“Parts”

parts

All of these parts
I have inside
Some exposed
Others I hide

But all, it seems, are quite distressed
A wash of death,
A hectic mess

Haphazardly strewn, they are, at best
inside a body
without rest

a mind of swirls
clouds of mope
devils, danger,
fear, cut-throat

Amidst it all, a smile facade
no brick, no stone
but merely straw

loveless it seems,
weak at best
desperate to die,
a waking crest

simile. metaphor.
what all may be
a treasure trove
catastrophe.

 

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“Rumpus of Love”

couple-1329349_1920peer in,
peer out,
what is there?

is it you? tell me where;

sit and stay—
stay awhile.
tell me stories;
walk the mile

your eyes are warm—
they draw me near
hold me close;
be mine, sweet dear—

cotton candy clouds above
wispy, dreamy,
they’re in love

just those two,
right in our grasp
their love, like ours,
will never lapse!

oh, dreamboat!
you speed my heart;
it’s full of joy,
not torn apart

stitch by stitch,
you’ve sewn it new,
whole inside
without pure rue—

fancy, fancy
your eyes meet mine;
our souls forever
intertwine

and so it is
you now with me
our spirits reckless,
raging seas

a wave, a toss,
sweet love, we dance;
the perfect moon,
entrancing glance

i love you so!
you love me back
joyous romp
sweet attack!

buzz buzz by, firefly
your love for me
won’t be denied

and now, the night
is fully drawn;
hold me near
until the dawn.

“Again”

love

You ever meet someone
and
their face stays there—
clinging to the depths
of your mind
And the shattered part
of your soul feels less
troubled,
less grief,
and so to be with him—
to be back where
his skin
met yours,
you let your hair fall to the table
as you press your cheek
down upon
the wood
and, with eyes closed,
you let yourself
be with him
again.

 

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Anew

sprout

I will.
Let the wind
whirl herself,
blow against my cheek—
lift me up and out;
take these
thoughts,
the burdens within,
ease them
ease me,
let the rain wash upon me—
let it trickle down my nose,
drip to my chin
lay soft upon my chest
soak deep inside
and
rinse the stain of heartache
from my soul
let the snow
fall down heavy
cleanse and purify,
lift this soil from my body
no longer will it linger,
this loop of lackluster life
sprout up!
spring forth anew!
a new
me
forgotten of you

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Driven Cold

8260597495_20fcba55ef_oI much prefer winter
She smiled
Actually fall. Fall is best.
The colors, the textures, the cocoa,
Leaves are turned
every beautiful variation of orange,
green, and red.
The crunching of them
below my feet
offers that one moment of
POWER
I’m still driven—
fear of failure
is haunting
I need to get out
far away
wonder what that guy would do?
with the beard and his super eh…
hipster ways
I drove around that block umpteen times;
he sat calmly licking the rim

“Lost at Sea”

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Lost at sea
I would love to be
no bills to pay
no phone to ring
no worries for me
let the waves lull me to sleep
nightly
the warm sun tan my naked skin
adorn me only with the salt of the sea
around me nothing but the calm,
delicate breeze,
and the birds of the air—
fish below, to and fro,
all creatures existing in perfect harmony;
all would be as it should be
I’ve been on this land far too long;
it’s withered my spirit;
I need renewal
I’m setting off now
Don’t expect me back

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“Let it Go”

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I wish I knew the way
to just let it all go—
Relax.
Believe.
Trust.
Scattered in my brain
Ache in my heart
Help me to be more like You.
Remind me that I have Your Mind
and Your Spirit
Walk with me Lord
Oh, how tired I am
I need You so
I know that You love me,
but I feel like I am failing
I am so scared
Please draw near to me

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“Sort Well”

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A coin-operated laundry shop just opened
nearby—
I think I’ll have a look;
should find a mighty fine
piece there.
worn out, dirt-covered jeans
I watch the suds cover
like frothy ocean waves
gentle hum of drying machines
mingled with anxious whirls;
it’s clean here
I can cleanly launder my things here—
my unmentionables; gasp,
The woman behind the counter shoves a box of soap powder
across the counter to a man in checkered flannel sleeves;
he seems pleased with the quality,
drops the coins into the drawer
Kerchunnk!!!
throws in the soiled garments, his quality soap powder
and
drops the lid
Such ease and without the care
I take
sorting
perfectly folding in the end
corner to corner
must have absolute clean lines—
He steps out for a smoke
I’m folding my panties into perfect squares;
he steps out to the lot and turns to face me
our eyes meet briefly, then
back to my squares
That man with the smoke,
he saw my damn underwear.
Fuck it.
I’ll leave here with my pride in check
and he will have pink boxers.
The ills of improper sorting.

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“Illumination”

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Is it a wonder why I wander
around here looking for you?
I guess I thought I might
have seen a sign.
It flashed for just that one
moment.
My breath danced in the frigid air before me
I exhaled deeply,
smiled a sheepish grin,
and with pouted pink lips,
pulled my fingertips to my mouth
and pretended
to smoke.
The juke box bellowed
one sad tune after another.
Soft sexy melodies pushed their way
through the doors;
I leaned back and let them wrap me up
One more exhale and “I’m out.”
Time to bring these bones to life.
Shattered hearts filled the bar stools
and cheap cologne reeked into the stale air
The lights illuminated the dust
and faces with eagerness
rushed and smiled and eyes lowered then lifted
to see
beauty
there.
Love doesn’t live here,
illusions of us do.

“High”

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And when I am alone

I dream of who I want to be

Who I want to make this journey for me

The love I hope to give and receive

All the beauty in this world

Too much for one soul to believe

I long to spend every moment

Getting lost in it

Never forget that you are perfect

to me.

Leaves will start sprouting forth their

New golden colors,

and like kings and queens,

they will shimmer so bright

I will adorn my head with

A crown made of the last flowers

Some dull, some bright,

Those that have held tight to the earth

I will praise them for their fortitude and

Honor their loveliness

My arms, like wings, will dance

and sway in the cooling breeze of autumn—

and I will forever find joy once lost

high up on those mountaintops.

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