Adulting

Trying
To make this moment last
By
Going nowhere really fast
Because
Time won't stand still
Hands
Fight my joys will
As
The day slowly fades into
Everything
I didn't want to do

I want to feel
the sun powerful
and majestic
caress my soul
as I dream of being
well rested

But alas
Tick
Tock
Saturday mornings
Never stop

Who We Are

Imperfect
perfection
deep within the abyss of midnight
quietly
mourns the loss
of today
with dreams of anticipation
for tomorrow
yet yesterday
is all that we think of

A strange
fascination
of wonderous
memories
old and new
odd
and oxymoronic
in a sense
like the curiosity
of a single light
in the middle of the night
bright enough
yet not as bright
as what's to come
and somehow always brighter than
what once was

Life
is the long journey
of slow spontaneous steps
that culminates
in all that
was
is
and will be
new moments
so perfect
that they become who we are
imperfect

Anything and Something Will Never Be Everything

In that
one quiet moment
where anything
can be the something
that is
more important
than everything

I attempt
though
it feels like a miscarriage of beautiful
to give you
time
that stands still
love
without fear
solace
without doubt
and passion
without regrets

Forgive me
as I may not
possess
the skillful art
of poetry
where
romance is written in the ink
of life's pen
words
that flow from my soul
unto the canvas
of forever

But
if you will allow me
to touch
the part of you
that hungers
for all that is possible
I will never stop
writing
our story

Time, Love, Whispers, and Darkness

Forgotten
in the dark
every moment of light
that whispers
hello

Guess pain
really is cruel
because I don't want to be here
alone
and unarmed

Time
is a weapon
to use as we see fit
whether we watch the clock
or forget the minutes
it is all we have

Forgotten
in the dark
as every note
plays
a different song
with the same ending

But there
standing still
whispering
memories
until
the existence
of yesterday
has drawn its last breath
tick
tock
tick
tock
the darkness holds me
alone
and unarmed

Love this!!!

Overwhelmed

Oh day
wondrous
in all that you are
I ask
that you be kind to my tears

They aren't
because of you
but rather
your ancestors
who accompanied my years

Oh day
wondrous
in all that you are
did you not know
that time
created my fears

Experiences
that came
and left me with
the nothingness
of what I held dear

Oh day
oh day
bright
with the beauty of the rising sun
I cannot hide
I cannot disappear

I am
overwhelmed
so be gentle
with me
be gentle as I try again
to be me
in spite of where I've been
because
today
I am here

Two Fingers of Easiness

The twists and turns
of the evening's hues
painted the sky
an abstract rhythm of entangled beauty
as Coltrane
and a two finger pour of easiness
invited time
to pursue a more leisurely approach
to tomorrow

Slowly
the diamond lit sky
began to emerge
seemingly
with the sole purpose
of muting summer's relentless anger
another pour
of easiness
introduced Monk to the festivities
as the synchronized movement
between
day
and night
recited life's poetry

Now
feels like an enchanting rendition
of a song called serenity
as the pursuit
of absolutely nothing
consumed
my every thought
breathing
sipping
listening
repeat

And I agree:

Today

Midnight’s death
stretched
far and wide
interrupting the horizon
with a brilliance
unlike
anything
anyone
could ever imagine

In this moment
of awakening
phantom like arms of sunshine
stretch outward
as if they were seeking
to gently kiss
each dream
a good morning
and then watch
as they slowly evaporate
into possibilities

This awe
and wonderous moment of life
whispers
what love
doesn’t have to say
that the world
as complicated as the rituals
of the indifferent
is as beautiful
as the bated breath hopes it can be

One
by one
the unspoken chase of tomorrow
fills our moments
with time
unpromised
never realizing that
today
if treated with fervent passion
will always be
good enough

Today

Midnight's death
stretched
far and wide
interrupting the horizon
with a brilliance
unlike
anything
anyone
could ever imagine

In this moment
of awakening
phantom like arms of sunshine
stretch outward
as if they were seeking
to gently kiss
each dream
a good morning
and then watch
as they slowly evaporate
into possibilities

This awe
and wonderous moment of life
whispers
what love
doesn't have to say
that the world
as complicated as the rituals
of the indifferent
is as beautiful
as the bated breath hopes it can be

Tomorrow
will never be promised
so today
will always have to be
good enough

I like this!!

