passion fires
they come from
the beauty of love
they burn you,
so if some day you find
yourself as someone different
doing things and moving
in unfamiliar ways, dont fear.
love has set you on fire
and a new skin will replace you.
new blood
new bone
new armor
new words
new sight
there are moments
in my life
i will never forget.
there are less now
i had to make room for the millions
with you that i want to remember
and i told you before, i remember
and i told you how i remember.
i'll always wonder what you remember.
life is a series of moments.
moment to moment
and my teachings surround this thought
perfection is always nice
but it twinges inside the soul
like a little thorn
you know some day
this wont happen any more
and never again
because it was perfect
and two idiots ruin everything
and youre left with
water on your face
a damp pillow
only sheets to embrace
life is perfect
never to be made better
last night
i felt my heart, like i have never felt it before
i could sense a pain, and my lips went numb
i looked at the lonely red light of my phone
wondering if i should call for help
my heart, wobbling
slowly it shifted in my rib cage
i felt distant to it
but it was close and in pain
this was new to me,
and i waited for my left arm to go numb
it never did
a few hours later i finally went to sleep
i'd say maybe i am writing this from heaven, but i know
what heaven is like, and she's not holding me
so i know i made it through the night
i fear now
this will be my last poem
of love
the stars never seemed so far before
the moon gone
planets revolving away
i'll be ok,
but
i want to be ok with you
inside you
against you
like yesterday before you left
i listened to songs i made up
and in the background the sweeter
sound
of you laughing
i dont need a tattoo on my hand
because my heart was branded last night
from the lightning bolts of true love
this was surely the pain i felt.
i am marked
forever
maybe fifty poems
and songs wasnt enough
maybe i havent explained,
maybe i did it too well
maybe i used up all the words
its so quiet now.
like the sound of a million sea shells
against my ears
now what will i find under the pink?
will you still meet me?
i am shaky today
unsure of the ground
the air
i captioned
all the photos,
Beauty and the Beast
I wonder how the pure loveliness
of you suffered along side
my roughness
now the road opens
the sleep that swallowed my pain
is gone
and morning brings it back
in small amounts
and soon night will find me stooped
and tired
my bones giving under the weight
of my stupidity
all i wanted
was a small house
in the middle of nowhere
and those five rooms
kitchen
bath room
music room
reading room
bed room
a dog
a yard
trees
love
never ending
never doubted
always nurtured
watered
seeded
expanded
embraced
kissed
cooked
cupped
i havent even begun to eplain this
i hate words today
betrayer of poetry
little black sticks
better used
to stoke the fire
of love
than explain my
stupid
pain
but if words must be used
let me assemble them forever like this;
I Love You.