Learning To Express Myself
With her little hand in mine,
I whittle riddles in my mind.
The subtle, heartfelt thoughts aside,
I wonder if she knows her size;
As underneath my nervous eyes,
Hides a brittle man disguised
That came to life inside your smile;
Your mortar makes me come alive.
The bravest thing I’ve ever won
Was never more than tearing down
What’s built around something I’d done;
Too ashamed to mark the ground,
And blamed the pain, without a sound.
Now decades stain a past once proud!
What made us blister, festers loud!
And deafens, deadens…
Shames me endlessly…
And washes the truth to be found.
I challenge you to lose it all.
We’ll scavenge food; confuse the law!
Imagine! Few would choose to fall,
Less manage to attune so raw
And salvage all you lose as flaws;
I’ll have as king’s do – Golden Halls!
As if the horizon
Was kicked from her sleep;
Opened her eyes and
Bared all her teeth.
As the sun slowly rises,
I stand underneath.
Look to the skies and
Wonder at peaks
That call to define me
Through climbing techniques
Which have shown to incline he
Who seeks the retreat
Within meaning defining
Why the ground feels so steep
And find you’ll be minding
This person you meet
When the mountains subside
Into dust at your feet.
I ponder fathoms in my sleep,
That must be why the gloom is thick.
Yet slowly, to and fro, she seeps
Around me, loosening my grip.
Behold! She ebbs and flows me deep
Into her, making me a ship
To soothe and wonder as she sweeps
This craft she made, on loving trips.
Blessed am I to see in sleep,
As my waking eyes just yell.
Blessed am I to feel her keep,
My ship sailing within herself.
What magic you shared,
As I know you’re away,
Now I walk in this space
Full of Kings, and relay
My dominions upon them,
Yet my actions betray
That my thoughts rummage forward
In snowy cheeks of your face.
Blushing winters expose me,
Yet made me a place
To be more than I am
If I choose to stay.
I seen a man with a young cocker spaniel today.
She was cute. ‘Cross the street
She sat down to say “Hey!”
I melted on over,
Reached my hand down to play
And leaned forward
Into eyes of pure joy
Reflecting electric history
My eyes wetted gratefully
For every memory brought back to me
Of when the kids were young.
My sleepy spring sidewalk
On Sundays lets me,
Haunt there, as a ghost
That everyone sees.
Cause, even the sidewalk
Feels something is missing.
As my smiles and waves
Fail in convincing
Me that I’m living.
But, at least there’s less
Impression bore down
On this little brick
I feel safe around.
I collapsed! Flayed my knees
on the roots of this tree.
Explosions of pain
Pay the toll to the hole
In my soul and release
Me to breathe a sigh of relief.
But this thing that I am
Chases down the disease,
Robs the beast of his feast,
Lays down in his jaws,
And resigns to its’ teeth.
Like water one spring
Decided to melt
Round the pores of my neck
And spilled electrical
ramifications round
soul-searching stares
over coffee and
tripping
fingers.
Moth-like commitments
burn themselves in our
radiant insecurities and our
god-damn experience smiles
from the shadows as we
keep rolling through the light
bulbs holding each
other.
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