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Cutting through to the clear skies

and the open fields that dances with the

movement of the wind.

Whenever I come here,

I find myself alone,

emerging from the forest like a lone wolf.

It doesn’t take long before I think of you

and you approach me from those mountains

in the distance.

The woods is my only path back,

but the peace present in my heart

only seems to exist here

in the open field of your company.

We laugh like fools at all of our mistakes

and those days were we let our love come last,

or even just second to something else.

I can never stay long

there are still so many more mistakes to make

and I keep needing to be reminded to lead with love.

But your home is here,

amongst the beauty of the open world.

And I’ll see you again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I have seen death,

it has come as my friend.

I have felt death,

it has broken my bones.

I have known death,

we once shared a bed.

I have lost death,

a Child of God.

I have feared death,

the Father of Man.

I have loved death,

with all my heart.

I have lived death,

amongst the forest fires

and

the energy of everything

that is.

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In the mirror,

swift hands

move hair

that now sits

perfectly

in traffic.

On the road,

a throat clears

the loud sound

of thoughts and

welcomes in an

air of silence.

 

This was yesterday

and perhaps

all of the tomorrows,

had there been

anymore to

witness.

 

Thank God there wasn’t.

And we watched

as happiness found you

just as soon as you

escaped a life in repeat.

 

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I am carrying the smell of you.

It covers my hands.

How do I make a poem of this?

How do I tell it true?

How do I hold you now?

 

As I drive away

for the last time,

I cry,

covered in your fight for life.

I can’t help but thinking of you

with all of those

ridiculous tubes,

but the spirit of this world

has you now,

and I know

it’s time for me to find the grace

buried beneath the grief.

The love that is left in my heart.

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Just a soft toke of smoke,

a mellow sound from a humming horn

bending space with waves of grace.

 

And you retrace your face

back to the top,

and

stop.

 

Let silence take over for a change.

In life, there are these moments

when no one knows what

to do.

 

It’s always best to find a seat

and listen to the beat for a bit.

And Get Back in rhythm with

you.

 

 

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Lost in the static that is the sound and the fury,

fearful of being the idiot, alone to play with obscurity. 

There are a few fleeting moments of despair,

where the air is crisp with truth and a cold chill.

We used to listen together.

 

I am still here, awaiting another.

Heavy with the mourning of what is to pass and what has gone away.

It’s nameless presence is taking form right before our eyes.

And what is life but these moments that move like the wind?

Nothing and gone again.

 

My friend, I wonder how these words touch you now?

Now that this season has changed it’s meaning.

Do you still wallow with decay and drink with the trains?

Do you still laugh at all the rules and shamelessly portray the fool?

Your shoulders holding those stories that need telling.

 

I think of you often during this time of the season,

and it warms my heart, whatever the reason.

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If I should fall through the cracks, please don’t clap or crack a joke

or blow smoke to prove your worth.

There is only beauty here.

Do you know what that means?

 

If I should forget, forgive me.

Beyond memory, there is an innate knowing.

This is the place.

Have you been there?

If I should leave, please know I’m not leaving you.

Amongst all the lawns and leaves we lied in,

there is love everlasting. Shooting out of the past

and back into the center of itself.

Beyond our world.

 

And then,

once again, everything is clear.

There is only beauty here.

There is only beauty here.

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