The Hoards of Us

Such a compelling derangement of ourselves

Can live in the minds of others

 

One who seems nameless

Sanctified within the cleansing of recollection

Or sometimes, the darkest ash

 

One to conquer

One to suffer

 

The heavy hand

that hammers the brow

Or the face rendered unrecognizable

By the trauma it wears

 

Much like a shriek being of elation

Or pain

And hard to differentiate

 

Yet we can be both of these

None of these

Or lost entirely in countless minds

Becoming a mere extra

In the dreams of strangers

Unforgotten yet unrecognizable

Weight

One scale to balance all

The good against the bad

When our laughter was contagious

When we knew not what we had

 

Then we sank into a darkness

Swallowed up within our strife

When our muscles lost the memories

Of the exercise of life

 

But the veil again was lifted

By a sneaking sort of joy

Once again we smiled at rainbows

And our grumbles became coy

 

Then time again has ambled

And again the clouds turn dark

But instead you fight decension

You reject somber and stark

 

As your life swirls on around you

And the years are swift and mounting

You cling tighter to the good times

For the bad are not worth counting

 

The moments that we dwell upon

For many, far too late

While the bad can pile around us

It’s the good that holds the weight

Lost Puppy

With the slightest of smiles you’re defenseless

Disarmed by the blushing flirtation

You wonder where from they’ve arrived

To fill your heart with such elation

Steel yourself now if you can

For the edge is approaching quite fast

If you let yourself sail just beyond it

The hold of it’s destined to last

It’s the feeling of tumbling onto the grass

After spinning about in the clover

Of laughing and dancing so freely

You don’t hear the song is now over

Mesh

When the aching gets to be too much

When you’re folded, frayed and fraught

You sift through the streams of passion

For that spark that never caught

You carefully devise a plan

To see that it ignites

But once the flicker fizzles out

You are plunged back into night

Blind again to all that sits

Well within your reach

You see it as a tragedy

And lose what it could teach

You’re better than a waiting game

You’re worth more than a tumble

You carefully reset your traps

And straight into them stumble

Living in Secret

We walk each living day

With self imposed occlusions

To conceal the parts of us

Wearing scars from life’s contusions

Battered on the inside

Smiling on the out

We long to be ourselves

But to our secrets we’re devout

 

Kismet

All that I was missing

Was color light and heat

The distance that was growing

Filled with anger and defeat

 

A vivid devastation

Of the being that was us

Alas I was too far removed

To fight or even fuss

 

We both had felt the grit of it

Pass between our fingers

A granule or two to leave

An itch that seemed to linger

 

When all the words were spoken

Once and twice and yet again

With inflections first of kindness

Then a weapon to defend

 

No matter how we clung to it

Kismet still would take us

We swore to never say goodbye

But life was bound to make us

Relinquish

Even sparkling eyes, in the dark, won’t shine but the stars reflect so brilliantly

And her broken parts shed a single tear that she wipes away resiliently

The sound of breath drawing through her teeth punctuates her burden

An evolution from her swooning sighs but she was more demure then

Now she faces you wearing question marks on an unexpectant face

There’s a pack of thoughts swarming in your mind, none of which are worth the chase

So you focus in on her smirking lips as full of spite as pout

And you pull the cork from your bottled soul and finally let it out

Indigo

Implied realities

Never tethered

Dimensions seen

In dreams I’ve weathered

Gargantuan worlds

On floating feathers

Existence

How cleverly we have fumbled

Across this plain of time

Digging our ruts and counting stars

Seeking the things we have always carried

Speaking the words we most want to hear

Claiming fulfillment when we lack

Changing our minds instead of our actions when we fail

Scorning those who pop with color

Rather than blending with our favorite hues

Seeking love by sight instead of by touch

Keeping all we find to ourselves

Even though it will not save us

We claim divine guidance

But insert human words

We built our own towers to reach heaven

But this time

We tore them down with our own bare hands

Click

Love had always been a dressing
She could wear upon her sleeve
Never asking her to open
Never leaving her to grieve

Yet when his eyes bored deep within her
She now seemed to have no choice
She could feel its waves inside her
He could hear it in her voice

Now, as they stood still and staring
Yearning as they never had
All they were was being offered
Two should finally unclad

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