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Archive for August, 2012

When Love Blooms

 

Love blooms in unexpected places

Poking through cracks it fills up the spaces

In splintered barns and forest floors

Where there is no opening it creates doors

It grows in dirt and in the air

And is the essence of a prayer

We see it in the smiles of unknown faces

Tis the heart of love the world embraces

Against The Wall

Pursed lips of satisfaction smack across her face.

You hold your breath to make more space

when you don’t know what you’re up against.

Then your back rakes splinters from the fence.

You flail your arms as the walls come crowding in.

It’s a losing battle when the queen calls war;

padlocks and chains bolt the door.

Truth sits hidden beneath the throne

of a heart unyielding as a stone.

She cuts you down with words

while smiling at those who pass her by.

Pursed lips of satisfaction smack across her face

as she struts around like she owns the place.

Will the guard come to chop off your head?

Can he sleep where he makes his bed?

It’s a losing battle when the queen calls war

You wonder what you are really here for?

Poison apple sits in your stomach;

you know exactly what you’re up against.

Temporary Insanity

Spinning backward

When life and love get hard

Vision distorts

The world appears out of sorts

Resting the soul

We begin to feel whole

Vision clears

Driving away our fears

Reality reappears

In The Recess

From rusted splinters of familiarity

into clouds of hesitation,

we drift, fall, and rise again.

Forever shaping life and limb,

we journey through vapors of love and loss.

Breath and time dangle in suspension.

At the moment of connection,

we live in the pause.

Soft As A Song


I’m looking for a cushion of air,
a place to catch my fall,
I don’t want to care.
I’m not listening for the call.

Oh, the hours I waste
wondering what to do.
This life, I have but a taste;
just enough to get me through.

There must be a way I can be freed
from the pinning of this wall.
Your softness is what I need,
you holding me as I fall.

My days are far from done
as I’m learning to ride with the wind.
This isn’t easy for a stubborn one
who doesn’t know how to bend.

I’m looking for a cushion of air,
a place to catch my fall,
I don’t want to care.
I’m not listening for the call.

It is lost, this rest, this sleep,
for those of us who fly high
and plunge into the deep
while we continue asking why.

There must be a way I can be freed
from the pinning of this wall.
Your softness is what I need,
you holding me as I fall.

Demons wander through the night.
I shudder. Life is not fair.
But you, you fill my life with light;
You are my cushion of air.

Time seems so wide
when I feel so small.
Yet, you are at my side,
because you hear my silent call.

You, soft as a song singing in the night,
cradle and smooth my every fall.
You hold me until the world is right
and I no longer feel so small.

The Process

A single thread weaves the light

piercing darkness and opening the night.

Shivering bones cannot sleep while in wait.

We are but minnows on the line, simply bait.

Time and worry etch lines across our faces

as we force our hearts into empty spaces.

Blood weeps in pain. We regain.

Sun always returns after the rain.

Sideways Thinking

Explanations go round and round

Like a circular saw

Blade cutting through matter

Over and over

Until it doesn’t matter anymore

Dust flies, covering our souls

Slowly suffocating, we rise enough

To poke a hole for breath

Sideways thinking doesn’t always mesh

But it sands us into a temporary place

We adhere and shine like lacquer,

Tough enough to take life’s punches

As we whittle the days away

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