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

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


Words of passion, love
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

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,

I write because

Friday, October 11, 2013

Restless Slumber

Throughout the night
of restless slumber
vague images of 
people and places

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 
goading me to return
from the darkness
of a not so peaceful

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.