I digress

I took your name off the listand it toppled a thousand tablesBook strewn and predictable You were a mighty treeBlowing the daffodil and cattail wind my way You, that apparitionMe, that curly haired voyeur You couldn’t handle complicatedYou eradicated A forest of affectionGrown only on the nurturingOf imagination and a few chance meeting You silly…

First Fights

Living in the prism of my manifested diamond dreams can sometimes leave one cut by the distorted reflection of me in your eyes mirrored 10,000 times. This glass cuts us sometimes into pieces to show these shimmering glints of the darkness in me hitting the darkness in you. Love could possibly only sparkle so bright…

Touchtones

Finally the oxygen of a computer screen bright and crack it open like a new horizon in front of my eyes. Possibility staring back as a dark pierce of sun rising and blaring across the morning bed of ocean. The heat of new. Embark on a journey into the sea of marriage this August of…

Love

  Love is a strong hand holding you in a storm Love is an outside warmth when the inside is cold Love is quiet Love is still Love is rest Love is calm Love is a haven a fortress against the storm that is living Love is a beacon Love is a sunrise reminding you…

They Wear Hats in Church

He found her dipped in innocence and timidity Half his age but ready for a union He brought her home to see his library Her aged literature to wed his history books across his black and white checkered threshold He would hang her sweetly over the mantelpiece Bouquet of all daffodils, marigolds and dandelions Whilst…

I do

A lighthouse in a storm Beacon to my heart Your chest against me warm Our life about to start You would dare to harbor my dreams -Love speaks best in extremes- So I sew my soul to your ship sail’s seams And bound from thence we will against the next century Maybe a fearsome gale…

Typing Heartache

What fresh sting is this Heart dipped in something like formaldehyde Not sure what made dissecting tools necessary Couldn’t be another pin prick Could I run exploratory marathons across all my favorite cities Find the poverty minstrels playing nostalgic tunes in public parks I can almost feel a pulse in Boston now I can almost…

when o Lord when

Where will I go? What will I see? When will a tide grab ahold of me? When will I feel that current in my veins, the impulse of consciousness and striving toward a gain. When will I ache to discover a new destination? When will I hold my breath in anticipation? When will that peace…

The Harvest of An Idealist

This brainwork is a bed of soil A place she where she digs And I watch as her thoughts they grow I like to peek over the iron-wrought walls of friendship, fortresses and fear to see The things that grow beneath Her words fall Into the freshly-watered soil of a blank computer page To grow…