This Poet's Dream

These are the fluid lines that spill forth…

Month: February, 2017

Hawaii Stole My Heart (But It’s Not What You Think)

One year ago today

I flew in three different airplanes

Through three different cities

Over twenty-three hours of time

Across the entire country

And half of the Pacific

Just to reach you

Yes you

I came for you with all of the hope in the world

I planted myself into the moist soil

Dug my fingers into the arid sand

Took in the trade winds

While the rains danced upon my skin

I set my pen upon paper

And there I began a new chapter

Yet by the time I learned the flow

And found my confidence

The waves of your strife

Washed over me

Drowning my lungs

In salt and tears 

A tortured soul

Dragging me to depths

Too many fathoms below the light

Only to wrestle me 

Into submission and darkness

I find I am still alive

Only because I was exiled

Still, against my will

Six months ago

You broke me

Catching me with your hooks

Tearing my lips

Squeezing me too tight

Cracking scales and crushing bones

Only to toss me back

An unwanted catch

You didn’t even take the time

To look 

To know

If I made it alive

Back into the sea


I have my own path

But every time I think I am healing

I find that familiar cold pain

In the center of my chest

It is silence I crave

Yet my mind still screams

Just when I feel safe

You dig back in just to make sure

Your claws shining, shaping new cuts

Catching the scab you left

That bleeds again and again

I became lost with you

And further lost without you


I will still stand

Learning to live with the scars

Mending my heart with my own two hands

Your essence forever stamped upon my soul

Like a heavy bootprint

Squashing worms in the mud


Haiku #106

I find no solace

Dancing on an empty floor

Tasting not of you 

One More Taste

It seems now

The last time

Was an afterthought

One more taste

Taken in haste 

And fearsome passion

Burning the edges of my hair

With your fingertips of fire

Only taking what you wanted

Only here

To make me hurt again

Final Night

The journey

Now forever etched upon time

A carving of carnal knowledge

Too deep to recover

Vast beds of heaving chests 

Move forward into the dark hallways


Choosing life

No more

The Curse of St. Patrick

All the words in the world

Don’t repeat my mind

I am filled with

Strands of your voice

Lost forever among the crashing of the waters

Churning against my stomach walls

A church brogue 

Brought to light by the fanatical 

And set aflame 

By those whose ignorance

Outwits them all

Haiku #105

You must have hurt me

For me to leave paradise

Bad seed from the start

A Poet’s Death

I try to write

And write

And write

Yet it is as though

You have even hijacked 

My mind’s words

Each poem still speaks 

Of the injuries to my being

Careless in casting

Dire in consequence

All sorrows

Continue to bleed

Though I am pressing on the wound

The days travel forward now

I am where I want to be

Finding new ways to smile

Yet the joys

I once felt 

For the written words

Bursting from my pen

My fingertips


In fact


All over again