Tag Archives: love

We’ll See, I Suppose

Good afternoon, friends. I am very tired today. Very tired for a long time now. I don’t believe it’s quite coming to a head. This is just how it is now. I won’t ever give up, of course. I refuse. I will keep going. Keep doing my best. It doesn’t get easier, but it does get easier. My dreams will not be just dreams. Perception is reality. We can all take a lesson from that, I think. Finding myself never stops. Finding yourself never stops. That’s the fun part. Somewhat sad poem for you today. Maybe I’m easier to figure out than I think.

Self-Sufficient

You want me to be honest?

You want me to tell the truth?

I am tired.

I am spent.

I just need to go home and sleep.

Go home and be in my bed.

To stow and hide away my heart and mind.

To hold my broken heart in your hands.

How it must be to know such power.

Intoxicating, perhaps.

I only wish you would care for it

Cherish it, the way a lover would.

Sew me up

Put me back together

Pick up all my pieces but you’re missing the tape

I don’t hurt anymore

Just the slow thumping in my chest

My blood still flows just the same

Somehow it comes to pass that I breathe without lungs

Pump blood with no heart

See with no eyes

And touch with no hands

All things I give to you freely

That you take and take without recess

So that now I have nothing left

Except that I do

I am breathing

I am Seeing

And I am feeling

Another Little Love Story

Guten Morgen, Freunde! Every day is an opportunity for another little love story. Fall in love even more with the person you love, fall in love with the trees and the dirt, fall in love with air you breathe and the little tiny dogs you see walking in the street. Life is often hard, but I’ve said before: You don’t need to harden yourself to match it. Find peace in acceptance of yourself and all things. Find love in your heart where you thought it had left. Be softer and kinder to yourself and those around you. Never give up. The World won’t. Why should you?

It’s A Helluva Lot

Spending months away at sea

Leaving just the baby and she

Thinking to myself about the way they miss me

Hoping happy she will be

Coming home to see her eyes

Reflecting deep blue skies

And her love I need not prise

For with her I won’t capsize

Stepping from the boat and holding her

Hearing the machines choke and whir

And i can say with confidence she’s better than pictures

Sitting at the foot of the bed

Knowing that someday we’ll be wed

Thinking of the life we have ahead

I’ll one day leave this ship and be with her instead

I’ll give up being a sailor and be the one she counts on

I’ll wake up every morning to her smile with the dawn

Knowing when the time comes that i won’t again be gone

A Home For The Days (And Nights Too)

Good morning! Running off of three hours of sleep and a single cup of black coffee really makes you think. About everything. My mind is always moving a million miles a minute. I’ve spent a long time wondering. No doubt I’ll do it some more. There always seems to be more time. Life is so often so slow. Helps to appreciate the little things. Always keeping track of all the little things I love. It is a hard world. Be softer. Be kinder. Bring balance to a world with an edge so sharp it often cuts. One of these days I’ll look back and realize that all of this made sense. Only just with context. And now, a drumroll…

There and Back Again

Feeling not so good again

Queasy

It’s never so easy

I want to go home

But there is no home

Not for now

But again, i think

I’d like to open the door

To walk in

“Honey, I’m home,” I’d whisper

To see the couch and coffee table

I’d like to go to the kitchen

To cook for me and mine

See a smile I haven’t seen in so much time

To sit upon my castle walls and stare out at the sunset

I only call the window out of my office the crenellations

Because it makes her laugh

My chest to rest your tired head

I know how hard the days can tread

To walk amongst the bathroom tile

See the towels rank and file

We can both be sticklers sometimes…

How she chuckles at my choice of words.

Finally through the bedroom

A bed to rest my tired head

We’ll be happy

When all is done and said

Cottage Core

Good morning. I am feeling better today. Slow-going, this healing. I hope all of you are having a wonderful day despite the many tribulations we face apart and together. You and me and we are strong. We’ll get through this. Just keep thinking about the peace you hope to achieve.

Ataraxia

Gently swinging from a tree

Arboreal Species

Holding onto vines

Never making wines

How I wish I were a monkey

Just a tiny little man

Cracking nuts with rocks and stones

Not understanding what’s coursing through my bones

I grasp and grab onto a branch

Happy with my mate

And my little babies too

This is a perfect world

Better than the zoo

Strength and Fortitude

Afternoon, all. It’s been a hard few days. I have poems to share! Lots of writing. It’s the only thing that’s kept me sane. I do hope you like this one. I wrote it this morning and it’s very special to me. Without further ado…

My Soul To Give

Oh I do hope you take your strength from me, my love

From my chest

From my mind

From my bones

And from my stomach

I do hope you take this strength

For anything i give

I give freely to you, my love

My little dove

I am yours

To do with which you need

Always yours,

My love

I wear these weathered hands

If only until you return

To take them from me

And steady yourself with them

I wear these weathered arms

If only you’ll return

To take them from me

And hold yourself with them

I am yours

Forever and always

My soul to take

Yours to keep

For heaven is a place i found in your arms