let me live my life as a leaf.
let me lift and leave as they do.
they beg not to let go of limb…
but they go nevertheless, their greeness outgrown.
their brightness only crumbling to rustling brown bits
as i watch whether trampler will rake them back to me…
they do not stay as i do.
i alone cannot bear for each of them to go.
leaving me so bare and barren once more.
let eternal winter slay me through once.
lashes no more, no one hears my white muffled cries.
crack me in two and be done with your icy touch.
let not Spring come again with her adornments,
they mean nothing to me no more.
Sultry Summer with her,
blush of petit sweet offerings.
my bitterness ever taints them…
carressing eyes yet shriveling tongues.
etch not your beloveds upon me…
i promise your parting,
under my very boughs.
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Addiction’s call
it will only get better
more happiness, more peace, more bliss
more of that oft searched forgetfulness
you can refuse anytime you want
now, later, tomorrow,
did you not refuse yesterday?
then do just quit another day
you deserve it
for sure you do
i know you do
just once then
last time
the very last time
i will not ask again
ever
this is the last time
ever
what is there to be worried about?
what consequence?
what isn’t without consequence?
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one life to live
one addiction to relive
find relief now
find reprieve
no other way
The Charioteer
This was written during my trip to Athens, Greece with the “Charioteer of Delphi” in mind.
How does he stand still
with his horses long run
ripped of his reins
as they have seethed forward
frothing at the mouth.
What hand did they not heed
what stone have they thundered past
leaving dust…that primordial dust
that gathers between his coppery green
eyes that stare off into nothing
while his feet stay molded
exquisitely waiting
for the nerves within them
to pounce
and let him flee
what stone
has set him
frozen.
two little saplings
two little saplings
their limbs cannot hear
each others’ leaves rustling
shushes of sweet nothings
they only feel the soft caress of whispered wants
their leaves cannot see
how with each season
the branches reach, yearning towards them
they only feel a newborn tendril’s touch
their hearts enclosed in trunk
spread out their rooted love
and rejoice
when they taste
the same rain
and bask in the same warmth
two old gnarled trees
know of a love
they feel it within
beyond what they know
but they know.
Petits II
No other reason
then from the goodness of your heart
you act without needing to
and that is all that matters.
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I hate to love you:
I am always yours,
I nor you are ever mine,
but as yours, as yours…as your only own…
I yearn…
for ours.
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my lips are bruised
from too many bitten back words
the tears only make them burn.
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you say you shouldn’t say
but you say it anyways
what height do you achieve
in bringing down what you held so high
trodding on what you notice
yet don’t.
let me live my life as a leaf
let me live my life as a leaf.
let me lift and leave as they do.
they beg not to let go of limb…
but they go nevertheless, their greeness outgrown.
their brightness only crumbling to rustling brown bits
as i watch whether trampler will rake them back to me…
they do not stay as i do.
i alone cannot bear for each of them to go.
leaving me so bare and barren once more.
let eternal winter slay me through once.
lashes no more, no one hears my white muffled cries.
crack me in two and be done with your icy touch.
let not Spring come again with her adornments,
they mean nothing to me no more.
Sultry Summer with her,
blush of petit sweet offerings.
my bitterness ever taints them…
carressing eyes yet shriveling tongues.
etch not your beloveds upon me…
i promise your parting,
under my very boughs.
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