Trash

Said good-bye before we knew it
Thought for sure we'd make it through
But there it went, away one threw it
And one still won't believe it's true.

Truth & I

TRUTH

Truth
     has chased me
And hunted me down
Has turned to face me
And held me to the ground

AND

I
     stare reluctantly
Into the mirror I've found
One I'm always facing
No matter where I'm bound

I

And
    we have loved and lost
And loved again
No matter the cost
With mirror in hand
(a gift forever un-lost)
I will face it again

Safe.

A line remains drawn
Between safe and not
Barely separating us
From what we've sought
In lonely moments and long talks

We've studied cautiously, the unknown

Hinted quietly and spoken blatantly 

Screamed or wanted to and whispered subtly

Wondering what reaped would be sown

Still, a line remains drawn

Between safe and not

Waking me in an empty dawn

Safe inside my unsafe thoughts

Outside the words inside our talks

The Fear of Poetry

Your voice was my beacon

Through a time I couldn't speak in

I closed my eyes because all I could do

Was reach through my darkness for you

I found reprieve and I found sleep

...beside you, in me, on you, wildly

I found that you got me -

- or at least you tried

While I put my face in my hands to hide

Unrelenting silence to cover hidden truth

Afraid of what my poetry would prove:

Your voice was my beacon

Through a time I couldn't speak in

And when I opened my eyes to know you

I found I had walked swiftly through.

Fabricated.

While stumbling through fabrications of the night

                     I fell 

|through a door|

                                                                           long kept closed

Memoirs spilled from the pages of my mind

And inundated a space only a dream could find.

Good-bye Christmas.

The battle to push Christmas out

Was won when the tree went down

Scattered pine needles on the carpet

Are evidence of Big Pine's forfeit.

The ornaments are back in the box,

The fireplace took off its socks

Bright wrappings are gone,

No more red and green songs…

 I look forward to days that are warm

And long.

Winter Without Snow

The cold has set in

Without its accompanied beauty

The sky is uncomfortably blue

The yellow sun shines oddly down

But the grass has turned an ugly brown

And the pond reflects a gray-blue frown

I know -

- because I looked deeply into it

To find an answer that remains unfound

So I stand alone in the cold
To look up at a strange blue

And wonder – when and who

I will be between young and old.

You Said

You said you love me again

In your unsound sleep

A daytime secret you selfishly keep:

From me.

You said you love me again

In the spins of your desperation

Afraid of how it would happen:

My leaving.

You said you love me again

In a moment to keep me

Comfortably by your side:

Your lies.

Misnomer

Her name rolled off your tongue
Just as mine once did
Its noise had the same ring
Your voice, the same feeling

You said it like you know
Of how her cheeks glow
And how her eyes close
The moment she lets go

Her name spoke familiar
From the corners of your lips
As though you could love her
At least the movement of her hips

Her name rolled off your tongue
Just as mine once did
And there was none else to think -
- but: "Congratulations."

Tired in November of 2010

And the wrecking ball continues to swing

          Once again only the bluest birds sing

(their saddest songs)

               

WE 

ARE

TIRED:

o f   t h i s  tragedy thing

It is

taking a serious

                          toll on everything

A toll that's getting tougher to pay

With each one that passes away

Whether it's:

Sadly with INTENT

Or unexpectedly by ACCIDENT


It seems as though
The ever presence of the word go
Has us questioning:
? 
Will we ever grow
UP AND AWAY
From the DARKNESS we've come to know.