late august poem

laying languid on nearly liquid tar
perched on your rooftop visited by others before me.
peering down on parking lots
finally, here.
here here HERE with you.
how many spaces
echo echo echoed over
until you are sung into my bones
and sunk so deep into the marrow
maybe tomorrow
what is tomorrow
when will this be an echo
will there be a last time
there is no time before this.
i have dreamed of so many things
the bright sunshine on the car windows
reflected on heads of working men and pigeon wings
will be bright in my memory when winter is Here
and your deck is bedecked with some other.

learning lessons

Anger!
You come to me so quick
there is little time to think.
Just React.
REACT!
Dolomite'd heart
drops to the ground and
balance removed releases
torrents of thoughtswordsemotionsmemories
comeroaringoutofmymouthandfingersfasterthanmylipscantake it.
Mind which is ever so vigilant
is ashamed that the water got so Deep..
(floods don't happen very often, you know).
being so careful, caught being ignorant.
Lessons learned and water under the bridge.

Faster than you came and with equal warning
You are gone from me like lemmings over the edge.
Bewilderment.

rhyming poem #2

so helplessly crossed in juxtaposition
want to acquire
afraid of acquisition.

sitting with head in hands I wonder
how can it be mended
what which I've torn asunder?

rhyming words to give rhythm to nonsense
no sense at all
to take down my defenses.

demons long dead laugh in their crypts
echoed through my tongue
become poisoned quips. 

i want to grow up

i just want to be loved.
i want the future Now.
i want to have faith that i know
what i want.
i want the courage set my course
i want to be content with my choices
i want to change so i can be
what i want.
i want to be with you.
i want to be near you.
i want to walk alongside you.

snow child

oh snow.

oh oh snow.

snow is my heritage in this body.

as much as I may shiver snow runs in my blood

ice shades these veins blue like water trapped under

the thick white layer that covers a pond.

my heart still pumps love and it pumps true

heat like that of a flame or torch

it pumps hot like pipes too cold to touch.

all these years i have played in the snow

forts with frozen teacups,

snowballs and snowmen. 

later I walked and stumbled down icy streets

protected by walls of snow pushed up by the plows.

higher than houses it piles all winter

until a child can jump without looking out 

the window with a whoop! 

snow puddles on the stairs and bedspreads.

I scuffle my boots through the crunchy icy stuff.

no matter where I am I remember who I have been

with each and every snowfall I am once again 

that child.

I look upwards with laughter 

snow in my bones

smile with frosted lips.

accept

Acceptance.
I accept you for who you are
I love you for who you are
I accept that we will learn things in time
I love the person you are trying to become
I accept the challenges
I love our potential.
It's there.

eyes on your own fries

you do not know what honesty is.
you do not know what humility is.
you are terribly insecure and cowardly at the worst moments.
you are a Sook if you do not get Your Way when you want it.
you ignore what others want and say and run away
if you can not manipulate a situation to your pleasing.
you are afraid to be alone with yourself.
you are afraid to be honest with me and
too afraid to ask me again, even to speak.
you are afraid you can't do so without accusing
Knowing that you have no right to be accusing
too afraid that your Ego may not withstand my
Eyes turned away from your neediness.
My Eyes on My Own Fries.

You must like yourself to be alone with yourself.
You must be alone with yourself to discover who you are.
I have come to terms with who I am.
Have you?

Do you distract yourself, still?

fleurs...or flowers by another name.

how else can i word it?
i want to be where you're at.
i want to be right there beside you.
i want to nestle our knees together,
lightly etch my fingerprints into your spine
with my fingertips i could count the ways
i want to tell you how wondrous it still feels
to look back on my thoughts, to reflect on
just what happened but when i do
it's all moments and each moment and all moments
spent in the illuminated spark and tinder of our meeting
and subsequent meetings
dazzle and join together as we did
in the night in the dark in an old house
i remember from a distant time
when i was not so happy
like i am Now (that I know you) to be alone
with my thoughts of us,
We far-flung lovers.