Tuesday, August 11, 2015

20%...ppfft

In the end…
what?
Is faith your divining rod
when faith is only relative to experience
Is belief your faith
and by what gauge do you measure its size
Is trust your peace
or have you been broken beyond repair
Is peace a thing
that can ever be achieved
You only consume some portion
of what they tell you
And you only digest 
a smaller portion of that
Nothing truly fills 
or feeds you
And the search for more
becomes that divining rod
Starving you are
yet this is all they surrender
Regurgitated facts
numbers on a page
Pushing the plate back
across the empty table
Rising from your chair 
and walking away
The bitter taste 
lingers on your tongue
While the aching hunger inside
continues to burn
Driving you on 
in search of decadent bliss
Sweet and savory
perhaps even sustenance
Sitting down to the bounty 
of a gourmet table
Licking your lips
as your mouth comes to life
Aching to taste 
the pleasures at the tips of your fingers
Something tangible 
not faith
not belief
you are alive~


~ for my muse ~


Thursday, June 11, 2015

through this day


reaching deep into this quiet

as the day around me screams

listening hard for the sound of you

the breath, the beating heart

feeling distance stretching

long and much too far

the need, the want, the ache

overwhelming me

I know that you are with me

connected through woven webs

yet today I feel trapped

dangling by a thread

I can hear your voice inside me

that musical sing song sound

curling up the side of my neck

calming unsettled nerves

I can feel your touch in my memory

the hard and soft of you

you have carved your name upon me

your absence today I feel

my hands are empty and fumbling

my footsteps waver and quake

unsteady and unbalanced

I am not myself today

close my eyes, deeply breathe

find my way back into you

my body moves with grace and ease

as we become one again

 

 

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Lovesick Musings


I feel it like blood

coursing through my veins

Filling me

and bringing me back to life

I feel it like a thing

that I cannot explain

Yet it leaves words

dangling from my tongue

I feel it like breath

as it fills my lungs

Steadily in

and slowly out

I feel it, I feel it

and isn’t that the thing

I feel it

my God, I feel!

 

It seems that I have loved her forever

though time plays tricks on the mind

I vaguely remember a time before

when emptiness filled this room

She is ever present within me

whether here or miles away

My voice breaks the silence

she hears what I don’t say

The simplicity of all of this

complicates things even more

But still I find solace

surrender, and let myself fall

 

She makes me ache

in the sweetest way

And conversely

makes me sting

Awakening

a long dead soul

We are both

alive again

 

In the soft quiet hours

when she comes

She is ‘becoming’

just like me

No one has ever

seen this, she says

But for me

she reveals everything