Words

Words, words

Where are the words,

The words I

Need to say? 

I can’t find those

Deep enough

I can’t find those

True enough;

Can’t find the words

That would split a

Soul in two,

Can’t find the words

To wake you up.

Where are the words

That change lives

And why do they

Hide in shame?

Why do we remain

Silent

When there is so much

Left to say?

The words I have to

Give to you

I’d give them with

My all

And the words you

Gave back to me,

I’d hear like music.

5-17-2015

A Dream Upon My Nightstand

One lonely
afternoon
I awoke
from a drunken
slumber
and reached
toward my
nightstand
for a
long lost
dream

It had
scattered
away as
I slept -
I muttered
and mustered
and sputtered
about

Found my
shoes
so I could
follow it

That dream
had found the
slightest crack
and escaped
outside my
window

It rolled up
a mountain
climbed down
a valley
in search of
someone new.

When i finally
caught up
to my fleeing
dream
I inquired,
"Why did you leave?"

I forgot
about me
and I forgot
about you
and those moments
in the hammock
under the stars

So wide-eyed
and full of wonder
so ready to be
free

But instead
I shackled
myself with
the chains
of others
and said it
was okay

I wish to
awake from
the slumber
I wish to dream
again

I wish the dream
to believe in me
as I believed
those stars

As I believed in
you.

Human

It could be night

Or it could be day
And you’d approach it
A certain way,
And that would be
The thing that
Makes you
You.

It could be left
Or it could be right
And you’d face it
Just the same,
And that would be
The choice that
Makes you
You.

It could be right

Or it could be wrong
And you’d question it
Day by day,
And that would be
The truth that
Makes you
You.

There are two sides

Of every day
And two sides
Of every moment.

It is the day and night of us

The left and right of us
The right and wrong of us

That makes us

Human.

Intensity

 

Breathe in
Breath out –
And stay in those
Moments of
Compulsion.

 

Breathe in
Breathe out –
And remember who
You are.

 

You could be like
Everyone else
Do and say everything
Right

 

But where would that
Leave you?

 

A thought that goes
Unspoken
An idea left all
Alone.

 

A life of
Boring conversations,
Superficial contemplations,
Immature anticipations.

 

Tell me something real
Tell me something important
Share your passion
Before you die.

 

I’m here and
I’m listening…

Lines and Curves

I notice the lines

In her face,

The subtle curve

Of her eyebrows -

 

As if they are leading

Us on a journey…

 

 

The roundness of

Her nose,

The shadow that’s

 

Cast below

 

Her cheeks -

Telling me there

 

Is something

More.

 

 

She thinks herself

 

Not beautiful

 

A strange thought

To me.

 

 

With such

A smile

 

And deep dark

Eyes

 

With thoughts

That live

 

Forever…

 

 

Perhaps one

Day I shall

 

See her again

And tell her what

 

She means.

 

 

Perhaps one

Day she will

 

See herself

 

Just as the

 

World does.

The Thought.

 

The thought that sits hidden in the dirty corner

The one you meant to clean

The thought that reminds you that you are real;

It hangs like cobwebs messing up the scene

Making things less than perfect.

The thought that lies within the layers

The one that is just yours;

It stews alone like dormant dreams

Sleeping in its reckless slumber.

 

The thought, the thought

That fucking thought

The one that will not go away.

 

I could trade all my thoughts

For a peaceful sleep

Or a beautiful setting sun.

 

The thought that lingers in my mind

And rests upon my wrinkled brow

It questions itself every day

But knows just as much.

Beautiful Despair

 

It is not always something

You choose-

To reside in darkness

 

Surely if it were,

 You'd choose something

 Different

 

But there you are

Stuck in your own

Weakness

Your delicate heart

Trying to make sense of

A cruel world

 

And in the middle of

All your chaos,

In the middle of

All your doubt

You have the

Audacity to

Make a person

Laugh

And love

And feel something

 

You have the audacity to

Put yourself

Out there for

All to see

You have the

Audacity to be

You.

 

You.

Authentically you

Beautifully you

Wonderfully

Tragic and

Tortured you.

 

Daring and

Strong and

Silent you.

 

Thank you

For being you

And sharing the

Very best of you

 

We would have

Loved the

Rest of you.