This Poet's Dream

These are the fluid lines that spill forth…

Month: April, 2015

4.25

The details of the escape
Are a bit fuzzy
But your intentions were too
A wreck of a human
Times metal and collision
Scraping glass knuckles
Puncturing the wounded
And fragile heart
Caged in a chest
Framed unlike the others
A loving self
A loathing self
The die were cast
Fates decided
And the disk slipped
Too far out of place

For E.P.W.
I hope to see you next time around friend.

Love’s Lost Fortune Found

I love you for destroying the ugly parts of my soul
Angst bubbling just beneath the surface
Of your rusting suit of arms
Flowing like lava through tired veins
Etching a burning path of despair between us
The crest upon your shield
Worn away from years of battling Against yourself
With your dark brows
Hard lines against your face
Your daily tightrope walk
Between peace and war
Wearing me down and out
Glaring through my armor
Until it all fell away
Your inevitable departure
Itching like a bug bite
Reminds me that I can indeed
Be bitten by tiny monsters
But that I can, and will heal
Now, during quiet days
I have trouble remembering
The sweeter thoughts
Moments of tenderness
Overshadowed by the destruction
Of the tower you chose to demolish
Not for the sake of love
But instead, your own weakness
Leading my heart into the abyss
To be restored by my own hand

Where Is Love Now?

Recalling the chase
The excitement I felt
Like a teenager in love for the first time
I remember little except your smile
Your open hand
And the time you took a knee in the doorway to the balcony on Mill
Not to propose
But to offer yourself to me
Under false pretense
In some play for power
That would eventually destroy me
Like every piece of trash you owned That you left behind
In someone else’s garage
My heart was shattered yet I trusted you then and there
To help me carry the pieces along
Until we found enough glue
My dream was to help you
Carry and patch together yours
While you helped me
Patch together mine
It did not matter where
Or how
Just that we loved and it was enough to figure it all out
I thought, so foolish a though
That you were in fact
Someone with enough room inside
To accept all that was the broken in me
(I did my very best to accept you)
Someone with enough understanding
Enough patience with life while we healed, together
There was no mistaking the love
That sparked ever fiercely
Between us as we created storms
Yet those sparks never caught flame
As the rains and winds and waters took precedence
This is why I used to try
To reach out
To touch your arm
To connect with you inside
While in my dreamscapes
Hoping that the spark was to find a source of love, somewhere
A source to burn ever brighter into eternity
Instead of misery dragging through the mud
The pain has eased now
Expect for the quiet moments
Combing my hair
Brushing my teeth
Small things that I held close to my chest
When I slept over every night
Because you never made room
In your empty castle to share with me
And so I was always a guest
Looking over my shoulder when I was supposed to be with my love
Now, time has passed along
And miles have grown
I do not have words of joy for you
And this is why
Silence continues to draw her cold breath
From the edges of my reality

Haiku #64

I know she still reads
My lines as I etch them here
When will freedom come?

Haiku #63

I must have not seen
Anything but your own ghost
The whisper of time

Haiku #62

I thought I saw you
As I drove by the old place
Bare feet on brick steps