Inebriated

Sunshine's
elixir
caresses our souls
with a passionate warmth
that grows
and grows
until the heat becomes too much
to control

Our inhibitions
evaporate
under the heat
of this drunken torture
offering our desires
a freedom
as delicate
as the beads of sweat
that struggle
to contain
our burning intimacy

Drenched
in the silence
of its fire
as the now's mood
feeds the flames
with moments
meant
to last as long
as the day's breath

Inebriated
yet
we
drink more
and more
of the scorching
easiness
of the sun's light
hoping that each minute
is the forever
beautiful
that quenches our thirst

Existence

Time
races
at the speed
of now
when
nothing makes more sense
than the now
where
you
are
the moment
the future
and the reason
for the past
trials
and tribulations
start to make sense
as the sun
slowly
falls
into a darkness
that only
the light of love
can keep
the completeness
of the day
from ever coming to fruition

Time
races
at the speed
of the absence
of everything
that is believed
to matter
a stillness
of the world's ado
two souls
drenched
in every second
of life
as if we are
all
that exist

Your poetry is art. You remind me of ladywind and Poppashroom. Thank you for inspiring me to write!!!

Your poetry is art. You remind me of ladywind and Poppashroom. Thank you for inspiring me to write!!!

Tears

Riding the wave
flowing
to and fro
between
the safety
of land to stand
and an ocean
of fears

Unsteady
as I stretch
for something to hold onto
as the madness
of thousands
upon
thousands
drops of pain
think for my sanity

Somewhere
within the abyss
of where I
sink
or swim
is now
a time reserved
for something greater than
falling drops
of insignificant
real or imagined
memories

Tired
of crying
because no one
understands
my why
yet
the river never ends
it must be
something
within
me

Just So You Know

Every
single
moment
within
the before
and after
sunrise
is the only
time
I ever
think
about
you

Take Your Time

Can't run
from the wind
cold
as it blows
days will take you
to the tomorrow
that only fate knows

From
the beginning
to the end
the time between the two
is the mirror's reflection
of your closet
friend

You don't have to be
lonely
alone
sunshine
and rain
travel with you
while searching for home

And
as the wind
pushes you along
with haste
time will linger
like hope
when you choose your own
pace

So
make today
a good day
think
about the past
and where you are
and let tomorrow
be tomorrow
close enough
to be far

I Am the Other

I'm trying
to breathe
in this darkness
where everything hurts
and I can't care
enough anymore
because
with you
I'll always be
alone

I'm trying
to breathe
under the heaviness
of the mask
I wear
so that our love
feels as real
as the happiness
of your other life

Time
cries
to the sound of silence
as it dances with me
as if I'm all that it has
and it is all
that I have
as I wait . . . alone

I'm trying
to breathe
while holding the weight
of our secret
close to every beat of my life
while you're home
with your love
and I'm home
alone
with thoughts
of my love

Music

The open window
invited
the sound of rain
to dance
with the candlelight's shimmer
soothingly filling
the night's quiet
with a different kind of noise

Beautiful
notes
relentlessly torturing
my pain
with a meditative art
that sways
to a rhythm
that reaches deep into my soul
as it were searching
for the beginning
of letting go

Soon
the rain eases
as the open window
invites
a gentle breeze
to quiet the candle's light
and darkness
becomes the most amazing color
of dreams

I am
at peace
with having known yesterday
because
the music has left
an indelible now
that offers
my tomorrow
a different kind of noise

Purpose creates strength and strength, gives us purpose. We can never grasp ahold of hope but we can offer it to someone who needs it. Keep writing and keep giving!!