My Words My Heart

This is some of my poetry.
Lord knows I have so many. I haven't been able to get them all online yet, so please bear with me. There will only be ten per page, so you won't get bogged down on one page with them all, but in doing so, there will be many pages to sort through. I may even one day take the time to sort them all, but for now, I just want to get them up.

Hope you read and enjoy. I wrote most of these a few years ago, and as I write more, I will post them. If you like them, please feel free to email me using the link at the bottom. Please remember, I welcome your response and/or criticism. Also, if you see errors (misspellings, and the like) email me to let me know. Again, enjoy.

A Higher Education
A warming day in middle spring / The sun has fallen down / Leaving dusk to take his wing / And come upon this town. / The quick and quiet of the night / Shall be soon upon the land / and faeries living in the grass / strike up their filigree band. / The music of the night that starts / From majik faeries wings / Beats tempo to our quarrulous hearts / To make us think on different things / Like Orion and his hunting bow / or Luna and her haunting glow / Children we may have someday / or even tears we have wiped away. / So now with weary smiles in place / We look each other face to face / Forget the chipped and crackled paint / of a house once old but now so quaint / And listen though they're fading fast / to fearies in the too high grass.
March 11, 1999

Returning
What of the present can be forged from the past / when watching for love your stamina fast / falls to the ground in silent despair / sinking and floating through desolate air / that fills up the lungs and renders the heart / crippled and broken falling apart, / Loosing itself from the hull of the soul / Reaching protection its ultimate goal / to shroud you in safety and never let go. / Your friends left around you are telling you though / that comfort and safety they never will last / the protection they offer a wonderful mask / That hides from the world a glorious view / of a person once open and trusting and true. / Now step from behind your boundaries at last / and forge a new present from the ghosts of the past.
August 6, 2000

Chivalry Undone
A deprecating fool, you insult at every word / but with your rhyming reason, no filter can be heard / I envy you this power to speak straight from your heart / and put in every stanza such pure and focused art. / Yet still you set aside this talent which I read, / such true and honest forms, with words that cut and bleed / Such pain I feel when you unleash your heart's lament / and nothing I can do will cease this rage and torrent. / Dammit, don't you understand that others want your voice / that words and rhyme would be their solace, given they a choice? / But of course you do not see it, you are blinded by a lie / That yours are just some worthless words, that she will e'er deny.
September 11, 2000

I Remember Water
I remember water
black, rippled and lapping at my feet
I remember sand
hot, slipping, burning tween my toes.
The wind softly ruffled my hair,
cruising by my eyes as they held yours.
a blink
Turning out facing that water it's seeming endless scape
I thought of home, of injured hearts
and craved for mine to heal
the first to see beyond my shell
you taught me what I truly deserved
You rested me - caught me in a daze
but most of all, I remember water
Our place to love
I never go there
October 17, 2000

Forged Gold
My bedouin's palace / of sandstone and flame / beats heavy with its silence. / The burnished glow of a single flame / lights my darkest fear, / and the soft touch of clouds / beneath my dewey cheek / leaves delicate lines on my / once much younger face. / I am not worried, / for the lines of time are forging / a new metal of my spirit. / I once thought gold so precious / Its weight the only reason for my trials. / Funny thing about gold in its purest form / It cannot hold its shape / it twists and turns and / molds itself to its stress / becomes that which lies upon it. / I am twisted, and I have turned to no avail / I cannot become that which contains me / I must hold my shape, never bend / while the flame that lights my palace walls / melts away the clouds and plumps the lines they left.
March 23,1999

Fury of Night
Purple black night and camera flash sky
the roar of angry clouds Resound through the land
Leaves drop off trees in desperate attempt
to be spared the pummeling of the rain
that hasn't fallen yet
The delicate strains of jewel toned melodies
set pace with violent thunder
the melody cradles flash and roar of early night storms
as the pit and pat of single drops of rain
announce the entrance of May's fury.
May 9, 1999

Left Too Late
Cast aside by welcoming smiles / ostracised by kind eyes / Overlooked by empathy and pain / We sit in detente silence / and wait for truth to surface. / Overstayed my welcome / overplayed my honesty / Surrounded by apathy / And Suffered busy ennui / through the long winter evenings. /A house no longer comfortable / a porch no longer suitable / My view no longer enviable / I keep my thoughts to myself / lest they prove useless to my host.
March 11,1999

By the Sea
I often wonder how I was / In the life I led before / If standing on the moonlit moores / I waited for my love.
My long dark hair a raging cloud / in the fierce ocean wind / as strands tried to blind me / and cover my ceaseless cries.
The cotton shift I wore / a waterful of silent comfort / Swirling round my too stiff legs / urging me in from the storm.
The storm that keeps my love / out on the green sea I loath. / Her chop and drifts have taken him / To unseen lands and less known arms
So I wait in broken silence / for a sign of hope and peace. / This stormy night on this boggy marsh / with only my love to shelter me.
March 14,1999

Crush
Saving the day I saw his face
In the crowd I made him out.
Standing above and looking down
hand on hip Smiling out loud
He never knew I watched his walk
Lean full of grace Out on the prowl
six feet two with soaking
wet
skin.
He leans on the door stretches his smile
to include my eye
flatter my heart
April 3, 1999

Night Song
Whisper softly of rainy days
I'll regale with songs of balmy nights
Tell stories with your dampened tongue
I'll kiss the stars in bronze twilight.
Then cease your tale and tast my words
as mouth to mouth we greet the night.
June 2, 1999

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