Hopes, fears, dreams, hurts, and desires
Are all felt in heartfelt fires;
The dreams of tomorrow, the happiness, the sorrows
The fear of loving, the fear of living day to day
All are feelings, felt by all.
Touching you, feeling you, and having the need, to hold on forever
Loving, doubting, and fearing, the process are potent combinations for disaster;
Want to throw out the hurts, want to toss away the fear-
Want to embrace the remaining years with arms stretched wide open.
Embracing life, love, and all the fears
Throw caution to the wind- and began to live- for today-
But, for one to put away the sorrows of tomorrow, to enjoy what comes with heartfelt fires-
One will need to cope with these - heartfelt desires -
Faith demands we hope for
What cannot be true;
Hope insists we believe
In what will never be.
They are trickster twins
Commanding our allegiance,
Wishing us disappointment, despair and oblivion.
I prefer to trust my wits, sight and a little love.
I don't wanna be
a wannabe no more
waiting for opportunity
to come a'knocking
on my open door
and the day she does
tho' the lights are on
there's no one home
as I'll probably be
out to lunch
knowing me
so I wanna see
'Been there, done that!'
on my resumé because
I'm oh-so tired
of being a never-was
I would
Wish you
The worst
But yours
Came true
First
Feels like
That red light
Gets longer every day
Though I can’t
Help but stare
At the place I last kissed you
Counting
The cars
In the driveway
Making note
Of the purple bike
Left in the grass
Picturing
The perfect happenstance
That you would be there
With the devil’s music
As your dad always called it
Vibrating my speakers
The slow motion
Of realization
Would cross your face
While my breath
Gets scared
And hides in my throat
But I pretend
I don’t
Notice at all
Focusing on the blink
Of green
That reminds me to take the right road
Just keep driving on
Let the world
Around me become a fast paced blur
Because the things
That are meant to stick around
Will forever remain in focus
A destination
Worth
Running towards
While things
Like you
Are better in the rearview
The moon was bright when we were stargazing.
I thought the stars were haphazardly scattered across the sky.
You didn’t.
You thought they were intentionally placed in every space.
I liked the idea of them being thrown like seeds and you liked the idea of them being carefully set.
So, we agreed to disagree.
Now the moon isn’t so bright.
And the stars are covered by clouds.
And I wish we had agreed.
To let my wanton gaze go wandering
And graze giddily your saintly silhouette,
With wonder watching you and pondering
What wild pensées through my fancy pirouette;
To glimpse a glimmer gleaming from your gloss,
A sparkle shining gaily on your smile,
To steal the lipstick from your lips, to toss
Your weight my way, a soirée worth your while;
To feel a frisson flitter through your skin,
With luster shivering between our senses,
And see your face flush scarlet, our shade of sin,
All this I long for and lust, in secret glances;
So with my pen I wink at you, pining
For your sweet permission. And now signing,
X
I coulda written that song, “Purple Rain.”
It didn’t take that big of a brain.
And I coulda written that song “Hotel California.”
But girl - I do wanna warn ya!
I’ve always been considered at least halfway insane.
Torrents pound ground.
Raincoat over head
going for the mail.
Small dog - large voice
yapping on and on.
Dog now howling,
Lake Erie has thrown
a bucket
of cold water over its head.
It could happen,
it's a very Great Lake.
It's the New Year's boom
with colored fireworks lauding,
the toast of the town.
The proud, old guard has vanished,
with its dreams, yet unvanquished.
Hues light the plum night;
'midst crash and bang in the skies.
Starry-eyed moon glows.
The past's still following me,
but only in memory.
I hope that July
Would surprise me something good
And beneficial.
Don't think wishfully
Guarding against death is brave
Live life blissfully.
Maybe he will come back into my arms- if only for a moment
These wounds brought me here
Searching for you from despair
Opportunity made me believed
That from pain, I can be relived
Time refines the images of mine,
A mission to places in the mind
Wrestling through dark moods
Dreams of what the future holds
Wishful thinking with the imagery
Arrives to meet desire and reality
wandering ways cascading ache
That ponders over a hapless fate
True love is illusive and beguile
make you happy for a little while
And it almost makes you cry
Immediately when the feelings die
Falling for the pieces of possibilities
With every phrase comes difficulties
Searching for all the correct answers
Finding only more unresolved issues
People think of being happy and even think they are.
But are they?
Do they even know what happy is?
I have doubts that even the most enlightened would truly know.
Yet if I were to take a guess,
It isn’t and never will be constant.
But it might have been that one moment,
You know the one,
It was right before
Everything lovely disappeared…again.
I sit with my feet touching the water
fascinated by a playful otter
near the river's edge, amid evergreens,
rolling along the sapphire surface sheens.
Swimming up and down propelling itself
enlightening up on a bare rock shelf.
Scattered green dwarf saplings I sit and spy
capricious. Once again and it's good-bye.
A breath, filled with, bluebells, lavender bell
blooms bright and lovely, I linger a spell.
Pink and white dance across, and hint of breeze
Plethora of weeds, brown moss grasps the trees.
I dream of pixies, and fairies behind
wild spray of tall dandelions, I'd find.
9/17/2023
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