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October 25th, 2007
Normalcy, is not lost on me... much.
A requited response, genuine & true.
Left relishing the ridiculousness of my feelings & yet.
I've come to notice that time is shared
& not selfishly held.
Yet, my honesty wanes in the truths I want to tell.
Of my murmuring heart when we first met.
As of current the nervousness of what I desire.
My hopes, that it's a hope your hoping for to.
A prayer that God's will & mine is shared.
Concerns of course there is nothing one can do except,
accept, do right & love unconditionally.
It becomes tiring if one tries to hard, if one lies,
if one reminisces to much &
if one is the only one giving.
The blood flows quickly
& smoothly as a feather caught in a draft.
Shaken yet undeterred
by the tickle you make me feel
& how the stomach stirs.
To the unknown of new days,
to today for being such a beautiful one,
once again enhanced by your simple tone telling me truths.
Time to slumber,
to put asunder hopes,
wants,
wishes,
desires
& transform them into a tranquil dream.
And maybe with time more of a reality, one can only dream.
Till next time...
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October 24th ’07
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
Just another minor upset...
Hopes that simply we would continue to talk.
Yet it seems that i've said enough to make her walk.
My life is still,
once again the heart has become overthrilled.
Overbeaten & sorrowful, it didn't take much, not at all.
Time to say whatever to the games we all play.
Freinds, lovers, shadows passing in the night.
Time to say whatever to things that make the heart sway.
Though nothing ends & new reality begins.
One that state the actuallity of all my things.
Thing one... I'm to be untold.
Thing two... I'll never know how its meant to unfold.
Mr. Cat let it be said, I'll leave it at that.
FANTASY TIME
Sharing a meal I watch as the spaghetti sauce splatters
upon your blouse. Yet you lighten up with a smile knowing
it is more comical then some tragedy. Green mint eyes
shine my direction ever smoothly lifting me from my seat.
I come over simply to take a bit of seltzer to the stain.
A joy of knowing that you'd rather dance to good ol Stevie
Wonder. Like ballroom sounds the small wooden floor echos.
A fresh squeeze & the last step lands by the furry rug by
the fire. Love made & all is better than well.
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October 10th ’07
Current mood: contemplative
What of the other. The new one placed before me.
A day its only been a single day & the heart flips & flops.
Yet the muses provide themselves in Gods time not mine.
The shaky heart must look to the beffudled mind.
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October 10th ’07
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
Carried away...
I saw and was swept... away.
Oh, how long has it been since you went away.
Since we first met. Since you first giggled.
How long has it been since you went away.
Did I not try hard enough to have you stay.
& now... you've returned.
I must commit to persit & show you my love.
Shared with many yet romantically with very few.
I've been wandering into projected fantasies.
I've been selecting how I want it to really be.
I've been rejecting those who don't know it could be true.
Astounded & found with a skipped beat.
Heaven is still attainable,
with small breaths and right steps.
With true words & passionate spirits.
Smoke dancing above the burning blaze, yet eternal.
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October 21st ’07
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
A failed parent...
A child loved & yet I let down.
Lost my cool how uncool.
Tried my best to calm the hothead.
Lost my mind, dreamed I would've done better.
Sanity seemed lost,
an ol an angry stranger reared its ugly head.
My shame, my sorrow.
Though not physical,
yet emotional & spiritual was the pain.
Verbal & intimidating the method.
Left to wonder what shall become of me as a true father,
a real husband, an a wise mentor.
My lesson, step back, cool down, breath, pray, wait, wait..
approach lovingly, calmly, spiritually.
My hope is to remember & apply better.
& yet my heart still hurts, time shall heal, it will.
Some day, one day, just not today...
FANTASY TIME
Would a new beauty that stirs my spirit to write be right.
She stopped the breeze between the leaves,
held the clouds in just a way
to shine the light upon an already gorgeous day.
How I wished I stayed to watch her by the bonfire.
Not really a fantasy,
more along the lines of a wanted reality.
Maybe, she'll take notice of the spirit & not the name.
For the best writers seem to write of, dare I say
"love".
Of the things that it trumps,
for it is God's reality it exists.
I write from loneliness and wanting.
I write from having loved, been loved & being loved.
I write from wanting to be loved romantically once again
& hopefully till death do part.
I write from not having been writing much
for the lack of a stirring heart.
