This Old Town

Thought I was going with the flow, turns out I was just slow

The hook sank in so far, if I pulled it out it’d surely leave a scar… with it in I can’t go far

Stuck with you in the kiddie pool, a fish out of water just won’t do

I know me and you know you, crossed around, flipped upside down…who is who?

Looks like we’re all grown up, what’s left to do?

Ain’t it funny how time doesn’t grow but only a flash of light…and where we are now, no one knows quite

I’m easy to be found, I kinda like this stable ground…a little inner peace abound

Grateful now for this love that’s found, me…

wish I hadn’t been too blind to see

it’s always been you somehow…

The Burden of Time

The unexplainable saw an opportunity and ran with it, using yourself and I

Did you think I’d burn to the touch

It is the imperfections you see, that can bring about a good memory

smiles and glimmering, teeth

from laughing, belly aching

I’m breaking can’t have you

I’m faking not wanting you

now my heart is aching

seeing then what I don’t see now

Heart aches for me, somehow

I know I’ll see your smile

It meant, means too much in very little miles

I’m breathing down your neck like a heathen…lord help me if I’m breathing

I’m going to need some guidance with this one…some reason for this years season…

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…persistence of memory…

12/12/2020

Your attempts aren’t failures you see

there is a compass inside me

I am the commander of my vessel

I am the captain of my ship

I love to control the mind, although sometimes I slip

It winds up on the hips, doing stretches and dips

The freezing chill persists

no longer allowing me to resist

the fire that warms me when you are near

Lay eyes on me soon,

I miss you

Desert Rose

Paying debts of unknown origins

where loves abates at the I alone gates

Two feet, two hands, I can hardly stand…the journey always long

Rapping upon the iron lock

as blood runs from knuckles down past hand…

Let me in, this place is too strange

all of it, rearranged

No answer, nor a reply

Throw me to the wolves ‘eh

that’s where I come from guys!

Look into my eyes…

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Slits Create Whys

Still no word from half home

only flashes of steady monochrome

A familiar voice and tone

muffled worse than a telephone…albeit I long to hear clearly

Clear like this phrase that I hear on my out days, “Is there something I can help you with?”

Yet still no word from half home, must be content, his zoo has grown…

Outsiders, we roam

anticipating an invitation home

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Whispers on Waves

In twisted tongues of flushed cheeks

pretzeled limbs weaving clean through, seeks

From struggles a kind of beauty grows, explodes

a resilience as pure as the primal snows

And from this beauty a truer self is shown

new perspectives form

emotions still a little storm

mixed with gentle breezes of the norm…

Some nights filled with lovers adorned

I just close my eyes and take it all in, as the waves ripple against and around my skin…

Like raining daggers from up high, why must you poke at my main eye

Like two skies in one…

Primal Paradise

Blue wood seed bloomed

I was just being me

You were just being you

and somewhere, I think something else understood

what we should’ve

because damn it’s been good , amazing…

in my black oasis

pen and paperless

leaving me speechless…never tasteless

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Half a Heart

When the candle cries

the flame does dance

burning down endlessly

Attaching to whatever it encounters

hot wax building new pathways where tenderness draws near…

Listening now with my auditory ear

waiting for the day it becomes loud and clear…

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The Mind of Thā

Under cover of the night

my mind takes flight…

our imaginations rare…willing to die not lose my life, isn’t that fair

You can’t pull my hair from way over there

The view I imagine, I see you stare

Rising ever so rapidly, meet me there…in the middle, no despair

Renewing the ties that bind my heart to love

through a divine perspective from below and above

Kite String

I have a piece of the desert

I have a piece from the sea, a piece of rock from the mountains that be

I can hold all these things we see, in palms they can teach, all tiny bits of each

one piece I dream to hold, still out of reach…

So what if I got tangled up in the trees, flickering with lifes breezes

this birds eye view appeases…

The North winds blew, sending pogonips through

pores to the bone, it knew…it knew just what to do

Blowing leaves sparkling in suns rays

more beautiful than the first gaze, laid…

Sending signals to be consumed and strewn…

Showing us what love can do