Wednesday, October 30, 2013

I Am Poet

I am poet.
I have written words
that make me giggle,
tinkling laughter one hears
on a playground full
of happy children.

I have penned pronouncements
of pure passion,
observed obfuscated
reactions to what I’ve
said.

No higher education have I,
but a wealth of life
I have lived, translating
experience into…

something.

Words of passion, love
desire...
all this when my mood
shines brighter than
any sun

Morbidity, sadness…
gloominess not so subtly veiled.
I force my pen upon the paper
with violence, angering the
words, crying with
depression.

Alas, my works may not
make me millions,
or thousands, even
hundreds and tens
stretches the limit.

A random thought…
what if my words
are never read again?
Will it stop me
from sharing
my thoughts?

I write because
I can.
Ink flows from
my desire to
convey, inspire,
perspire.

I write because
I
Am
Poet

Friday, October 11, 2013

Restless Slumber

Throughout the night
of restless slumber
vague images of 
people and places
criss-cross
sub-conscious 
thoughts.

A myriad of muted shadows,
faceless bodies,
nameless faces,
shapeless doors that lead
into places 
one shouldn't
dream about.

Love is there, 
enjoying a teasing 
moment,
goading me to return
from the darkness
of a not so peaceful
sleep.

Restrained fighting,
arms stretch across time, 
reaching for lacy wisps
of your embrace

A touch...your touch
lips caress fluttering
eyelids, fingers dance
across my skin,
still cocooned in
the clutches of my repose.

Finally I awake,
you are there
with me. You smile
as my eyes focus
on your face, flushed
with happiness.

I have awoken
in the presence
of the one who
comforts me after
my restless slumber.