It has been silent & now no longer,
how does such a soul continue forth.
Turn it over and all shall become as it should.
Some day, one day, just not today...
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October 19th ’07
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
Unmarried...
Still left to be molded with another.
Still left to be entwined with a lover.
Still left to be raptured by a wife.
Still left to be with a child to be shared with a mother.
Still left to be me and wanting.
I need my muse spot again... I've nothing in this room.
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October 17th ’07
Current mood: contemplative
A gentle reminder...
Twas bout 4yrs, her eyes, her smiles.
To dream such a tender sweet soul...
Impossible, yet to see & be within her presence.
I flitter... my chest is lost, my spirit beffuddled.
Yet I wonder... or believe that there is no love for me.
I'm tired... no fantasy... Just a hope...
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October 10th ’07
Current mood: contemplative
Tired of the ol horizon...
Eigth mile new horizon & yet...
Repetitious are the words this one uses.
Ever hearing the pains of many & the cries of more.
Cubicle horizon so rigid & cold, together we've lost.
Lost spiritual connections with the world,
lost spiritual connections with one another,
lost spiritual connections with ourselves.
Cleaning translucent walls yet still so blind.
Removing trash from the grounds yet so dirty.
Facing some problems yet ignoring the major ones.
Hopeless, no. Helpless, no. Faithless, maybe.
An understanding of my responsibilities.
Not to act indifferent to yours is mine as well.
Tell me not of the woes & wants of the world,
yet of the wows & the needs of the world.
The eight mile brings only a brand new horizon noting more.
Never will any horizon ever be reached, as it ought to be.
Yet the beauty of that horizon passed & the one we venture
forth to our within our grasp.
The hope of a new spiritual & less cubic of a horizon.
Would you even imagine.
FANTASY TIME
In a field with pens & papers in hand, maybe solar powered
laptops.
Children, ours, running frolicking with a true innocence.
Whisps of cut grass catch the wind underfoot of the young.
We write of the worlds grievances & its joys.
We propose solutions & acclamations to its name.
We ooze the essence of wisdom with love on leaflets.
We communicate for further insight with one another.
We ask & listen for the worlds opinions.
We in turn release ours back onto the world.
We know the importance of we & the world,
as well as the world & we the people.
For the children look to we & we look to take care of them.
A tranquility further nurtured in arms of one another.
Ever feeling the others heart, ever knowing our common
love.
For the people, to the people must understand they need
people.
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October 2nd ’07
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
Music Muse...
Brisky eve... Nicotine swirling in the breeze.
I've tried so often to understand the changes of time.
Only to understand that it is ever present.
I watch as the new sprout new wings. Like i once did.
Not tattered or torn yet smoothly scarred.
Yet a wisdom from the root lets the blossoming be
beautiful.
An understanding of the right soil helps the soul find the
sun.
At times the information seems knotted twisted in its
expression.
To struggle we must at times seek the help that is out
there.
A vine upon the brick. Ever vigilant ever growing.
Growing into the hardness of what is.
Directions, to lost, please... Thank you.
Never to arrive yet to continue is what I know.
FANTASY TIME:
By the sea. In the bay. Upon our boat. Sailing the coast.
By the sea. Under & above the blue. As the sun toasts & we
roast.
By the sea. Ride the waves play indoor games when i
misbehave.
By the sea. Just the breeze your twinkling eyes & me.
By the sea. Oh the beauty of a horizonless horizon.
Two of us & maybe some day one day just not today three.
By the sea.
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September 17th ’07
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
My lil ufo...
My lil UFO came to mind...
& the reason why may be directed at the worlds direction.
Watching the sorry state of mothers, fathers & the
children being berated & undone from innocence.
Watched by watching the nastiness of what we think to
call "just the news". Yet not stating that the negativity
is blasted & lasted longer than the story of hope. Dry
eyed & having counted the decades I've yet to cry. My lil
UFO reminds me that we struggle & that we all fall short.
How much doesn't make any difference. Their is a beauty in
the way we stuggle for when we succeed we truly grow...
FANTASY TIME:
Seclusion by the lake... as the child plays we lay, with
your head upon my chest. "So rapid" you say about the
beating of my heart. As I brush your sun bright hair I
trace my fingers along your brow. And say "I wrote this
one day, never grasping how awesome it would be. Till
now."
Maybe some day one day just not today... |
