Category Archives: love

Low Tide

Lordy, Lordy, have I been busy. Very tired, very busy. More to do today and more to do tomorrow. I have a piece that I hope will bring you the peace you need to continue marching on. Without further ado…

Low Tide

Sunlight sprays and sparkles

as if it crests the wave

you see down there upon that beach.

The seas come down,

the tides recede,

and leaves are heard in trees behind.

The wind,

it blows,

and finds your every crease

and crevice.

Like the sun,

it illuminates

those hidden things

beneath your beautiful wings.

Harder days

have come and gone,

but end the day,

it’s you who’s won.

In times will be,

oh, the things you will see.

Certainly,

In times that will be.

The Banks of The River Lethe

Good afternoon, everyone. You have died. You stand here, like those heroes of old, on the banks of that sacred river Lethe. Your ascent to the heavenly realms of Paradiso now secured, you step carefully into the dark and starkly opaque water. Your sins, desires and memories washed away in sacred bliss. As a child again, you are innocent, no longer condemned, but redeemed. Welcome to the rest of forever. Without further ado…

Settling Debts

Haunting orbs

drift across the water.

They come towards me,

stealing away my light.

I am fading.

I flash and flicker;

I am the torch over which your fingers

quickly pass.

The specters

take my flame.

They wear it

and make themselves whole.

I am as the hearth

in that certain dearth

that follows November.

Swept away,

is all my heat.

Through the mist

is seen defeat.

I know why they’ve come:

The debt of one infernal sum.

I cannot pay,

I’m ashamed to say.

This will make their day.

Laisse-moi t’aimer!

Good afternoon, everybody. C’est moi! It’s been a little while since my last post, but I actually have a little song I wrote today. None of you rat bastards are going to hear my sing it, mind you (except one). Just imagine it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard and then tone that down by about three notches. If any of you would like to grace me with your patronage, do not forget there are donation links on my home page. Whether you give or not though, thank you to everyone who visits my website and enjoys my writing. It really means the world to me. Without further ado…

Just Hope That You Know It

Imagine just sailing away,

having nothing to say.

I love the way that you sway

at the end of the day.

You’re like the rays of the sun

filling my chest up a ton.

It’s so hard to tell you this, hun’

but just know i love you

and i think i won.

Seeing my reflection in your eyes

makes me forget all the lies

that everyone else told

and filled me with all sighs.

Perhaps I’m not sure if it’s wise

to keep all my love in your eyes

but theres nothing that stops me

when you are the prize.

I’ll never stop thinking of all the ways you try.

My heart is so open

and i want to show it

by letting you in and letting you know it.

Trying to water and letting you grow it.

I look at you and just hope that you know it.

Stellar Corona

Good afternoon, everybody! As we shuffle slowly into winter, I’ve got a nice little poem for you all about keeping the cold away. Not much else to add. Without further ado, please enjoy.

Halo

Filtered through those sunlit clouds,

warm rays give way to warmer shrouds.

They wrap around and they provide

a sense of calm I’d not before tried.

Not so worried

about the slurry

that no doubt comes

with coming flurries.

This Sun may shine,

a gracious sign,

that snow so clears

around the pines.

In the forest,

betwixt the trees,

stands the florist

whose wares escape the coming freeze.

The cold has never seemed so far away.

Tired Eyes That Do Not Slumber

Good morning, everyone! I didn’t really feel like writing too much today so I’ve got one for you that I wrote a while ago. My hope is that, in reading, you might see the same things I saw, that you might see the little baroque paintings that run their course behind my eyes. Without further ado, please enjoy…

Sleep Without Rest

I don’t dream anymore.

No,

not dream, per-say,

but imagine.

I don’t imagine that world of pigs and pirates,

of castles and coriander,

of vampires and veritas.

I don’t look up and see the stars,

telling you that some day I’ll go up there,

telling you that some day we’ll be together forever and always

under those beautiful, wispy heavens.

I won’t lie and say that I don’t miss it;

the future we had spun.

A thread of fate so long and storied,

severed now,

long forgotten.

I hoped that you would walk the halls of my addled mind with me

and later the sunlit halls of our shared house with me,

but it was not to be so.

Those dreams of mine remained only dreams

now turned to sour nightmares.

The walls of that pretty little house on the hill,

tattered wallpaper,

shattered windows

and empty cribs.

No, I do not dream anymore.