With winter comes days that chill right to the bone. Unlike our furry friends, we don our heavy coats, boots, woolen socks, mittens and scarves to ward off the bite of the frigid air. Of course, we know the soft fur of our little friends keeps them warm without the need for all the extra 'gear' but that does not necessarily mean they do not feel the cold.
the rhythm
of this heart
measured in sighs
compound time
each beat
in three parts
one is for me
the next for you
the finest for us—
being the pulse
of this meter
flowing in time:
adagio i waited
like petals clasping
a blossom of hope
moderato i awoke
scenting the strands
of silken dawn
allegro i stride
over cultivated notes…
Hidden deep within the vanity of men
Lay memories and dreams of those
Who have imagined themselves Gods
Plotting schemes to live again
I try not to think of you,
These nights,
While I am awake
Beneath a foreign sky
You assume I am within
Easy reach;
Issuing invitations,
Long distance
I’m tired of these games,
That keep the lie alive;
When you think of me, you say:
At least he did not die
Put in a friend request…
The morning rose opaque. I was drawn to the pond. I wanted to stand on the ice drenched sand, the chilled freeze sweeping round my jean legs. To be cloaked by the thick grey density of it all. Like when you have something weighty on your mind, and straining to see through the fog of the unanswerable question brings perspective.
While men change laws
To meet their own needs
making bribes a legal thing
There is one above who
Views it all and knows the
Misery it will bring
You were given a position of
Power by those who did vote
You in, but you forgot them
Because of a paper colored green,
Along with the greed that
Grew within…
Your skin is:
a cool whisper
on my hot flesh, and
In the delicate, yet
perfect island
of your ear, I’d swear
I, who am blind, could
hear and see:
the one miracle of eternity
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Dear Human,
As always you will find me observing your ways.
I find you so beautiful in all you do and say.
But why? What makes you change from day to day?
As I watch the one I'm sent to guard and care for her upon your earth,
I suddenly realize what's caused her beauty from the moment of her birth.
