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.

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.

The Charioteer of Delphi

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.