Collector

Collecting pieces of the present

for future use

Playing it safe for then

I cannot hoard these moments

Trying all the same 

I catch your smile

with my eyes

and let my heart 

hold it close

and closer 

still

The Morning After the News

When the world changes

fundamentally so

we must clear a path

for it within ourselves

Welcome the hardship

the burden that is placed

in our hands

We will not see it

as the gift it is

until at last

the lesson lives 

deeply within

Slow Dance at the End of the World

Cradling my head in your hands

Wind calling names

Humming to me 

We move back and forth

The moon

a cracked egg

suspended

Her dragons

finally free

Because I Love You

How can you be sure that everyone

knows you love them?

Tell them over and over

and in as many ways as possible

so that they cannot possibly

misunderstand that, yes, even

these words are for you.

Even now, it is my voice 

living in your heart,

right where I always wish to be.

Sincerity and Conquest

Too many men,

and it's almost always men, 

have wasted too many lives,

too many words,

trying to conquer

that which is unconquerable,

that which can only be held

temporarily by force.

They all forget one crucial 

point, the words 

that actually rule the world,

I love you.

Snore

Wake up
I can hear you snoring
Honestly
I don't mind
Sorry I woke you up
Love you

The Builders

Pieces of ourselves
given
          and received
Precious
parts exchanged

Building
Creating
some thing new
to gether

Living within
one another

Yes
This is it
This is how
it is
supposed
to be

Open Honesty

/tear open your chest

show me

what makes you breath

"        "         "     beat

Don't give me wind

"        "       "   words

Give me something more

More substance

More immortality

More permanence

in this t e m p o  r  e  a  l  i t y 

Knowledge

Act in accordance of what you know to be right.
Follow this to create the most good for others and yourself.

Life is a continuous process of change
that we must allow ourselves to be part of.
To obstinately hold on to that which
is no longer meant to be ours
is to suffer anguish at our inability to keep it.

No matter how strong and youthful you may be now
you will age and your body will begin to prepare
itself for it's return to the elements. Illness and
aging are inescapable. No human, no matter their
poverty or wealth, no matter their moral or immoral
actions, is immune to the will of nature and time.

To purposely cloud our body and mind
is to fog the truth of understanding and actions
that we must take in our lives.
To move forward with purpose and energy
we must remove self-inflicted obstacles
to our betterment.
To move forward we must takes steps
every day. It does not matter if it is only
one step or thousands, it matters that
steps are taken.

We all suffer. This knowledge should lead to
greater harmony and compassion amongst all of us
but it does not. Our pain, anguish, sorrow,
and disappointments have been felt by others before.
Our pain is universal. We must strive not to end
suffering, but to lessen it, to learn from it,
to use it to grow closer to one another
in a deeper understanding of each other
and of our true nature as humans.

Love alone will not solve all the ills of this world
but it is our strongest tool in our struggle. We must use
it unsparingly and spread it to every beating heart
of our world.

You are deeply loved.

Growth / Maturity

That feeling of love
that has grown
The maturity to desire
another's happiness
over your own
Loving in this way
does not diminish
what has been felt
only grows it into
something deeper
and more beautiful

Wednesday, February 14th 2018

Love is an expression of the divine. 

Traverse

Together but apart but
Together but apart but
Together is what matters

Love can exist and change
and change with us

Thinking of us
Thinking of how I was
A foolish young man
in love with you
and who still is

My love has changed
but it is love none the less

I see you now as you are
Daughter Mother Wife
Your smile is still the same
Your heart is still pure

I still love you
I always will

The tides have come in
and my heart has grown
and still it grows

And Love

I would say she has the voice of an angel
but that wouldn't be accurate.
Her voice isn't beautiful in a way
that's conventional
but that doesn't matter to me.
Why should it?
It's her thoughts and the words
she uses that I love.
And I love her.
And she loves me.
I am imperfect in so many ways
yet she loves me
and she loves me
and I love her.

Love is a shadow

Will love become the dawn?

Lines and Freewrite 11/7/17

Fantasy or Leisure?
Love or Pleasure?

A Life More Ordinary.

Light flowing unobstructed from the sun
And even when there are obstacles in place
it seeps through every crack it can find.
How many mornings of your life have you
woken and been greeted by the light flowing
down upon you More often than not I would
suppose I do not wish to be hidden from the
sun I want to bask in its warmth and find the
places I have always wanted to see They are
out there waiting for me Wake and rise and
see Wake an rise and see This life is now
and it will always be We are always subject
to change without notice Impermanence is
all we can ever rely on Change is change is
change is change Are you awake now Are
you still in bed at home Is there a dog curled
up at your feet I once touched your skin and
hair and fed from the warm smile you would
give Miles apart Separated by time Willful
and needed or will and unnecessary Making
the best of this is all we could do Does the
body have dreams apart from the mind Is
there memory dormant in its bones ligaments
and muscles that the mind has never known
Another morning Another time to consider
everything Nothing could be more than this
Everything is everything now Deeper into
Fall Winter is approaching with each passing
day Chilly wind washes through the branches
of the trees And in the heart of Winter we
will be conserving heat and counting the days
and nights waiting for the first blooms
waiting for life to renew its promise waiting
for Spring waiting to open windows and
let walk through the front door and see
how the world has changed and what beauty
must still remain

Routine

I felt her get out of bed and the sudden absence
of her body next to mine. I saw her at the foot
of the bed, skin bare in the slight chill of morning.
She gathered her towel and things to take a shower.
I let my mind wander as the sound of falling water
came steady from the bathroom. I gazed at the ceiling
as though I could divine the future from it. How much
of this life has been a dream? How much of it have
I actually lived to its potential? How much time yet
remained? I heard the falling water stop and the glass
door slide open. I could imagine the contours of her
being dried off. I thought of all the small touches we
had given other, touches of hands, fingers gently
grazing the nape of the neck, hands stroking the full
length of our backs. This comfortable intimacy.
She walked back into the room wearing her favorite
robe with her hair pulled up into a towel. She smiled
at me in the way that has always left me hopelessly
in love with her. "Are you going to take a shower?"
she asked. "I'll take one in a minute. Not in a big
rush right now." I said. "I'm going to have some
breakfast. Do you want me to fix you anything?"
she asked. "I'll probably just have some milk and
cereal." I said. She walked over and leaned down
to kiss me on the lips. That natural sweetness of
heart and body. How many years had I lived
without it in my life? She stepped out of our room
towards the kitchen. The residual warmth of her
shower was calling. I closed my eyes and found
myself so near and so far away.

Don't Believe It

I told her I don't believe in love
She loved me anyway
Just to prove a point
And I'm just a fool
To hold on to my beliefs
And not know when
I've been proven wrong
I told her I loved her
And she said I don't believe you
I said it doesn't matter
I don't believe in love anyway
We agreed and loved
 Each other anyway

If I fall in love will it 
be this way forever?

Dear Child

How I delight in you!
Your mere existence
is an irreplaceable joy to me.
You may not remember
the days you feel asleep
resting your head
on my chest
but I will remember for you.
Your small hands,
your little heartbeat,
your wide smile,
will always
have home within me.