Listening to Speak

Your tongue sits poised

Against your teeth

Hungry for

Your chance to speak

 

And what they share

Is whisked aside

To be devoured

By your pride

 

Their only voice

Is stolen thusly

With your reply

Made loudly, brusquely

 

Their unclad soul

Eviscerated

By the careless words

You’ve just conflated

Trophy

A living aphrodisiac

An emotional kleptomaniac

Who renders most insomniacs

Once present in their mind

 

The kind of love you dream about

But mostly cry and scream about

The kind you feel supreme about

Because it’s hard to find

 

So as all others salivate

Over your lovely profligate

Your standards slowly dissipate

For your ego’s struck you blind

 

Yet once the fire quells to embers

It’s harder for you to remember

What’s between you, save their splendor

And your moments spent supine

Happy Place

One day you may still conquer

And lounge within your keep

But today you’re just a bed

For a child who’s gone to sleep

 

You could make the products

That no one can live without

But today you search for patience

When your little tyrant pouts

 

You could find the cure

For the deadliest disease

But today you struggle to keep up

While walking on your knees

 

Your focus on the dividends

Will quickly be diverted

When almost every moment

Is a crisis you’ve averted

 

For the magic of a giggle

And the sunshine of a face

Or a little grasping hand

Will become your happy place

The Throws of Life

No matter how we try to cleave

To the lessons of our masters

Change is unavoidable

As sometimes is disaster

 

Those interwoven wisdoms

Wrapped so tightly ’round with care

Can be snatched apart by life

And after many years, threadbare

 

So cling tightly to the swatches

That can stand the test of time

For that is what can warm you

When you’re moving past your prime

 

Begin to weave your wisdom

As soon as it’s attained

And through the grace of time itself

Perhaps it shall sustain

A Hard Look

Many thought him a miscreant

With hair well past his shoulders

His demeanor always casual

His integrity much bolder

He possessed the musculature

Of a fighter close to winning

Yet he never seemed surprised

When pushed back to the beginning

He walked with such a calm

It betrayed his warring mind

Funny that so many feared

A man unsaturnine

The deep lines laid upon him

Surely spoke of his exhaustion

Still his peaceful glide did not turn back

Those who would accost him

We’ve lost his joyful wisdom

And unprecedented patience

An ever gleaming mirror

Of the dangers of complacence

Divine Creatures

Named before

Names had existed

Forms born forth

But soul resisted

 

Restless stirring

In bone cages

The wrong of flesh

Imploring rages

 

The spirit bucks

This blood and skin

The burn of hate

The bite of sin

 

For goodness

Soul has been designed

But mortals

Cannot house divine

The Parts of Me

Touch my head my love

It swims with worry and unmet potential

Yet still grows the most beautiful dreams

 

Touch my lips my love

They are stained with the words I regret having said

Yet still smile at the beauty in the world

 

Touch my cheeks my love

They are so often wet with tears,they have adapted to sponges

Yet still turn red at the slightest compliment

 

Touch my neck my love

It is often rigid with stress and worry

Yet still shivers at the trace of fingers

 

Touch my arms my love

They are carrying a load they never expected, straining beneath

Yet still accepts the load of others

 

Touch my stomach my love

It is full of knots from even the smallest daily interactions

Yet still yearns for the flapping of butterflies

 

Touch my back my love

It is cast starkly with the shadows of my past

Yet still loves the fresh air upon it

 

Touch my legs my love

They are always wanting to run to better things but never fail to buckle instead

Yet they still stand strongly in the face of danger

 

Touch me with forgiveness and adeptness

Touch me with understanding and desire

Touch me with your whole heart

And we can be boundless

Xmas

Many become somber

For this sanguine time of year

Be it money woes

Or mistletoes

There are many things to fear

 

Once the bells start jingling

And the gifts have been afforded

The baking smells

And family hells

Your mind can turn quite morbid

 

You plaster on a smile

And recite your season’s greetings

And the bits of joy

That do deploy

Are at best mild and fleeting

 

So add rum to the egg nog

And wrap those presents tight

And hope and pray

This special day

Won’t break into a fight

The Prying

I see the subtle movement

In the corners of your mouth

if you’re not very careful

A mumble may spill out

 

I’ve been prying now for hours

Or at least for 5 whole minutes

But it’s terribly one-sided

I’m not sure you’re even in it

 

A nod if you could call it that

Escaped you once or twice

And then at last a grunt emits

Now see wasn’t that nice?

 

I know you thought that sitting here

Would keep you well occluded

But I’m one of those annoying types

Who insists are all included

 

Don’t get me wrong if you shut down

I’ll quickly say goodbye

But if you leave the door ajar

I’ll try and try and try

 

I don’t leave people all alone

‘Cause they don’t know where to start

I’d rather talk until I’m blue

Than to see you feel apart

 

So I’ll dig into my crazy facts

And my poor attempts at comedy

Jut to draw you in and pull you out

And create a little harmony

Adonis

A gift among men

With his prominent jaw

It’s natural that

You are stricken with awe

 

With arms that no chisel

Could replicate

The swoon overtakes you

It just won’t abate

 

His eyes seem to set fire

To your deepest parts

He’s captured your soul

He’s conquered your heart

 

As you stand agape

All else nearby shrinks

For now he’s your God

Or so he thinks

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