Saturday, June 26, 2010

To Love Her

If you want her,
open your ears
in place of your heart

if you want to know her,
open your mind
discounting life's affections

if you long to keep her,
bring with you empathy
forgetting all frivolousness

only in this manner
will you fully know
what it is

to love her.

Monday, June 21, 2010

the truth

you can look,
but you can’t really tell
what’s truly going on inside

the mind
the walls
pristine the exterior
shining the light

what’s underneath
the shield
may never truly be reveled
yet you may ponder
and question

hoping to discover
the truths held within
the protective mind

by your own secrets
your own agenda

to make sense of what is real
variable on whatever pieces
you may find

the truth remains skeptical
for it is all
of what you make of it

the truth,
is in your lying mind

Thursday, June 17, 2010


so much louder than words,
yet how much breath has been wasted?
time slipping away
to speak, but not listen
to listen, but not hear
i give you,
as there are no more words to say.

Monday, June 14, 2010

it's hard not loving you

it’s hard not loving you,
your smile,
your laughter
it’s hard not loving
the challenges you partake in
the hope you bring to others
the way you hold me,
as if you were to let go
i would fall into eternal burden
it’s hard not loving you
the way that i would like to
it’s hard each time we part,
how your embrace stays with me
strengthening the release
of our bond
it’s hard not loving you
even harder still
to love myself,
without you.

Friday, June 11, 2010


pumping through veins
knowingly rising
in dissolution
again and again
self-purgatory rains
pouring within
masochist of sorts
anxiety perused
returning to avail,
no pity for the
self-sacrificing soul
laid limply beneath defeat
exhausted, alone
in the midnight error
of bliss

Wednesday, June 9, 2010


there is a place both here and beyond
where it all comes together
the world and the universe
become one
eternally tied up,
set free
the words unbroken
escaped from
centuries of captivity
released the revenge
the forgiveness
be-lovingly the secrets
of existence
distance depleted
words ravelled
as the pen lay to rest
the soul ever more

Thursday, June 3, 2010

oh sweet chic

How can i say this?
my delicate chic…

where you were born to the stable henhouse
raised to peck, running around the stomping ground
spooned in the feathers of comfort at dusk
father there to cock-a-doodle the morn
familiar, the land of which you were born
one day you will be king
to raise the roost
it is your beautiful destiny

well some, such as i,
were born with wings to fly
born atop a functioning nest
to be fed from a mouth up high
raised vigilantly
to be set free amongst the wild
wide winged with a keen eye

it’s by chance we’ve met
that i should land here to rest
although seemingly intriguing and exotic,
a grand new fixture to adorn
when you beckon the sun
as a baritone cock
wings will spread
briskly flying
into the morn

How can i say this?
sweet little chic
although the same species,
some birds are meant to fly