Time is oh so fleeting
Shorter than a sheep’s bleating
Many days in the sun, can still feel like none
Whether the grays are yearned
Or eventually earned
It takes years, some of fright some of fun
And we pray some will smile
For what’s left of their while
As Taps draws their tears, when “Day is done”.
LIFE
living
existence
one day at a time
for the rest of your time
trying to be at one’s best
‘because the alternative sucks’
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CHANCE
fortune
in fate’s hand
opportunity
it’s not in your control
what turns the wheel, guides the die
‘life, the moment your eyes open’
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DEATH
finite
infinite
it is what it is
for as long as we’re here
It’s not as long as we’re gone
‘it is the great equalizer’
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PAIN
anguish
agony
in body or soul
and oftentimes in both
you bear the unbearable
‘it’s what lets you know you’re alive’
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FAITH
belief
conviction
the ultimate trust
is the substance of hope
evidence of things not seen
‘all that I have left in me now’
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Today’s Form: Clarity Pyramid
I stare out my window, crying soft in the night
Am I wrong to want you still? Don’t know – am I right?
Thinking over, yet again, what would I exchange?
Of all this I still know, not a thing would have changed
You and I, an explosive pair, completely blew
In a flash, our forever, was finally through
Sleepless yet again, I know, this is my penance
Solitude at night, for me, holds naught but menace
What if this fall of silence is as we portend?
Our cheetah lives left not much for the love
We tended to at such a slow caterpillar pace
That which was so fluid, has now grown stiff.
What if it’s lost in the daily push and shove?
Is it worth the time we give to this to exert?
The joy what time has washed away from us
These stolen moments with you do not replace
What if all that’s left is only that which can hurt?
And we’re too scared to escape this devil’s dance
For we haven’t given us a fair chance hence
For this to be the be all-end all of this litmus
What if this is our last and final chance?
Do we have what it takes to Loki’s face scoff?
When we choose to stare at separate walls
Than face each other in the quiet morning’s province
What if this love is a yarn of Cupid’s day off?
Can we just let it go – without a word?
Whose fault does it become it be then?
The nitty-gritty is do we fight or do we fall?
What if we’re at the crossroads of some lyrics I once heard?
‘Each new beginning is some other beginning’s end’
But what if it’s much too soon for all these “what ifs”
To spring to life as the keepsake “what could have been”
It seems the skies are shedding the tears
I’m now too damned tired to cry
I thought saying hello to you was hard
Until I had to say goodbye
BBBHM
Know that you are formidable
And while your strength
Is not necessarily in the physical
The sheer force of your physicality
Cannot be ignored
As the masses yield
For you to pass
Know that you are king
A giant among men
That everyone sees
Yet so many are so blind
To the fact
That for all your might
You still
Know that you are human
A sizable imperfect in a world
That demands
A smaller perfection
Near impossible to attain yet
Unlike many who share
The burden of your weighty crown
You are blessed
Know that you are desired
For the sight of you
All that is without
The yielding solidness that
Deeply moves me
To the very core
Of my inner soul
Know that you are valued
Just as deeply
For the thoughts of you
All that is within
The concrete essence
That moves my heart
In ways which
need not be understood
By anyone but me
Know that you are loved
Beautiful
Brilliant
Big
Handsome
Man
Yes, if nothing else…
Know that.
just a little brutal humor for a Saturday
Why did he have to raise his hand?
His mind just must have upped and gone
I’m not the type he could command
Forget about put his hands on!
Forgot who he was married to?
Why did he have to raise his hand?
It was a stupid thing to do,
Picked the wrong girl to make a stand
And had the nerve to say demand!
To me! A cleaver yielding cook!
Why did he have to raise his hand?
For just one swipe was all it took
For there it was, hand on the floor
And finally, he understands
The only thing you knock are doors
Why did he have to raise his hand?
hello darling
clear your mind
and just imagine
imagine me walking in the room
and you’re sitting there sipping an iced libation
(Got the drink? Sip it. Good.)
imagine you are listening to soft music
(Got the song? Hear it. Good.)
imagine that I give you this soft, warm hug
then look deeply into your eyes and kiss your lips with affection
imagine that I as I start to remove my jacket
you realize that all I’m wearing underneath
is my charm
imagine the feel of the shag on your back
as I lay you down
(The beige plush. Feel it? Good.)
imagine the emotional dispute on where to touch me first
until I run your fingers over each moist inch of skin I’ve exposed
slowly
imagine that I fetch a cube of ice from your glass
as I start to take off your clothes
slowly
imagine your deep throated growl
as each inch of your skin I expose is iced, and then licked
slowly
imagine the manner of my hands all over you, my lips all over you,
as I hit all your spots just right
imagine my tongue’s downward slide, as I engage your salute
with the proper oration
imagine that you want me so badly you begin to tremble
from my oblique slide on top of you
then imagine just as you’re on the verge
I do everything you want me to do
everything
imagine the feel of every whisper, every touch, every kiss, every lick,
every move, every growl, every thrust, every moan
everything
imagine as we calm down softly
whispering how much we love each other,
laying there in afterglow
then imagine I say ‘again’
so? are you ready for tonight?
Good. Because I’m putting my key in the door,
now…
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These stolen moments with you singe my lips
Even as I stand in the blaze of summer’s sweat
Even as I stand in the midst of winter’s onset
My need for you overrides my hardships
Caught in your haze, my resolve slips
As with each touch of you I love and regret
These stolen moments
Even as I know how your poison drips
Even as I know you’ll be my death yet
I stand here and light up another cigarette
I pray each day I’ll free of your grips
These stolen moments
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Sun-kissed ballerinas took turns dancing
with the red-brown foliage of the trees.
They fluttered their arms like birds in flight,
dusting the forest below with white and gray.
Blankets in monochromatic shades twisted
themselves between the trunks. With might.
sunsets and sunrises came and went: majestic,
beautiful, romantic with each season, and now
it is winter again. The gold of morning hints at light;
Never truly day, never truly night.
Her head was tilted back, in a vulnerable pose,
waiting for the cold fist of melancholy to come
uninvited, and knock at her door. Love was a riddle
branded to her lips as she sighed his name
one more time, for old time’s sake. She swore and cursed,
as the snow fell outside and her tears, pale and white,
remained. She just wanted to remember how she
hasn’t been able to forget, and forget that she still
remembers. His memory spilled from her lips–spite,
This whispering place between dark and light.
She thought the she could control the sentiments
but they snaked their way to the surface.
A rosary of emotions tumbled forth
from ones time dulled to ones vivid – bright.
One more time her fingers travel paths familiar
only to her subconscious eye,
paths his fingers once gently traveled
across her soft yielding skin.
Experiencing again all his colors with an audible sigh
Living a dream, wishing on a star in the sky.
And not for the last time she’ll wonder what if,
what if all had worked out as once dreamed.
Try as she might, she can’t push them away.
Bead by aching bead all their moments
now only alive in her memories,
pulled so deep to a point even she can’t deny.
She does what she has to; to get past this need,
to return to the more controllable feelings of gray.
Relinquishing the hurt she’s trying so hard to let die,
Surviving this pain, refusing to break down and cry.
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