read me ~

03 Wednesday Oct 2012

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share with me
the warmth that is your
days upon this earth ~
shade my path
and guide my feet to home

lay with me
when nights are chilled
and wake me with your stirring
forsaken not by love
I waited on

tell of me
some other tale ~
and tary with the turning
of pages to the weathered spine
bending unrehearsed

barter not the price
for days ~
far more to one
I cherished ~
sign my name
as practiced once
with yours

the faded face
of memory ~
the plea without the prying
folded more than chance
into the dark
pushed aside as wishes
would this weary heart
reveal ~

read me
til these ancient lights
are gone

know me
as was never known ~
tho sworn there was another
when paths were new
as cool the dusky day

feathers floated from the west ~
eastern this horizon
warmed your breath
as day broke ~

red against the clay

…

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

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Soapbox

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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?

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

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

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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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

seeing in the dark ~

26 Wednesday Sep 2012

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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somebody said
I was destined for nothing ~
nothing they thought
when I came here to be
smaller than most
and telling of others ~
lives nearly gone
something living
in me

of the ways
I have wandered
dare I speak of them now
when the best I could do
would be show you
(somehow)

the patterns in chaos
in the rust ~ in the flaw
in blossoms held back
by the vine

of a hole
on the backside
of all you believe ~
a universe strung
by the weight of a dream

blessed release
to see in the dark
tho labeled as crazy
sometimes ~
howling at moons
and shifting as shadow
let loose one night
by the stars

a pathway unnoticed
by prophets and thieves
was left in the ashes
of fear and belief ~
by fortune and wishes
made one

would that I warn you
of how short
the night
mornings to tremble
when finding you gone
left to the sheets
of nothing worth keeping

~ was nothing you knew
all along

…

just the same ~

25 Tuesday Sep 2012

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there you are
watching ~
from the face I remember
with the sun in your eyes
and tears on your smile
trying your best
not to fade at the notion
I know where you are
how you feel
(just the same)

far beyond
this supposing
of some other way
might we choose of the paths
ending here to begin ~
holding far more
than a moment (let go)
and a lifetime
of already come

would fate be decided
by the brush of a hand ~
or a breath
as a warm evening fell
floated with song
once given us word ~
to dance (even now)
on our toes

to know
as I know you ~
undone by surprise
and promised of love
without shame (or regret)
when arms reach
to hold ~ I will remember
(this way)

and eyes never cried
for me yet

…