Makes the loudest .
white against the red
as my lover’s kisses rain on me
as maples syrup drenched.
Red and perfect like cherries ripening
Delicate curls that fall on me like falling crimson leaves. “Dive with me ”
she implores “to a world we have never seen ”
and I sink
into a world of possibilities
In my youth I found it illusive and mystical
like the moon on a clear night.
It’s not a great feeling saying you know it’s pull for some
and the fear of it,
a gripping one for many others.
It does not seek only the fools
or the weak.
All fall ,
when the Maker calls
and the time comes for everyone
when it knocks on your door.
A mercy for some
and for the living
a loss forever more… Death can be sweet
in the arms of a partner
who has known you a lifetime or not.
It could be lonely
and painful in a clinical room
filled with machines and endless beeping.
Nevertheless, I’m glad I’ve seen and know it,
yet I’ll never fully want to embrace it
just quite yet…
Who could when the lossing and letting go is the hardest to bear.
When the time comes,
may it be near or far.
May i not fear it but see the endless possibilities of eternal greatness with those whom I love.
Death will take me one day… but for now
let me live.
Worn out bodies
A mind that won’t stop thinking
A body that remembers
Love is love….
When the day grows old
A rapture in time
And raspberry bites
Drown me in them….
Suddenly I’m taken
Drenched in my own making
Not wanting more
Just giving up to pleasure
and I’m down the hall to you.
I can’t leave you even if I wanted to.
on the arc of the door to you.
One step to reality and another to Oz. So are you the wizard?
I can’t deny
That it’s a mess
And yet it’s reality?
Can we fix ”tis house of cards
Do we let it burn?
and I’m under.
Can’t escape the weight of your love and wonder.
I want more.
I’m leaving reality again for
2 more hours,
Canned or be canned..
Sometimes I stay silent not knowing what to say as I feel like I have nothing to give.
Other days I say too much and i struggle to swallow words not meant to exist.
I wonder about purpose.
I wonder about my purpose ?
I’m sure I know He knows it.
Sometimes the wall starts to close in a little.
I crawl away a little from the light, take comfort in the dark that is familiar.
I try to play a little,
But that feeling.
Just gnaws till you address it.
Little a hamster on a wheel
A fly in a wall
We try to live or observe.
So I live a little,
Observe to try a little
And hope I give more juiced to existence before I expire.