Just Tell Me

Why?
Does it take so long
to heal
why
does tomorrow
seem so far away
just tell me why

Why?
Does the sky
shaded
the color of rain and pain
seem to match
what my heart feels
it's not supposed to be this way

Just tell me why
because I don't . . .
I can't
understand
this madness
when we were so happy
or was it something I dreamed

Why?
Does it hurt
this way
can't the heart heal
can't it stop loving
yours did
so why can't my heart do the same

Thank you!!!

More Time


Walking back
towards
you
us
and everything I left behind

Walking back
towards
love
arguments
and everything we were

Walking back
towards
fear
the known unknowns
and all the possibilities

Because
I was wrong
you were wrong
and we were
right

Walking back
towards
tomorrow
while forgetting yesterday
because time doesn't promise a future
but rather more time
and that's all I want with you

Music inspires . . . this is really nice

Thirst

I watch
as you remove
the layers the day's
time and toil
until
you are dressed
only in the painted softness
of midnight's light

Shadows
hide
and yet reveal
the beauty of your womanhood
as the nothingness of the night's warmth
clings to each droplet
of sweat that trails
from the nape of your neck
down the gentle curve your spine
to the sacral dimples
of your lower back

My soul
shivers nervously
from the anticipation
of touching your perfect femininity
as the rise
and fall
of your breaths
against the moon's intransient light
beckons my kisses sojourn
to discover
the butterflies dancing underneath your navel
as you slowly
offer my thirst
the secrets
your garden's elixir

You do inspire me. I love this but as usual I love all of your work

Weakened


Weakened
by time
and the many memories
of you
and I

My heart
beats to the words
you say
today
and every other day
which is why I can't wait
until tomorrow

Do you know
that I smile
whenever you're near
as I can't help
myself
as there's something about
you
that takes my breath away
yet
gives me life

Weakened
by time
as my soul
yearns to create more memories
with you

The Golden Years

I remember
when it was different
between
you and I
as you were you
and I
was simply me

I remember
when
our kisses were awkward
like two strangers
searching for a way
to make it feel real

Funny how time
slows down
as life passes us by
from the freedom
of
you and I
to living life as
you and I
to the challenges
of a family
to holding our first
then second and third grandchild

I remember
never wanting this
to now
never imagining I could
live without us
it is love
it is life
it is the best of
you and I
and these are
the golden years

This a cool yet complicated poem. I truly love this

I love this!!!!

Thanks . . .this one is more like my personality

Shine


Raise your hands
have fun
and fall in love
with the day
with the moment
with life

Raise your hands
and take hold of the summer's breeze
and if you think
you can't hold onto the wind
just remember
all you need to do
is let it carry you

Raise your hands
smile
dance
and yes the world is watching
but that shouldn't matter
because
right now
you are the most important part of the world
love

So raise your hands
grasp the sun's warmth
spread it
and give the world
it's moment
in the spotlight
shine!!

Thanks . . .and no, that's not how I feel. I work with folks who suffer from depression and I just tried to take what they've talked to me about and express it as best as I could.

Depressed Thoughts

I stare out
into the world
as I hold tight
to the emptiness inside of me

I want
to be that leaf
floating ever so beautiful
to the wind's rhythm
I want to be
the sunrise stretching across the horizon
I want be anything
but the image
in the mirror

I stare out
into the world
as I hold tight
to the emptiness inside of me

Holding the knife
as tightly as I can
imagining death
from a single
self-inflicted wound
and for a very brief moment
I feel alive
I close my eyes
and feel the blood flow
onto the paper
forming the words I want to leave behind

I stare out
into the world
as I hold tight
to the emptiness inside of me

This darkness
this unbelievable cruelty
called life
torments me to the point
where I believe that no one can understand
what it feels like
to cry
time and again
only because I've survived another night
no one knows
that I hold my breath
hoping I will forget to breathe
no one knows
what it feels like
to be tempted to end this suffering
I believe I am alone
I believe I will die alone
and for the first time in days
I smile

I stare out
into the world
as I hold tight
to the emptiness inside of me

Domestic Questions

He used his hands
to show her
against
her face
against
her ribs
against
her chest
and her pain did not matter

It started
with an open hand
until her tears
begged for a closed fist
at least that's how he justified it

Her faults did this
his screams explained
as she covered herself
hoping he'd stop
“please stop”

Being torn
between love
and fear
keeps the door
too far away to open
but,
will the children walk in?
Do they hear us?
Do they know?
Does he know
how much his love hurts?

The Perfect Forever

When I
close my eyes
it's as if
I can hear
the quiet rain
falling
ever so gently upon my soul
as if each drop
were an angel's kiss

And when I
close my eyes
I see
you
beautifully drenched
with my shirt
pressed against your flesh
like a dream
born from Mother nature

It's midnight
and the misty rain
glistens
against the street lamps
like the sun
rising brilliantly over the world
it reminds me
of the love within your heart
that guides me
towards the
perfect forever

As always, another beautiful piece of written art

Hate


I hate the word long
because I
long for you

And I hate the word
here
because you are not here

There are other words too
ones that I hate
and yes
they have everything to do with you
words like
hope . . . because I cannot stop hoping
that one day
maybe
possibly
when there's a hurt that will haunt us for a lifetime
thoughts . . . because I'm tired of our memories
and yet
still
you're all I think about
living . . . because I lived with you
for you
and now
I have to live without you
and the word I hate most
is love . . . because I still love you

Perfection’s Shadow


Tonight
as with most nights of late
was as warm as summer could be imagined
hot
sticky
and near unbearable

Off in the corner
a fan hummed restlessly
chopping the air
while giving us a false sense
of a somewhat cooler evening

As the curtains
danced
every few minutes
or so
to the rhythm
of what was supposedly a gentle breeze
we talked
as sleep was not possible

The clock
along with the few stars
that seemed to have invaded the room
provided us with enough light
to see into each other's soul
and this too kept me awake

And as you spoke
midnight
made an imprint of your body
against the wall
and as you moved
as you smiled
I became lost in the painting
as I had never before
experienced the beauty
or the sound
of perfection

When Do We Ask

I can feel my blood
slowly spill
onto to the street
like an insipid drip

A common place action
to this city's heartbeat
that leaves few surprised
and as I drift into death
I ask
is this how it's supposed to feel

There was is no pain
not at this point
as the bullet holes mattered less
than my last thoughts

You read books
see movies
always asked what if
but when you live it
this thing called a slow death
nothing compares to it

Life
and all its grand wonderment
will be left behind . . .
I feel cold
and my breaths have grown shallow
as time becomes a meaningless
moment within a thousand other moments
soon to be forgotten

No, I don't want to die
though
we all will
but not like this
not knowing that there is but one or two minutes left
to ask
for forgiveness