Saturday, May 14, 2011

Questioning Tick

3 a.m.
We meet again.
I'm kind of fond of you.
These feelings are strongest,
When I here the tick of your hour.

3 a.m.
We meet again.
I'm kind of fond of you.
Let me close my eyes
so We may dance on until dawn.

Only in dreams do you show your smiles and fears.
You blind me of the absences,
or rub their stench through my cheeks.

Leave my heart alone.
I cling to the imprints left there,
Which you stir with a large, iron spoon.
Stop the wandering.
Stop the wandering.
Stop the wandering.

3 a.m.
We meet again.
I'm kind of fond of you.
These feelings are strongest,
When I hear the questioning tick of your hour.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

One More Shot

I need the sun.
I need the warmth to fill me
And to push me.

What are the ingredients for this rebirth?
Faces mesh together;
I feel so far away.
I'm walking blinded by my frustrations.

My hands clasp,
My legs trot,
My lungs stubborn to agree to this wind.
There is life here waiting to be born again.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

You Were Right

"Is this really what you want?
Are you just sticking with it now because it's all you've got?"

"You do not have to run and hide from anything at all. You're powerful. Stand inside your power and observe the life that's been presented before you, and whatever insults your soul, send it away."
June 29th, 2008