Saturday, February 8, 2014

Birthday Girl

Scent of bitter hops fill the air.
Patrons laughing, full of booze.
Silently sitting in this wooden chair.
Watching, listening to fragile echoes.

My ears pick up my name.
Sounding off as a fog horn.
In front of me sits a young dame.
Piercing me with a flawless smile.

Eyes that match the sky
Staring deep into my pale gray.
Drink in hand, while I sit dry.
Giggling with all those that sit near.

Something very wrong,
Something very wrong here.
Waiting for it all along.
Listening to the momentum.


A scent of coffee beans fill the air.
Floorboards creak with liberal laughter.
Drinks serve a touch of hipster flair.
Hands interwoven with blue ribbons.

Once more sits the young dame.
Flashing a perfect smile with precise ease.
Enamored by a young flame.
Hoping to spark a wildfire.

Chilled cold of night haunts us.
As we begin to depart, I stop.
Finding my voice to address.
Holding high the glass of scotch.

Swirling into the blueness of the sky.
My heart filled with pure intentions.
A toast to life before we say goodbye.
Fragile echoes among the crowd.

Something very strong,
Something very strong here.
We knew it all along.
The imagery is unclear.

Feet begin to shuffle us on.
A closing embrace.
On different paths we walk upon,
Never forget the ones who truly care.

A different scene, a different time.
Silently sitting in my car.
My mind questions a crime.
Did I wish her a happy birthday?







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Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Kissing Sun

Sun rays bleed through the blinds.
A mother waking her child.
The warmth dancing on my skin.
Tiny dance steps running wild.

Tired eyes open to the sun.
Caring wife embracing her lover.
Dotting little kisses upon my face.
Tugging me away from the cover.

Sun beams gleefully smile.
Little daughter surprising her father.
A pining hug seeping deep through.
Not caring if she's a little bother.

Pulling the string to bask in light.
Lovers warmth envelopes the room.
Eyes adjusting to filter out.
Soaking in sunshine I bloom.










One Click.

Stay through night, you'll be awake.
We'll do a dance of blur.
Motionless pictures begin to quake.
Sudden movements flicker.

The cold sweat of seeing her.
A whirlpool of reactions.
Lifeless photos blend and stir,
Stirring away at the heart.

Her smile a abstraction
Of realizing a moment of something.
An allure to crush all distractions. 
A longing touch of nothing.

She swings over to me, pulling me
Overboard in the ocean of memories.
Drowning, further sinking in this sea.
Her face ever so slicker.

Awaken to the glare of light.
Your smiling picture remains.
Once more I begin a emotional fight.
Yet, one click and I'm free.


Thursday, September 12, 2013

Gude Ale Keeps Our Heart's Aboon

Miles into the air, a roar.
Not a roar of triumph or defeat,
A roar of joyous laughter!
Rapturous hearts in heat.

Friends gathered near a pub.
Drinking to good times and the worse.
Grinning cheers turn somber.
Old minds thinking of an old verse.

"I am tomorrow, of some future day, 
what I establish today. 
I am today, what I established yesterday 
or some previous day."

Irish proverbs by humble Joyce.
Tomorrow we look forward,
For today we drink to what was,
What is, our moment forward.

Miles into the air, a roar.
Not a roar of triumph or defeat,
A roar of joyous laughter!
Rapturous hearts in heat.

Drinking to times of good,
worse, and celebrating true heart.
Drunkard friends we raise our laughs!
Pathetically singing moments that never part. 


 

Monday, July 1, 2013

Onward's I Suppose

Traveling through murky roads.
Drifting into the unknown.
Humming along with all the toads.
Foot after foot I continue onward.

Destinations don't hold bar.
Adventuring the towns and scaling
Mountain tops in lands bizarre.
Foot after foot I continue onward.

Dodging Kelpie's at river banks.
Trolling the trolls at tow bridges. 
Swimming along in these fish tanks.
Foot after foot I continue onward.



Wanted to write a little silly poem about, well, traveling to places you want to be. Whether it's to a new land or simply to the kitchen. Never stop moving to something you want to explore.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Until The Earth Begins To Part Under Skies So Blue

Deep in the chasm of a bleeding heart.
Anguish echoes within it's halls.
Wailing upon tiny fragments of lost dreams.
Stone by stone she forges these walls.

Seeds carried over on the midsummer breeze.
Immersing roots sprout small flowers.
Eyes romantically filled as their lips touch.
Memories of heartfelt hours.

Poisonous grief sickens the flowerbeds.
Wilting petals crumple each year.
Remembering the blood that stains the grounds .
Rain cascades as she sheds a tear.


Cruelest of winter's, a single flower
Blooms in a old woman's garden.
It's radiant beauty towers
Over the discontent of snow covered grief.


Deep in this chasm of a bleeding heart.
In the very center lies love.
A single flower blooms with his essence.
His soul lives below and above.

Waiting one day to kiss her lips once more.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Whispers



Whispers.

Those whispers soothingly urging me to fabricate thoughts.

Thoughts so abstract, forming a singularity.

My mind finally open, connecting all the dots.

Neurons whispering to each other, relaying the words, the idea's throughout my mind.

Sudden emotions rise as I begin to understand the complexity's.

Question is, how do I find the words to describe or define?

Whispers.

Listen to soothing whispers that bear from the depths of my very essence.







Just something I had in mind.