Category: Poetry (Page 12 of 36)

I told her I loved her once. 
I never lied.
Through the treasure of her moment's pause,
Came the music born of her own fear.

I held her hand once, 
And I never wavered.
Though uncertainty rained down upon our sands,
Strength was found in the grains that held us firm.

Perhaps our moment happened once,
Perhaps it never ended,
Because through the rain a ray of light,
Her smile, her eyes, Heaven sent them both.

At once there was all there was to know,
Forgotten twice there came the measure of a man,
My heart and soul embraced her forevermore,
Moving on, yet never quite forgotten.

I told her I loved her once.
I never lied.

I've seen you,
And marveled at your beauty.
I've heard you,
And sat enchanted by your melody.
I've felt you,
And melted slowly in your passion...

Now, a puddle am I,
Lost in thoughts of your power,
Kept imprisoned by nothing short of my own liberation.
Left drawing lines with my mind's wondrous pen,
"Come, sit beside me,"
I whisper words you'll never hear.

I see you bend in such wonderful ways,
A smile, a sultry a mission spent lost in space,
All of me, seemingly pointless in direction,
All of you, a star my ship sails nowhere to,
A master's compass begs me to some strange land,
A broken compass points me straight to you.

My god! I am lost, wandering about aimlessly here,
Gone intrepid pieces of some whimsical fantasy,
Where you and I are hand-in-hand,
Cheek-to-cheek, breast-to-breast,
Dancing slowing to our song,
Lost forever, forever long.

Amiss I may be, 
But true is the arrow on which my blood runs red,
Disharmony runs amok across the streets where I lay,
But true the song that sings your name,
So true the song that sings you name,
Love...I need to sleep...here I come.
Lost forever, forever long.

I do not care for your silly melancholy.
Or your shredded rose.
Or your enchanted mystery.

I do not care for your subtle innuendo.
Or your crazy attachments.
Or your mystical memories.

I care for you.
For the passionate warrior you are.
For the miraculous mix of flesh and soul.
For the jagged wounds and smoothest places you reveal.

You are your own story.
A mix of light and creepy shadows.
A page of jumbled words that somehow make perfect sense.
The light touch of the softest hand I have ever known.

You are your own epiphany.
Somehow brought to life by the tortured flames,
Of distant fires you sometimes use,
As a torch to light your way.

And then there is the space.
That beautiful altar on which I sit with you.
That gateless heaven on which we sing our tune.
That formless cloud on which our waters spring.

That space…that place where I feel you most.
In a myriad of my human reality,
There is you, part reality and part a certain fantasy.
And a sigh that calls your name.

I close my eyes and reach for you.
Yet both hands remain softly on my folded knee.
I open my heart and sing for you.
Yet words never leave my longing lips.

Seek me when the Sun sleeps,
And find me…
Howling at the Moon in her arousal.
There, a sound never to be forgotten.

Find me when the breaking dawn
Awakens in me things the dead forget.
Beg me for more, seek in me your respite…
Your cup, your thirst forevermore.

And I will answer you.
Through words of victory in sweet surrender.
In chants that beg the ecstasy from your flesh,
In hopes of moments yet to come.

And then, the slow release,
The ocean’s waves, the foggy breaks along the shore.
The answered prayers of body, soul and heart
Left to nothing on the floor.

You are the end of me, sweet love.
As I bathe in you, breathe you in
A thousands nights have begun to take their toll
As I fall to me knees, beaten to the core.

You will likely never know these things…
These dreams, these heartfelt fantasies.
You are but a sense of who I wish to be,
A monument to the sweetest possibility.

I heard upon a birth of flame
Within the nighttime sky,
The sullen, horrid, sultry scream
Of a thought that wouldn't die.

Deep laden groves etched deep and hard
On every singe mind.
Old stories told with nothing new,
And nothing left to find.

