The man you see
Hard like a stone
That forgets how to feel—
Once, he was a waterfall.
He laughed like falling water,
Ran toward light,
Spoke in sparkles,
And cooled every fire
With just his presence.
......
I’ve been walking for a mile
The woman stalking me has been sniffing for a while
She has become my second shadow
I hope I am not the source of her sorrow.
I quicken my steps on the quagmire of illusion
She hastens with her shadow on the plinths of delusion
One thing is sure: I’d out-walk her.
She makes her resolution as well not to remain in the rear.
......
I've fallen in love; I felt it
real passion
I've fallen in love; I felt it
real adoration
I've fallen in love; I felt it
real intimacy
I've fallen in love; I felt it
real joy
I've fallen in love; I felt it
real exhaustion
......
If we were both struck by a bullet
would we feel the same?
Maybe we’d form puddles on the pavement together. We’d drop to our knees with blood on our lips with only an, “amen” for a life insurance policy.
Or would you walk away?
Play it off as if the new peephole in your chest was just a scratch? I suppose some people collect scars like others collect baseball cards, and both eventually fade.
The battle ensued
Between combatants heart and mind
As loneliness whispered softly
Of tenderness
In cooing song and rhyme
The brain issued a stern warning
Of heartache and the tears of sorrow
The turmoil of the soul
And the price
......
The man you see
Hard like a stone
That forgets how to feel—
Once, he was a waterfall.
He laughed like falling water,
Ran toward light,
Spoke in sparkles,
And cooled every fire
With just his presence.
......
I've fallen in love; I felt it
real passion
I've fallen in love; I felt it
real adoration
I've fallen in love; I felt it
real intimacy
I've fallen in love; I felt it
real joy
I've fallen in love; I felt it
real exhaustion
......
the want to feel
the need to feel
blossomed eyes growing into your soul
a familiar hand brush your face
rumbling tunes of a heartbeat beside you
sweet saliva drying on your lips
echos of footsteps down the hall
soft warm skin pressing close
glowing embers from a voice
the want to feel
......
In each note that he played,
in the notes resonating from his fingers as he strung the thread,
I saw a fragment of something pure-
like the white snow of the first fall,
the cold dew of the dark dawn.
And within the purity it held, hidden was remorse and languor.
Away from the eagle eyes of mortal beasts,
I saw him succumb to the regret,
the regret that he never owned,
and a part of me wants to soothe him,
......
I torture myself with these thoughts ,
Trying to make sense of me crumbling ,
A strong enough breeze could turn me to dust ,
But the wind is stalling it’s just dark and cold ,
I’m surrounded by a cage of broken glass ,
Picking up pieces of myself cut me little by little,
I’ve be played with broken & left for garbage ,
Once treasured with care , affection and love ,
......