wow, you missed me? that's sweet

I go where I go, now

Not where I'm told

Unless love is the word

I go where the unknown reminisces

Of the known



I belong to one

The one brave enough to take me on

Who takes the good and bad in me

The way one takes a bitter winter or

Golden summer



I welcome arms with open arms

I look into eyes, the eyes of one who

Does not frighten me

Whose eyes I see are of open ranges and

Great plains, of where I stand waiting

My vision is blurred

The things I see are passing so

Rapidly

Are the tears from the wind or

Uncertainty


I have stood at the top of a peak

I am the shape of a cross

And I cross my heart, hope not to die

I fall into the arms of clouds

I am carried on the current events


I am having trouble seeing

What I see is not always pleasing

Teasing, teasing, double meanings

Blinding, finding the right way

Anyway


I am hanging here, by a narrow escape

Will you take my hand? and keep me from

Slipping, slipping away?

Will you pull me up and brace me with tall limbs

Holding? Nothing left to lose

I want to make art

I want to make love

I want to make memories with

You


Wear your shirt

Wear my heart on your sleeve

Wear me out, again and again

Where are you at this hour?


I want to learn

I want to live

I want to share the road

Can you read a map?


Simple talk

Simple thoughts

It is not complicated

I love you

It is a hazy day at the dock
There is a Senior Boat Excursion
Departing, as I walk along the wooden boards

There is the scent of sunscreen under my nose
A light breeze
I can smell the blues, greys and greens

Now, I am alone
As alone as I care to be
As Oskar tugs on the leash

I always thought it odd
To see a California seagull floating over
A Minnesota lake

Is the gull far from home
Like me?
Did he also fly such a distance for love?

Oskar checks on my writing
He tries to take the pen from my hand
Maybe to describe something he smells

It is muted, subtle, gentle
The colors, the sounds, the air
Like my thoughts, restful

I can feel the rain nearby
Like one can feel another person
Standing close, just listening

As a boat passes by, churning water
Another disappears
As some fears disappear
While the lake laps at my shoreline

Mig, you're awesome!

If I don't say anything, it does not mean
I don't think it, and if I think it,
I will likely write it here or
There
In plain view or hidden


If I don't show it, it does not mean
I don't feel it, and if I feel it
It may hurt myself, or it may hurt
You
And there are the endings of my nerves

Fanning the air like tall grass
My nerves brush against him
I wish his thoughts brushed against me
As clouds blanket me
I would like to blanket him

It was so easy to admit I was an alcoholic. They have a place to go where you can get support and a sponsor so I can be strong and not fall back into old habits.

Admitting I was an abused house wife was much more difficult. I guess the hands on stuff, even if it didn't break anything or cause skin to split is still considered assault. I had never considered that. The other stuff, I just put in the back of my mind as best i could, although the thoughts did come out in poetry or dreams.

Admitting to failed relationships is the triple crown of admissions. The realization i am 48, single, no chance of anymore children, no secure job, no insurance, no direction. in a way, it is a certain kind of freedom. I am just not familiar with freedom outside the written page.

Freedom, a new concept.

It is your birthday somewhere but

Not where I am

Every year, we are older and still

Far, from each other

How does time pass and we do not

Pass each other?


The hallway is dark and narrow

I think I can find my way to your door

A package in gold with silk ribbon

Tucked under my arm


I can't be late and I cannot be early

I must be on the spot!

Spot on with wishes too big for me

To carry on my own

Small enough to fit a page

This page is yours

Are you really nice?

When Clever lost to *****
In the battle of love lasting forever
Fights, Clever in red satin shorts
And a very naked *****

My brain tries to comprehend
How males with charm and wit
Take these gifts and throw them
Down a laundry shoot

I try to grasp, though I am loosing my grip
Why the brain fails to control the cock
A brain that can create music and art and poetry
Falls victim to a feral *****

Anonymous, familiar, pixelated *****
Emptying the skulls of extraordinary men
This Mistress ***** performs a little D & C
Of the heart and soul, leaving an empty shell

Poor Clever has not a chance in Hell
Instinct sponsors *****'s game
With millions of years of combat training
Leaving Clever and his sidekick out cold

You don't have to be Clever to ****

http://youtu.be/5nAkMRce4Do
having some fun

No words
No words spoken
We walk side by side
On opposite sides of the
Earth

No words spoken
Heard in real time
Are the words still real?
If not spoken in the same air
We are breathing?

No touching
Side by side
But I know you your pocket would
Feel
My hand inside

Side by side
Would our steps match?
Would one of us have to catch up?
Be left behind?
If I could, We'd be side by side

Dear Jez,
I am thirsty

There is something permanent about a

Bullet

It is not like a fist or a foot that can bruise or

Break

There is something about a hand that holds a

Gun

Where the strength of one finger can bury

Me

It is so quick, the flight of a

Bullet

So quick

The journey from my beginning to my end

I could never out run it

A bullet

Jez,
Can I hop on that bike of yours?

I am ready to be hit
It is the only way, harm's way
To hitchhike a lonely highway
I give the thumbs up for what
Comes next

Squealing tires, I am
Not walking
The dotted line
I am on the shoulder where
Good and Evil sit

It is the only way
Harm's way
To feel such intensity it forces
A cry or
A smile
Hitchhiking the lonely miles

Tread water, tread my heart
Swim among me, I around you
My fin is your fin
Our tail is a tale of deepest
Love

Tread water, tread my heart
Hold your ear to my breast
Listen to the ocean
Feel my waves' caress
Warmly

Tread water, tread my heart
Don't hold your breath
Hold me, pull me closer to the
Ends of the Earth, we are one
Waterfall
Falling

It was a dismal dark and dank
House, with threaded webs
Knit brows, knotted cries in
Her throat
She wrote messages in the dust
Wrote love notes on dated newspapers
She dated alone
She had made her bed, and
Not made it since,
She had taken a lover
Under her bed
Where mice warmed her feet
This figure touched her
Side by side, lay there
Hand and hand
Arm and arm
Leg and leg
A single ball of twine
She and her Boogie Man imagined
Stars in the springs of her exposed
Mattress
She made love to a man
She could not identify by sight
Only by sound and by scent
He put her nightmares to rest
When he lulled her to sleep

i am the same as you! there is the lesson;-)