Sunburnt

The sun does not warm my heart

As much as your presence does.

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I wonder when someone truly unworthy

Can invoke such love from me

What would it be like

If you loved me as much as I loved you?

I write, but….

I write but
Not compelled
Not awoken
Startled by the force
To feverishly pen
What flows
What bursts forward
To be read
I do not wake
The words caught
Under breathe
Recited like a
Newly wrought prayer
Its power still new
Still raw
Still strong in its conviction
To be heard…

the past has passed

i know you search me with your eyes

and wonder why my love waxes and wanes

why i accept your love with a haunted wounded wavering

…

…the past has passed and the scars have all but healed…

…the past has passed and its lessons learned…

…the past has passed and all those who did not stay are not missed…

and yet i and my soul remain in the clutches of its grasp….

fix this

i can’t fix this

something has given away at the seams

an eyeless needle

is all i possess

so come and sew me up

stitched through and through with scars

but patched up with your kisses

 i will threaten

to fall to pieces

all you need to do

is pull the right string

i await to be entangled

in the chaotic confines

of our harmonious mess

there is nothing better than that

which makes me say nothing but yes…

In absence

in absence

a shimmery shadow looms

its plight quite never forgotten

its lived life rounded out and shaded in

the torn memories meshed and overlapped

and for a loss of better words

of all that could never be captured

i am left without the key

that once opened

another life

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.

the now

looking towards the Future

only takes you so far

when you are waiting

for the Now to appear.

and though all that is optimistic

claims to follow Yet

and all that has gone

has been washed over with

Yesterday’s rosy brush

the Truth is:

Now with its

imperfections

and awkwardness

is what i impatiently

crave.

snapshot

the perfect moment

has passed

and whatever remains

is overlayed with yesteryear longing

i greedily consumed it all

the sea, the sky, the soft salty breeze

the sun was soaked in

the dark sand dug in

but all that remains now

is a fuzzy

static snapshot.

i let go…

i let go

why must you still not do so?

i let go with so much

what is it for you with nothing

to leave me be…

why is it i cannot close my eyes and be without you

but you have cut me off

and still bind me to your will.

as i stare searching reliving ever without release

you live and leave me

staring ever after you.

is this always to be?

i reach and fall

you need not reach

and have no way to fall.

you care not knowing i can not but care

yet i let it go

i let it all go

so to not let go

of

you…