surrender me ~

02 Tuesday Oct 2012

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pour to me
the wonder
that is the forest song
and slip my tired flesh
beneath the boughs
bear me as the winter
gently to the spring
remembered come
the mountains
to me now

spill me
as eternity
against a stretch of sand
as polished to her mirror
were my ways
urge me
to becoming
as one with all I see ~
and rain me from the clouds
another day

suspended breathing ~

01 Monday Oct 2012

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I thought much about this before deciding to post. Ultimately, if I am faithful to my own truth, I must to be willing to speak that truth.

As of late, I have hurt others with the mere act of being myself (which I know can be a bit overwhelming at times). If you are among those, then I am truly sorry.  Please know that I would never intentionally hurt anyone.

I realize I am at times too open, and too free and too (too)…. I am quick to disregard love with ten thousand rules as being love at all. I love too much and too deeply and, yes, that means that there are times when I step on toes without meaning to. I sometimes forget that not everyone is the same ~ and certainly most do not see things (especially love) as I do.

I didn’t come to this site to be a part of a political movement or to feed my own ego.  If you don’t like what I write, then tell me or don’t say anything, but please don’t spend your time on words that have no truth. I am not here for praise (not even close).   I’ll only be offended if you go out of your way to be something because you think it’s what I need. If that is what you need, it is here, but I am not that……

I came here to share my words (my ways), and to know others, but if knowing means that either of us cannot speak freely, then what we have earned? What have we gained in the act of trying so hard not offend ~ so hard that, in fact, we never know each other at all?

Whatever you seek, you will find.  If I offended, please forgive.

Take me down
the muddy river ~
wash my sorrows out to sea.
Gather now my words
unsettled ~
for where they live ~
another me.

I will love until they cover
every patch of mortal skin ~
til I’m bound by mossy pages
o’er my verses ~
o’er my sin.

Have I none but this
to offer ~
let me love as unafraid.
What will come of love we garnered
~ what shall be our crown
this day?

no matter what ~

01 Monday Oct 2012

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what of my love
wasn’t meant to be whispered
no matter what they might say
of destinies loosed
by the hands of forgiveness ~
let all that I knew
fall away

might truth bear me witness
or time stand me still
years pass and death be my lot
was lonely
my only ~
the one I deserve
of longing shall bury me not

would lay to my burden
the weight of this curse
if ever a fleeting
desire
was sworn me protection
when secrets were shared ~
and I as a vapor to fire

unravel this message
committed as song ~
when given at last my release
mourn not my loss
for one moment more
or beg these inflections to ease

might sorrows be lifted
or verses betray ~
confessions of innocent pen
will love be remembered
always to the past
for touch we have failed
to defend

whatever our reasons
for living returned ~
when wandered to places
unknown
as trusted no other
my whispers to keep ~
eternal these echoes to own

vespers ~

01 Monday Oct 2012

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as the morning
of vespers ~
a walk toward the lake
as a route neath the bridge
on your way

do you think of me
then ~
as your soul comes awake
and light spills
from heaven again

in the solace
of silence
the viligent verse ~
weaves into words
a reason to slow

misty blue skies
and I wandered this way
as near as the sunlight
to love

remembered of time
a dream such as this
of nights cursed by coffee
and miles

moved to a moment
of one standing still
do you hear ~
can you know
how I feel

refrain ~

30 Sunday Sep 2012

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above the night
below the dark ~
where wing’eds meet the sky
I sailed with you
(a time or two)
as whispers fluttered by

as strained to be
of mysteries
where here and there
began
to know of life
beyond this life ~
where lovers meet again

a hand to fit
around my own ~
as purpose felt before
when living past
these days shall come
and heed our cry
once more

as tender as a touch
remained
to bring me to this place
would learn anew
of love for you ~
in moments
left to grace

…

into ~

30 Sunday Sep 2012

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before the wind
had memory –
a mountain rose between
before the set –
we burned
beneath our skin

as messengers
of love’s refrain –
verses without answer
when promised time –
a sweeter thought
became

before the now
was come to this
we swore an oath to follow
stars into
a sacred night
revealed again our place

beyond our sleep
forever dreams
as witness to a moment –
when turned into the light
for which we came

too late
for words
to bind our soul –
sealed within the passing
of life into eternity
silently we go

north ~

28 Friday Sep 2012

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for every road
was laid between
and circles round me flowing ~
til up came down
and which way home ~
the sea

a rush of dreams
when put to bed ~
grieves us on the morning
forgotten by the places
we were loved

how can the ways
be new to me ~
familiar in their telling
of constellations traced
when I was young

was there beneath
the oldest
oak ~
hiding from the heavens
I dreamed of moss
and woke before the sun

the path to us
along the rise ~
is lined with silver iris
and keeps my place
as nothing else will do

ashes rain confusion
on the map that knew
our fate ~
fortune lies
beyond the light
we know

…

by the fridge ~

28 Friday Sep 2012

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of choices held long
by the reaching for time
and images pressed
to pages somewhere
stored with my heart
and a dress I once wore
when danced in the shadow
of memories made

and skated the pond
from the bed to the bath
ribbons untied
on the way ~

flickers of living
now splitting apart ~
but there in the magical
nobody said
what would come of tomorrow
or last through the night ~
held without more
to remember

ten thousand pieces
scattered about ~
edges and patterns
and gauze
how would you know
does it warm even now ~
to consider such moments
of light

forever sits still
on a shelf by the fridge ~
in a box worn by reason
and rust ~
tied with a piece
of knotted surrender ~

tho fingers sometimes
smell of dust

pages of promise
folded together ~
black mirrors blue
as proof of our rhyme
twilight spills shadows
the length of the hall

where laughter
sings sweetly the night

…

unfinished ~

27 Thursday Sep 2012

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the sun burned red
against the future

we beheld
a majesty of brilliant light
and whispered
our secrets to the waiting
as iridescent colors
faded
into the west

you were gone

with nimble grace
along a path
unfettered by bones
where air flows
pure

Your phone vibrates
with unanswered calls and texts…
and a picture, the only proof we were.
Your watch, a half pack of smokes,
and an unfinished rhyme ~
things you left behind.

I gaze
into the silence

my love
resounding in
an unsung lullaby