Cast to the Wind
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
more than arms length
to feel you
from a distance
just isn't the same
I want you here
in body
as well as spirit
want you to whisper
meaningless things
into my ear
want to hear
the sound your lips make
when you smile
want to hold
and have
not hold
and wait.
Friday, October 20, 2017
.
sometimes i just want
to wrap myself
up into a cocoon with you
and never emerge.
Monday, October 16, 2017
her
it's so easy to love you
when your feather-fly face
hovers over placid waters
and your eyes
eyes like birthmarks on the sun
dart around for a nice spot
to lay me down easily.
Friday, October 13, 2017
🌂
and they
thrashed about
a jumbled mess
of flesh and limbs
Thursday, October 5, 2017
!!!
endorphins
adrenaline
coarse through me
wanna fight
someone
bring them
to knees
wanna unleash
the dormant
beast within
the primate
bottled
grows so thin
want to free
the hounds
that roam
the hell
want to free
the thing
i know
so well
must live
to show
i can
i will
must live
to show
i have
it still
no man
nor god
no helping hand
can keep
me from
the farthest land
to roam
to find
something
i know
to live
to feel
to breathe
to grow
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
P.O.T.
hard to sleep
as the city sleeps
when my brain
rife with plumes
shot from fog machines
billows
and the distant
future
becomes
not so distant.
Thursday, September 28, 2017
despite the change
even though i'm leaving you
it's the most i've ever needed you.
Monday, September 4, 2017
twisted moon
full of brilliance
purpose unquestioned
wholly you
you stare down on me
with heavy eyes
seeing what i do
knowing what i desire
and laughing at the difference
you
same moon
who before has rained down
confidence
certainty
beauty
why now do i gaze up
to feel so
broken
small
lost.
Monday, August 7, 2017
phew
i need you
so bad
together
we're soaring.
Saturday, July 15, 2017
dew york
terrace of wonder
on which I perch
laying eggs of candied delight
a stones throw from the river
there I feel
pangs of past particles
whose once gentle yearnings
now pillage the present
these eyes
these knowing eyes
feel greatness in their gaze.
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
post cars
the woman
that makes my blood boil
is the same woman
that makes my soul soar.
Monday, June 26, 2017
navy pier
live to tell the tale you did
die to know that it was said.
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
peace.
maybe it's hell
out there
somewhere
but right now
I've got heaven
right here
beside me.
worn soul
and maybe years from now
with head rested on damp books
and driving dreams behind me
I'll sit and stare out the day
pondering
always pondering
did I be enough to believe
did I see enough to succeed?
Friday, April 7, 2017
period.
certainly
love
with reckless limbs
stretched to breaking points
and hearts
with blind ambition
clutching fate's wheel
can't steer us wrong.
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
gentle force
and isn't it funny
that you
in your tincil-webbed world
hack my heart
with a pickaxe
sculpt my psyche
like playdoh
crash my dreams
with cymbals
and holdfast
like a flytrap
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
cloudpockets
a dense pocket of time
inside which all felt slow
lingering
dripping with meaning
pleasure on a bed of nails
that in retrospect
I revisit from time to time
and gaze fondly upon
only grazing the surface
yearning for repetition.
Monday, January 30, 2017
sit.
I dare you
to sit
and be
just you
where you are
right here
doing what
you're doing
right now
thinking not of
what's next
what happened
what will be
but of
what's here
what's now
what's me.
Saturday, January 14, 2017
to & fro
in light
in lies
in broken tries
transit's lines
fall heavy
on my mind
on tracks
groomed trails
destinations accounted
earth travels mapped
and documented
novel sights stir thoughts
nothing is lost
just mulled over
digested
dissected
and tossed
newfoundland
inside us
brave explorers
of charred terrain
scorch the earth
and rebuild
again and again
Thursday, January 5, 2017
🆗
sometimes the feelings
we feel
with our feelers
feel right
when we feel the feels
the feels
hold tight
the feels we feel
sometimes feel felt
and sometimes those feels
feel outside our self
but when you feel
you're still feeling
and though mind is reeling
and body is keeling
the feelers shed feelings
to live is to feel things.
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