You stay strangely vacant
from the grey matter these days.
Why, it was a traveler–a vagrant–
who saw you
so that they could relay
it to the rest of us.
Eyes, so to speak, who composed
music of the loveliest girl
in the world.
Translated it too. Translated it
for all the senses, for all the muscles,
the blood, the bones.
Why did they look to you
when they can just get by?
I could get you off my mind
but the vacancy
seldom lasts.
Tag: heart
Half of the Time
My heart’s only in it half of the time,
the other half fast fades away
but then for a bit, a moment sublime,
it goes along with the charade.
A bittersweet vision dancing in light,
a vision undoubtedly you,
but fast does it fade and try as I might
my world fades to a shade of blue.
Premeditated Coincidence
Her heart leans on coincidence
and leaves me lacking a defense
and even if there’s no offense
it feels premeditated
and I hate that I don’t hate it
Say So
Where are you?
Have you made camp
near lakes and rivers
of the bitter tears you’ve shed?
Are you trapped inside
your head again?
Are you suspended
in the humid air
of deep breaths and sighs
trying to land?
Are you landlocked
in the past
and trying to fly?
I can’t rescue you
but here’s my hand
to grab onto,
a shoulder for leaning,
an ear to hear,
a candle burning–
I’ll look for you
if you wish,
if you say so.
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Start writing…
but what?
Where do I draw the line
between the words
and the inspiration?
Will they know
what I’m saying
when I don’t always know
myself?
Maybe if I cut the line
instead of drawing it
then there would be
room for change.
Start writing…
and tiptoe
through your mind,
stomping with
evasive words
It’s Just a Heart
The heart is an ugly looking muscle
that has long been made
to look like something
it is not.
The heart has a purpose,
a practicality,
a pulse that gets
the body and the mind
working together by its many
intricate vessels.
The heart is an ugly looking muscle,
that is to say,
it ain’t pretty but we’d all die
without it.
Beauty does not equal function
nor does function equal perfection–
I do not literally die
when I hear how hard you are
on yourself;
my heart keeps beating, aching,
wondering how your heart
clearly ain’t showing you
what every other practical one
sees clearly.
It often skips a beat,
something normally abnormal,
but understandable
when it senses you.
It doesn’t literally die,
it functions like it should.
The heart is an ugly looking muscle
and it’s beating in this imperfect vessel.
This heart is an ugly looking,
imperfect muscle
but it knows a good heart
when it sees it.
Hearts On Fire
The ice cold ashes from failure
A broken heart, lying in pieces
Like a ruined stained glass
Window, tell only half the story
But since I met you, the ashes
Turned to embers, to a fire
And the pieces came together
Forging something new
And for the first time, in so long
Days don’t feel so bad
Maybe it’s the time of the
Season, the turning of the tide
But maybe it’s just you
And while I want us to be
Together in love, I know too
It may not happen, but if a bond
Can remain as strong as this
Then I have the peace of mind
You helped me feel complete
The Sungazers’ Waltz
I never looked directly
into the sun’s bright rays
to fully appreciate
the splendor as I gaze
at the brushstrokes on the land
and the painted heavens–
a feeling unparalleled,
unmatched in its pleasance.
It’s not that I’ll pay no mind
when our paths intersect
for I’ll still see the splendor
all around, indirect,
and you will still be beauty
and pleasance as you are,
and often I will ponder
of that brilliant star
The Evening News
Here I am, standing,
at the scene of the crime
one unintended
though there’ll be served time.
My heart was stolen
though I thought it untrue–
but ’til there’s more news
this is me
back to you
The Monster
What scared and scarred me more
than the love that I professed
was how I walked away
and my heart did not protest.
Do monsters feel regret
in the deeds they’ve committed?
Do monsters feel reprieve
when these things are admitted?
With a sinking feeling
and a hope it wasn’t true,
my heart and mind agreed
that the true monster was you.
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