She Wants

She wants your eyes to sparkle
To caress her gentle gaze
To know that in your heart
You cherish
Every moment of her ways
She wants to rest her head
Upon your mighty shoulders
And know that carried not
Upon the wind
You abide her future dear
And certain of embracing past
With love
You meet her gaze

Meeting Her

Heartbeat echoes
Persistant drum
Dispelling chants
In my head
That squeeze out
My confidence
It returns
The color to my features
Which have gone
To white
From the numbness
Of first sight
Heartbeat echoes
Within my chest
Takes control
Of my will
Willing I am
Pushes my steps
Forward
And forms
The thoughts
I need
To meet her
Here
I
Go

Forget Us Not

Forget us not, we men of sea
Tho given to the waves we be
Still guided by the stars and moon
Sobering cold engraves our tomb
Careless day, unfathomed shore
Enchanted fog betwixt thine ore
You hear the creaks of stern and bow
You hear us speak, remember now.

While gone away, we're taken then
Suffer a man to breathe his end
Above the din recall the sound
Vocal rasp; the waves that bound
Sleeping night, careening mast
Beneath the stars, a bleeding past
Seeping through the misty friend
You hear us speak, remember when.

The Path

Dark hue against, across my chest
Heavy breath, afforded less
Streaking image, fleeting guest
Angst and sorrow, unwanted crest
Brow uncertain, beguiled best
Against a sea of anger, pressed;
Thrown into this stew, protest
Groan the weary, unended jest.

Grip the throat, it ends in haste
Quit the chore, forget the waste
Forgotten loaf, envexxed, unplaced
Undreampt hope, ungifted grace
Disease the pond, resist this caste
Never righted, empty space
Saturate, and turn, and baste
Bereave and follow, path untraced.

The Soldiers' Graves

Look what kneeled
And said such precarious things
Above their heads
As, "But what lovers and sons
Have darkened your paths
And tread before thee
As to be destroyed?"
And as to what thoughts
Upheld by knelten souls
Begotten upon lofty brow
Do trapse upon the graves
Of those bygone.
As dust and rain betrothe
And dirt and grain enrobe
At end of lives untold,
Do sons and daughters scold
And clothe with moral yarn
Vexed souls.

PART 2

And remembering not the crux
Of why nations' angst
Brought the thread of strain
To stain the earth dark
With vicious flow; angry flood,
From those below knelt and sow.
And senses dull from the mighty tide
Fearing not the unthought one
For easier tilled and easier grow
To find the angst of the undertow
Than to ask a grave and better know
What sorrow put at rest.
For what sense inspired thought
To kneel and differ see
That graves from lives what taken past
Are so very different
From thee?

Toddler

Kinetic discovery
Joys in hand
Sprouting knowledge
And balance
A wide line you wander
Wide margins
Worry not; fear not;
Want for naught;
Sleep softly
On gentle cotton,
And make easy the day
For the days turn quickly
Into years

Self

My hands feel cold
I labor for breath
I can only imagine my pain
At this loss
This gap in humanity
In my heart
These selfish ways
What do we do to each other
With predictable repitition
The selfish blasts
The selfish actions
The selfish pain
It all seems so clear
And so useless
This flood of human thought
This chaotic
Precise
Cold
Randomness
It begins, it ends
And always continues
And here I am,
Numb from the coldness
This bite of frost
In my heart
I am lost, at loss
I am
Without
You

Defective

They move among us
It's in their faces
In the creases of their faint smiles
It distracts them, distant
As if tugged by some unseen force
And gone unnoticed
For ages bygone
They move among us
Silently, stealing breath
From the souls of the deep
Tracing echoes, lonely patterns
In the days to come
Dance of the shadows
Lighter than the wind
They move among us
Like listless living ghosts
Unspoken, unspeakable
Diminutive whispers cast
Upon the wind
Casting stones
Upon themselves
They move among us

Edge

Surreal the moment
I am dreaming
As the wind howels
And tempts me toward
The crumbling edge
This black night
This lukewarm wind
Numbing like the dream
I am in
Peering over the edge
Far below
As if an eternity away
Taunts the openness
And solidity
Of the ground beneath
As though I have but
To release
To feel its permanence
The uncertainty
Of my step
The vertigo
Of my gaze
My arms open
I look upward
And vertigo engulfs me
And the wind carries me
Sweeping upward
Consuming me

Nothing

I didn't come with
Instructions or a toy
Or sealed for lemon-scented freshness
Only a crying, needing boy.
I don't have the skills
Thanks to you
The train of thought
Or the correct way of thinking
I am unarmed
In this nuclear conflict
Your ideals of decades past
Rebellion and free whatever
Strange that it should work out
This way
Your rebellious ideals have robbed me
Of your parent's ways
I am without ego
And have only a pretend, pop clue
Railing against a culture
Which was content
To leave me
With so much
Nothing

Painting

I've been staring at that painting
On the wall
But the lights are too dim
And the food is so good
The waitress is so pretty
With the narrow waist
And those wide hips
The music is too jolly
And the waitstaff wants me to leave
She brought me a check
And she smiled
And said,
"I'll be yourcashier when you're ready."
And I can't tell what that
Picture on the wall
Means.

Dead Fog

Stirring the fog
Which buries the trees
And I within
These forest walls
A touch in the stillness
A breath from behind,
Below
Surrounds
Pushing on through the density
The hanging air
Barely aware of it now
Removing my perception
Dangling my fears
Out of reach
A breath; a breeze
A touch; the wind
Which hangs still
Lurking
As I move through it
Watching
Purpose unknown
And fate concealed
Amongst the mist
I push through
It holds its breath
Towards the falling edge

Co-Dependant

Again I say
Again, you turn away
Carried upon tides
I seem to come and go
Investing deeper still
The stillness, vested, holds
Sway the truth
Bend the vines of hope
Creaking with our vice
Again I say
Again, you turn away
And do not grasp
Falling into the void
Trouble takes the heed
Leads the blind
By their own thoughts
Betrayed
Grinds the soul
To be

Twilight

Twilight comes the dusk
To nightfall, to dust
In spirit and mood, it must
Constraint the light, and thrust
Into a deepened dark
Asleep the meadowlark
A deepened pang to hark
Sapience, debark
Into a bitter mood
The bellows of incertitude
In the dark, true thoughts are hued
Untainted, untampered, and crude
Cruelty does its best
Puts insanity to the test
So once again, I digress
Twilight comes the sordidness