Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, February 25, 2010

surface breaks

... as the hearts swells with Love there is an accompanying pulling of it's fiber - a drawing that threatens a breech - but welcome it none-the-less for it is only the surface that breaks leaving it's womb intact to receive and give Love ...

Friday, November 13, 2009

the best seats in the house

the best seats in the house

there are times
no words can be spoken
for they fear they will drown
in the tears that will come

there are times
no words will be held back
despite fear they will drown
in the tears that will come

there were times
i sat still and listened
on the steps to the basement
for their joy and laughter

there were times
i sat still and listened
on the steps by their rooms
for the sounds of their dreams

there were times
i sat still and listened
on the steps of the porch
children ran up and down

there were times
we sat talking through tears
on these steps in our homes
as hearts broke in my arms

there were times
i sat along sobbing
as these steps in our homes
held me close in their arms

there were times
in our lives together
these steps in our homes were
the best seats in the house

tears

the clouds above are weeping ... tender kind tears ... cleansing

Friday, August 14, 2009

long time

Be a long time
Watch alone tonight
You are gone
You had

Sleep while you
My heart in yours
I was beautiful
My plans

Roll the canyon
You’re in my head
Have to survive
Those are alive

Want where never
Lose sorrow free
Name been know
Places have

I was dreaming
With your hands
Following heart
With my

Stand by the side
These rush by
My faces from
Time wasted

And pleasure we
Down this road
Been here before
Be more

Now down five to
You’re in my head
Block out survive
Dream alive

I believed you
And loved years
All these tears
Instead lies

Salty tears heal
Have told me if
I thought of all
I'm alive

Sunday, August 2, 2009

new stairs

these stairs have not been tested
they wait for hearts to open
to
to bear the weight of their needs

7-3-09

what my dream said today 7-6-09

today i saw myself holding me prisoner
both parts are very nice about it
but prisoner none-the-less

tonight i will be released from the prison
both parts will be very nice about it
but free none-the-less

7-6-09

early morning hours

silence speaks loudest
in the early morning hours

the heart hears great things
in the early morning hours

the mind rises to great heights
in the early morning hours

rise before the sun sheds its life
in the early morning hours

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

the best seats in the house

there are times
no words can be spoken
for they fear they will drown
in the tears that will come

there are times
no words will be held back
despite fear they will drown
in the tears that will come

there were times
i sat still and listened
on the steps to the basement
for their joy and laughter

there were times
i sat still and listened
on the steps by their rooms
for the sounds of their dreams

there were times
i sat still and listened
on the steps of the porch
children ran up and down

there were times
we sat talking through tears
on these steps in our homes
as hearts broke in my arms

there were times
i sat alone sobbing
as these steps in our homes
held me close in their arms

there were times
in our lives together
these steps in our homes were
the best seats in the house
 
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