Posts published in “Poems”

Oh, God, can you
Forgive me for the totality
Of the things I have done?
Your easy breeze will be
All I need.

How many days do I sit to stare
Out a window that isn’t there?

Held in that thought so long
I forgot I existed in eyes behind;

A man without his mind
Is a horse without a mane: We’re
Just silly to look at, standing where
Our bodies break through the something
That surrounds us, hoping the world
Will wait for us to be a little more
Of who we thought we’d be.

The wheel forms a groove
In the back of Mother Earth.
I pull the world behind me,
Hoping I can push my burden
Even farther than I have before.
But, the tangles slip from the barrow
And I’m caught again, shoveling my
Responsibilities away while I
Run, tumbling, after.

A thousand days ago, you
Accepted my asking you
For marriage, and you
Smiled before a cry you
Shared with family you
Had to speak to if you
Were to tell anyone you
Knew. And, I let you
Spend the evening you
Saw a thousand times before
Waiting for your dreams to
Catch up with the reality you
So thoroughly enjoyed that night
And, I hope, all the days after you
Accepted me: a thousand days ago.

(written February, 2011)

The wind may sway
Swinging lights of traffic,
But their colors still switch
As they’ve been programmed to.

I have these
Un-
Controllable ticks,
Fre-
Quent ‘sms pretending
To be cures for what ail;
I know they do not.
I try, though, their
Easy fixes
And oft time remember
Only after, as memory
Often does, that my
Mind determines pain
Or endurance. I choose en-
Durance now.

How many days
Does it take
To see this
World for
The beauty
It is when
Night opens
To day, and
Day opens
To smile
On the face
Of the one
Who needed
One more day?

One more
Day to see
The beauty
Of one more
Day?

My life is scripted like a staged play,
3 acts and I know it’s over– a little
Sad, yes? Nah, I know how much my life will be worth when I die. He
Knows my life is for Him–
My wife, my family, my legacy will
Be not for not– I will hold on to
The dream of being something my
Kids will represent, happily.

Amazing how such
Strong convictions
Can be felt as one’s
own weaknesses;
Thoughts, strengthened,
Become not doubt, but
Embarrassments: the
Feeling of being exposed,
Of being open to swift jabs,
For beliefs that should be without
Consequence of judgement.
But isn’t that what a conviction is?:
The bonding of one’s views with
One’s own way of life, of living
And interacting, even if outcast or
Shutout from others’ ideas or actions.

Yeah, yeah,
You use to see me by the road
Helped yourself to an eye full
While I couldn’t help myself,
But that’s how life is
For the most part, brilliant,
But then a moment comes
That turns you from where
You once were, takes your
Eyes from the slide to the
Landing– where I knew
You’d find me, eventually,
Love, Yours Truly.

How? How? How? How
Many ways you take my breath away
When I try to remember, but
But, but, but, then another comes
And I’m left wondering how many
More you’ll come up with– Jazz
Hands to Air Dry, another day, another
Way you’re breaking my heart–‘s
walls to be closer to he who
You know has many more to go!
How? How? How? How many
Times will you break my heart–‘s
Walls before you check my pulse that
Way you do when being you:
A beauty with a brain, main
Love/main squeeze, and a
Penchant for the dramatic cheese?

Replay. Wind it back, let it go, do it again like Groundhog Murray–
I like this beat– nah, love it–
Holdin my head in a sway
Like I’m runnin and still–
Stuck like a fall, yeah, for you–
But, wait! You capture me
With words I’ve never heard,
Like, “hehe,” “haha,” “baaaby!”
And what I got? Nada, babe,
But smirk and bit/smirk and bit
My lips to show you how you
Got me feelin to/every/day/again.