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.

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. 

 

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.

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.

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.

The Larger Picture

Remembering a tiny fragment of boyish joy.

Where I stood in the midst of trees. 

Surrounded by natures gift's to enjoy.

Digging my fingers into soft dirt.

Cool warmth of the earth in my palm.

Running through Autumn woods.
Watching reds, oranges, and yellows fall.
Inhaling the scene as if they were baked goods.
Lungs filling with the cool crisp scent of autumn.
Clarity washing me with sudden calm.

Releasing the dirt from my hand.
Gazing at the ground where my feet lie.
At such a young age I begin to understand.
A dot that fits right in the larger picture.
Hearing the wind sing it's psalm

I quietly close my eyes and just enjoy.

2036

Driving the stretch of this old city.

Searching for a peace of mind.

Staring at the decay and gritty

Decent of old ruins of glamorous pride.

Hearing the engine rumble on.

Spellbound to the enduring highway.

Radio playing a song foregone. 

Looking out to see a vast wasteland.

Desert of charcoal black.

Nothing living, nothing growing.

Demons we elected wanted to attack.

Fight all to bring back forgotten status.

Driving the stretch of this old road.

Searching for a peace of mind.

Staring out, watching it slowly erode.

Dancing sand winds covering the past.

 

 

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