Category Archives: love

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.

Dancing Deftly In The Dark

Good morning, everyone. It’s been a tough week for me. I’ve had to make some hard decisions that I didn’t want to have to make. This is, of course, how life always is. That knowledge doesn’t seem to make it any easier. I am only a man, and a young man at that. There are many things I no longer fear; experience has helped in this regard. The things I do fear, however trivial they might seem to others, are those things that experience has never seemed to make any easier. This has been my inspiration for today’s poem. I hope your heart does not break so much reading as mine did writing. It is hard to see the light when you are dancing in the dark.

There Behind My Left-Side Shoulder

I flee away from things unseen,

so very much in darkness,

have these monsters been.

My heart flits and flutters

at the touch.

Slips and falls into the gutters,

better not take on too much.

Tear drops fall

on tattered vinyl,

only wishing that it all

would be so final.

Infernos rage at the sight

of that crumbling might

which,

once upon a tear,

may have been so dear.

This, I have certainly come to fear.

Flitting on Forgotten Wings

Good morning, everyone! I have for you today a piece which I have freshly written, so freshly, in fact, that it still smells of warm ink and the sweat of my hands. Like warm bread, I would hope that you enjoy what I’ve managed to bake up for you today. Without further ado…

Perception of the Mass

To die upon your crossed arms,

a fall from grace so fed by charms

would be so sweet and free from harms.

It would not be

that Pontius Pilate

determines my fate,

for such a thing

now seems so trite.

Willful masters know their place,

looking in the mirror

and finding their face.

Do you not harm,

but simply farm

that sorrow which you carefully guard.

In the eyes of a dog

is reflected one ghastly visage

of one most malevolent demagogue.

Make your choice,

knowing all the while

that what you do

matters to you.