Which Poet Are You?

I am the poet I am the poet I am the poet you walked by in the parking lot I see the symphony happening in your soul I am the observer spelling out truths I am the poet Painting a canvas of heartbreak Brighter with every stroke of my keyboard I am the poet leaving…

My Lust for Marriage

A tiring effort The energy of nearly grasping intimacy It’s physical, viceral A depleting sort of aching It’s a racing of the pulse A quickened breathe A steep incline And then a muscle tearing From within And this great tremor toward connecting Towarding grounding and rooting yourself in the planet By burying the marrow of…

Watching Earth Far From Fruition

They return Rain drizzles After drought A drought were you knew every dry part of soil like you know a friend Thirst had taken hold of me Yet Disappointment, despair The pangs that come from watching other relationships blossom From desert vantage Newmade friendships And innocent handshakes Are dew laden. I was oft so wingless….