Author Archives: sam

April, May, June, and July

Hey folks, been a minute on the website. Hope everybody who tunes in is doing well. I have the highest hopes for you all. Here’s a little one about my life. Anybody think they can decipher it? Without further ado…

April, May, June, and July

Asked if I am ready,

again,

I answered, “Yes.”

It’s almost time I’d be my best.

~

I felt the pull of a thousand worlds,

unfurled,

as I watched her dress’s frills

make those thousand twirls.

~

Lost in the webbed clutches of mirth,

I’d ponder myself the worth

of all those things upon the Earth.

~

However then,

did I find

myself in such a bind,

to be so unequivocally blind

as I felt the rush and lost my mind.

~

Ideally,

I would aim to be

tending to a sweeter kind,

yet in my fascinating lies,

were threads of fate

cut again before my eyes.

~

Feeling then,

and feeling now,

the difference in a simple, “How?”

Una Mañana Linda

Hey folks, new poem out. Just a short one today. It’s kinda sweet, so a little bit of a change up for me. Hope you like it. Without further ado…

Una Mañana Linda

I asked you softly 

just to love me

and wondered then

if you’d know me.

~

I asked you softly 

just to touch me

and wandered then

around the bend.

~

Turning a corner

to brick and to mortar,

I wondered then

if you could see me.

~

In that gentle evening light I saw

a smile so wide

that morning called.

~

Suppose I wondered then,

if you would softly love me.

~

¿Pues?

And So I Watched The Stars Go Out

Hey folks, got a longer piece for you here. I’ve been posting more to my substack, so check that out if you wanna. Some reposts of older stuff and such. Trying to get to 50 subs! Looking good so far. I’ll leave a link here: Substack. Without further ado…

And So I Watched The Stars Go Out

I thought myself at once some forlorn Knight Errant, one whose dreams of far-flung places and ancient treasures were lost to the excruciating romance of being just above mediocrity. I believed for so long in a world driven by the fantasy of it all, lost in my own and others’ designs. I flailed at the thought of never living, and found myself destroyed more-so by the idea of an un-living and inevitable death.

Where then was the adventure that my child mind had promised me? Where then were the lands of green and gold, lands untouched and unbound by those now-thoughts of index funds, and taxes, and real, unreal relationships. I am burdened by these thoughts of unbidden uncertainty that cloud my mind and keep me from my place among the stars. 

Do you feel now that we as a generation are less strong, less capable? Am I lost because I am weak? Uncertain and unclear because I am less resilient? Is not the world harder to be a part of than it ever was in times before?

I find myself drifting in and out of sleep. I wish for a world where things are not easy, but more possible. I wish not to face the accumulation of decades of falsehoods and failures that came before and instead be evaluated by the strength of my character, and boldness of my intellect. I dreamt once of a world that was governed by laws and dreams alike, a world my parents told me was and could be.

That world seems to have gone, forever changed into the nightmare of now. I wish not for the same, but better and evermore, forevermore. I wished upon a star that came, asking after a life they said would come.

And so I watched the stars go out, one little twinkle, and then another…

We Who Know Cannot Return

Hey folks. Check this one out! Without further ado…

We Who Know Cannot Return

I smelled sunshine

that last time,

the first time,

this time.

Always and forever cloaked in aged twine.

Never did I understand

that gentle reprimand,

how age’s sweet kiss

turned from youth and bliss.

One by one in turn I saw

in visage so raw

how stairs became steep;

my youth I prayed to keep.

And beyond those ruby fields

were iron eyes steeled,

impugned by what I had sought,

in terror of things wrought.

Up and up into the sky,

into then whatever might lie,

concealed,

beyond those ruby fields.

As Love Often Does

Hey folks, poem today! This also marks the official launch of my substack too (substack.com/samdotson) if you’re interested. I’ll probably be posting poems both here and there, but there may be some extra content thrown that way. Let me know what you think however you’d like! Without further ado…

As Love Often Does

The love in your eyes looked as love often does: 

Golden, and witty, and warm, and pretty.

I have seen a great many things I found to be less beautiful, 

and many fewer that I desired more.

Ice and fire met there like sapphires raining on the sands of old Venus,

a painting in baroque style

so torrid it would threaten to burn.

Ancient pits and wells were far gone from my eyes then,

as were the machinations of myself and other men. 

I hoped one day to live up to that adventurous promise

in the eyes of that hope-filled novice.

Fresh alabaster met the marble of old,

belying youth in the age of soul untold

and love again had moved to take hold.

Atop a lonely mountain,

beside a lonely fountain,

a chance to see my home again.

The love in your eyes looked as love often does.