that on your face, dear?”
A mother asked her son
He smiled at her with brilliant love
And answered with, “A kiss?”

She swooped down low
And touched her lips
To his cherubic cheek
And fits of giggles followed.

The years go by, the game forgot
A young teen cannot see
His mother’s kiss upon his cheek
Or the giggles it unleashed

One day I asked a mother
When she was tired from her day
“What’s that on your face, dear?”
she did not know what to say.

“I think it’s mine,” I coyly state
and lean in to her space
To giggle in her ear
And claim the kiss upon her face.
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Do you ever find a poem in an off-hand phrase? [Aug. 31st, 2015|11:30 pm]
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I said something the other day, then stopped, tasting it.

"There's a poem in there," I said. My friend heard me, and challenged me.

Here's the poem:


My lover has forgotten that we are legends
The world has kept us apart for too long

His time in the desert has confused him
He can no longer remember with certainty
Whether water is real or a cruel mirage

I offer him cool water, and he eyes it first
Then drinks deeply, surprised.
I hold my tears, but remember how many times
He has poured water joyfully, tending those who thirst.

My lover does not believe he is a marvel.
The world kept him in the dark for so long

His time in the oubliette transformed him;
Too many years of having his armor stripped away,
His monsters caged, his fire dampened.

I lay my arm across his still-broad shoulders
Sharing my strength, leaving a cape behind.
And when he stands just a little straighter
I can again see the hero who rescues dragons.

I ask, my voice breaking,
"have you forgotten that we are heroes?"

He answers, his mouth twisting,
"I could never forget that you are legendary."
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Will you come for me? [Sep. 23rd, 2010|01:09 pm]
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[mood |thoughtfulthoughtful]

Will you come for me?
Like a song from long ago
Only fragments remembered
Words that make no sense.

Will you come for me?
A fleeting shadow
Moving in an alley
Slinking away in the light of dawn.

Will you come for me?
A static arc on my skin
Burning like a phantom limb
More real than reality.

A fine magician you are;
Creating nothing but your absence.
All your tools and secrets
Taken to the grave.

When you come for me
I will be gone.
Right place, wrong time.
Your hopeful future is the crumbled dust of my past.

The empty space in my heart
Where you used to be
Is now nothing but a legend
Lost in the mist like Shangri-La.
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banging on the glass door [Jul. 5th, 2010|11:51 pm]
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It's light outside
so I know that you can see me
I know that you can see me 'cause I see I catch your eye.

It's dark inside
the heavy drapes are all closed
I know that when you look this way you'll pretend there's no one there.

It's just a glass door
so I know that you can hear me
I can hear your ragged breathing and the sob you try to stop.

I see the block
A rod of wood to block the slide
So I could not come inside even if I still had the key.

And it feels like it's been this way for years
Even when I had a key and an invitation in my hand
You never once trusted me enough with your tears
You sat in darkness and watched my show through that damned glass door

With a rock
and some gumption
I could break the pane of glass
Walk on through
And pull you up
Out of your nest of ancient yearning

Do I have the courage?
Apparently not.
Trespassers Will, Indeed.
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(no subject) [Feb. 26th, 2009|01:07 pm]
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I do what I ought
And what I should
You were never those things,
Simply a "yes"
And a hand outreached
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New poem... [Oct. 8th, 2008|12:47 pm]
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Prolly still needs tweaking to get the message right.

Of Missing You

I scrounge through your words
Picking at morsels to sustain me
Until we may reaffix, affirm.

I'm hungry, beloved.

Rapacious, pining
Crawling over our landscape
Belly scraping on bleached bones
Looking, sniffing, tasting

I'm hungry, beloved.

Waking dreams of purity float
Specter-bright between my water and flame.
I choke, roar, growl for treasure.

I'm hungry, beloved.
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Wooo - I'm on Fie-yah! [Aug. 21st, 2007|01:27 pm]
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[Current Location |cube farm]
[mood |accomplished]
[music |indie radio]

Just written, still rough, but not terrible. :)


Foolish boy
I see through you
Back into me -
The bright sauce of comfort
For your emo-licious breakfast

Use me,
Okay, I give in
Use me,
I can take what you've got

Silly boy
Playing games
Closed to your heart
I've jumped this hopscotch
Long before you dreamed of me

Use me,
I enjoy the surrender
Use me,
I will open my heart wider

Imprudent boy
Coloring me in with your shades
Trying to keep my own hues
From bleeding through into you
These colors are indelible

Use me,
I won't say no
Use me,
My arms will enfold you

And when you are full of my gifts and
Leave me with a broken heart
I will sigh and smile, wry
Knowing my source is eternal
And at this ending
I will still be standing
While you stumble along
Searching for the next doll to feed you.
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Here's my contribution to government cheese... [Aug. 21st, 2007|01:06 pm]
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[Current Location |cube farm]
[mood |accomplished]
[music |indie radio]

Get to know you better

Give me your skin
So I may walk in you.
Smooth it against my flesh,
Hold it to my bones,
Inhale your scent
Revel in the mix with mine

Give me your blood
So I may drink you deep.
Swim through red heat
Pulse through your body
Race the intensity that feeds you
Sliding, streaming in your rhythms

Give me your heart
So I may measure your strength
Wrap myself around its movement
Nuzzle against the walls
Pressing, pushing back at me
Dance in the embrace and release

Give me your mind
So I may know your impulses
Ignite in the flashfire of thought
Ride your senses through to Memory
Find my laugh, my eyes, my voice there
Tickle the smile you give for me

I want to crawl inside you
Desire, crave, pine to learn you
Find the place you have started to build for me
And make myself at home, beloved.
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Sundance. [Aug. 10th, 2007|03:54 pm]
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[mood |artistic]

The sky is clear
The sun shining
Its intensity draws you
Urges you to join it
Unable to resist, you go outside
What before seemed like heat
Is now no more than a warm caress
Relaxing and soothing
You and it merge into a pool of liquid light
All else fades away
Time stops as you expand in awareness
Now you shine
A voice from a million miles away calls
"You don't belong there"
But it lies
A desperate act from an ego lost and adrift
You ignore it
And you dance.
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Ode to a missing lover. [Feb. 7th, 2007|12:22 am]
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[mood |lonelylonely]

The Buddha says
Desire is suffering
Why must he be right?
Knowing my pain
Is of my own making
Lacks any semblance of comfort
Offers no peace in the night.

Sometimes I grow weary
Of being the one in charge.
Exhilerated, yet exhausted
How I long to be buoyed up
Floating on love's lake
Why does it take the sum of my tears
To make me able to float?

My personal sun shines above me
Its warmth like a mother's caress
Sustaining and life-affirming
It gives me what I need to survive
Fuels my dreams
Past, present and future
Knows me better than I know myself.

And yet
I still long for another star in the sky
Fiery hot
Overwhelming in its intensity
Until I surrender to it
Tear off my clothes
Cry out to it for mercy.

But what is mercy to a star?
And where am I to run?
Burning with desire
Unable to reach it
I fall  into the salty water
Cleansing and stinging
The price for foolishness.

Every time I go outside
The damage mounts
I look for the cancer on the surface
Forgetting that it's the darkness within
Growing with every fear
Speaking in painful heartache
That will prove fatal.
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