Winter's Moonlight

The Book

I closed the door on this chapter a long time ago
but you continue to pry open the pages
dog ear and book mark
highlight and scribble remarks in the margin
(in pencil).
I want to leave the book on that shelf
to collect dust and know that the pages
are turning yellow,
but you keep removing it from the
top of the shelf and flip through
each page and continuously crack the spine
and read aloud each line of my pain
with the poetic grace of Shakespeare.

And yet, with each recital of my life
You renew old thoughts, memories, and dreams
Dreams I once thought would stay in those pages
And stay there for eternity,
But, here I am, waiting, listening
And I intend to stay here, wherever here is.
I never have broken that promise I made to you
And I never will, I will keep on trying
My heart is no longer inscribed in the book of the past,
But, is yours?
You flip through my pages for what reason?
Are you here to keep this book?
Or will you put it back on the dusty shelf?

A Wondrous Sight

You don’t know this
But when I think of you,
I escape to the top of this hill
Overlooking the valley.
And if you can catch it at the right time
You can see the golden sunset.
You can see the rays run over the hills
And the shadows come out and play.
It is then,
That I look to the sky,
And see the stars.
And it is here,
That I breathe in the space between these stars,
And breathe in their freedom.
Well, I say they are free,
But truthfully, even they are prisoners.
Prisoners of the midnight sky,
But they shine upon me.
And light the dark, the sun left behind.
And I stare,
And stare,
And keep staring until the stars begin to fade.
As the wondrous robins sing their morning songs.
And as the flowers glisten in their color once again.
And it is then that I see the sun come back,
And chase the shadows from whence they came.
But when the sun sets again,
Then the faithful stars shall keep me warm,
And provide me with the necessary delight,
That I need to stay truthful.
And then I know,
As I look across this valley,
This is why I am here.

( not a poem)

i dont' know what to feel anymore. My body is so twisted in the grit and grime of life, that my soul is so tattered and dirty that i can't feel the coldness of this new winter that has come over heart. I thought i had it all figured out, and then the little twist came...and i fell apart. what am i to do??

i wish you wouldnt
be who you are

someone so perfect
someone without scars

you suck them right in
with you innocent act

and your godly deeds,
your impeccable tact.

your friendly words
wont fool me again

im not as naieve
as i was back then

i know how you spite
me and my smile

how it twisted within you,
all this long while.

but you hold all my secrets
and hold all my friends,

and i wont let this go
till it meets it due end.

so sit and relax,
go on being good,

sometimes i talk
much more than i should.

We can say we are afraid of nothing. But it is the fear that keeps man going thru time. If man would have stayed fearful of the skies, we would not have planes. If man would have stayed fearful of the water, we would not have discovered fish. We can say we are afraid of nothing. But i am afaid of getting close to something, then losing it, then forgetting what i ever had. But if i never try, then i will never know. And the fear of not knowing, is the greatest fear of all.

Autumn is a mirror of my soul
In which each day, turns a new leaf

But no matter how many times a leaf changes its color,
It will still belong to the same tree.

Last night I laid down
And had a crazy dream
I dreamt I was in a land of honey
Where I could wish for anything

But I didn’t wish for money
No I didn’t wish for Greed’s Blue
I only wished for one thing
And that wish was all about you.

But if I could have this one wish
I would make it this very day
And I would whisper to your ear
Love will find a way.

Do you gaze upon this moon
that my eyes so longingly adore?
Does this sky that shelters me
hold you, too, beneath its stars?
My eyes no longer recognize
The face you that now wear
My soul no longer grieves
About a heart that never cares
A dove flies across the moon
Single, without its mate
I shall fly in vain, searching
But in love, there is no fate
Destiny isn’t destiny
Unless we let it be
The past, I can no longer mourn
And the future I can’t see
But now is now, And you are here
So I’ll hold you tight, close to me
A draft I feel, from this night
Please, Don’t let go of me

I thought they were joking
When they said love truly hurts
But I should have listened
For my broken heart is now an expert

I thought I loved you
But it must have been a lie.
But these feelings for you
Are so real my heart just can’t defy

My feelings are a field of roses
With one single tare
But something like this
Just doesn’t come out of thin air

I want you to be happy
And not gamble with what could be
So leave “this” alone
And keep your heart for eternity

Write About
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Staring down at an empty page
Twice erased and old with age
Once filled with words of rhyme and reason
But now lost within the book's own season
Try to write about the mornin blue
But just can't do it, my words won't come through
Calm myself, and write about a sandy beach
Then see how far my pencil is out of reach
try to write about the wars that we're in
Drip, Drop---- my tears---- Where have they Been?
try to write about the murders i see
But just no excuse can be made on paper to me
Or how about words on politics of the day
Then again, they're so corrupt, there is no meaning for words to say
How hard it is to find a topic to write about
For the world is drowning,Yet we are in a drought.