I had lost the very sight of me,
In the stories they would tell,
So much so I thought I lived,
Between their heaven and their hell.

Now, perfection looms in spite of who
The others say I'll be,
I just need accept and move beyond,
What they say of me.

I love you, trembling
We play in hopeful fantasy...
The next dawn my savior still.

Empty, lost, crashing still
Yet rising, a fiery snarl within
Real heroes never fly.

Truth, lies, in between
Through fire, her outstretched hand.
A winter's breath relieved.

Born blind to fabled certainty
Lost in mindless bruises left
Love's great fire born in me.

The fight complete, victory
My soul-raised hand, heart in kind
Love, the wings on which I fly

Silence, golden, until unspoken
Words that frame my mind
Nothing like footprints in the sand.
(Ok, not a haiku, but it just spilled out of me.)

There I stood, tall and proud,
Facing the raging sea.
I called to you, with no reply,
I had to turn to…me.

I begged and pleaded to no avail,
No savior came that day,
So I went within to find a source,
To find another way.

There began a battle,
I cursed, stumbled and fell,
It had become a bloody path
A path I knew too well.

I held my feet to fires,
That I had never set,
I owned someone else’s misery,
And earned some blisters of regret.

Then once I found my question,
And wanted to be free,
I withdrew from flames that others lit,
And the answer came to me.

There is no wrong or right in life,
There is no saint or sin,
The truth remains the whole of me,
True power is within.

There is nothing that I can’t simply change,
It all depends on what I see,
I am both slave and Master of,
Those things which I agree.

To walk the path of holy light,
You first must walk alone,
Then you find the Sun has dawned,
On holy ground that you have sown.

You are so perfect in yourself,
Despite what others say,
So stand up tall and take it in,
The brand new sunny day.

I felt her passion through her eyes,
Her heart beating through her lips,
And a bit of me in each breath,
In each whisper of her singing soul.

I could feel her loving touch,
Burrow deep beyond my flesh,
And settle in the deepest parts of me,
There, and everywhere, she became part of my soul.

A thousand lifetimes passed,
A stranger in the night, 
A scent, a scene, a distant memory
Shows itself in a lonely, hopeful tear.

Falling...
Heading toward source, 
Splashing in some foreign soil
She heard my cries asunder.

And there, in the loneliness of night,
She met me...standing tall.
A warrior challenged to the bone,
She touched the scar nearest my waiting heart.

"Lover, please come..."
I stood waiting by the foggy street light.
"I am here..."
She stood standing by her rocky trail.

So crazy is the night we met.
The insanity made so much sense,
That the Earth itself rocked heaven's cradle
And the Moon withdrew her sultry glance.

So wonderful is the time we shared.
The soft ground on which we laid,
The rose's petals falling all around us,
The frost melting into a puddle upon our skin.

There, we gazed into heaven's gates,
And sang the song of Love's sweet prize.
Ecstasy, a lost but cherished moment...
Forgotten in the memory of misery's company.

The giggles, there we found our life again.
The moans, there we found our souls again.
The peaks, there we found ourselves again.
The Sunrise, there we found our strength again.

A sacred promise as two Lovers walk upon the day.
Hand in hand, her head on shoulders made strong again.
We stop, only to renew the gift and kiss again.
Then continue, only to renew the kiss and gift again.

And thus we live forevermore,
Until the next lifetime calls us home again,
And birth renews the Master's promise
And we find each other searching in some other field.

And there will be a tear,
A single memory which can't be told,
Yet felt, as I gaze into her eyes,
And kiss her lips, and feel her heartbeat once again.

I originally wrote this on Facebook using an iPhone and, when I hit “post”, it vanished. Suddenly, about an hour later, it magically appeared. I edited it, given the iPhones propensity to make shit up, and proudly offer the original version for your enjoyment.

The Crown Within (mature language)

We love, we lose.
We leave the scents behind.
Some flowers live, and others die
And others bloom within our mind.