Saturday, February 28, 2009

Room 462

I'll slip into your room
quietly breathing
I'm sure you'll be well soon
but right now you need me
I'll slide on my white mini skirt
the one with the middle slit
lean over you whispering softly
this won't hurt one bit
Kiss your sleeping lips
stroke your fevered face
lie right next to you
even though you need your space
Give you all my love
nurse you back to health
so I can bring you home
and have you all to myself...

Forecast

The trees are bending
creaking and crying
helpless in the wind's powerful hands
Through the uninvited chills
and severe current change,
I will hold on as tightly as I can

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Good Mother

You calm my worries like no one else can
with soft, kind words and a long distance smile
I felt so alone but you held my hand
through space and comforted me for awhile
Advice from a mother is precious food
for the soul that is starving for answers
I needed to feed on some bowl of truth;
you served my hungry mind second chances
Tonight, dreaming and sleeping will replace
the pacing of footsteps, and falling tears
You gave me courage to restore my faith
and to release my mind-altering fears
Throughout his sickness and discomfort you
reassured me like all good mothers do

For EB

More, Best

Juliet only plunged the iron dagger
into her permanent broken heart
to outdo Romeo's final show of affection
But the mere illusion of poisoning himself
could have been out of the question!
Did he really plan to fall?
Or was she the one who sacrificed it all?
Star crossed lovers?  Indeed.
But in the end, they both concede
to love's ultimate relationship test:
Who loves who more, and best?

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Unfinished

I didn't recognize the sun today
hiding behind teardrops from a grey sky
No sounds attempted to take me away
my place of comfort has lost its light
Furrowed brow wrinkled from feeling so scorned
eyes red with acid like pain from no sleep
I'm in denial, all logic is worn
betrayed by promises I thought you'd keep
I walk on the sand, so alone, wet and cold;
"My footsteps left no trace on your soul?"
I see myself growing silent and old
Trapped and unfinished like a hidden pearl
My destiny was to be held and cherished
by your hands alone -- no strangers allowed
to scuff the potential love so polished
enough to shine bright in the dirtiest crowd
The water washes my sadness ashore
and I decide not to love anymore

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Momentary Relief

He turns his face toward me as if to say
every word that someone else will not speak
An echo in his heartbeat sings my faith
and redirects the slightest doubts to leave
To watch him breathe and yawn brings such relief --
despite the red alarms he's holding on!
Those hours in fear give me the proof I need:
His will to live will always be that strong
A warning sign sent down from higher hands
To reconfirm the purpose of his birth
A Father's love has sent a second chance
Reminding me how much new life is worth
But here I face the harsh reality;
When you made your choice, why wasn't it me?

Red Fear

Crimson pains paint
horror stained fears
upon your cruel silence
and I weep for the years
you will never be blessed
to remember me dear
to know that I loved you
more than anyone here

Stoned

Your lies
compromise
rationalize
but never
empathize
or sympathize
with the
honesty
and truth
inside of
my eyes

Monday, February 23, 2009

Compromise

Selfless
enables
Selfish

Caution

Caution is yellow
not a fatal ending
it's a slow, sure approach
to the stop sign that's pending
But overused and abused
it can bring you to standstill
Then reroute your hearts
into the relationship landfill

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Stood Up

Sinking feeling
eyes avert
from a shallow breathing
to a deeper hurt
Craving something
you didn't give
No justification
No reprieve
Tears stream downward
nothing will suffice
Was it really worth it
to roll the dice?

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Our Beach

I know that you will take me there
on cool sands lit by silver stares
from a wistful moon under the sultry, salt air
embracing me while you stroke my hair
I know that you will touch my face
with softness, love and perfect grace
between the docks –our secret place –
find me waiting in black lace…
Sealing forever with a single kiss
reminding most of the love I will miss
closing my heart to reserve that bliss
I know that you will show me this

Previews

Previews of spring scents bring
reminders of summer blooms
And I fall backwards into a sea
of deep sleep past winter's gloom

Friday, February 20, 2009

Blindsided

I wasn't preprared for you to hurt me
What? Blindsided by a head-on crash?
I was bleeding internally
(no first aid in sight)
and you never even looked back...
But worse than the trauma and shock
of you coasting on auto-lie
was the way I felt that you veered from me
so someone else wouldn't have to die
Now with broken ribs unable
to protect me from the possibility
of another crash
(perhaps a fatal one)
Can't you even see?
All you had to do
was drive straight home
and tell the absolute truth to me.

Spare Key

Louder than the Raven crying out Nevermore!
The scavenger flaps her wings and screeches
outside of your slightly cracked door
More powerful than the beating of the Tell-Tale Heart
A murderess plans her victim's death
from the very start
Painful like a repeated
graphic, horror flick torture scene
A sick, twisted killer hacks at my bones
until my soul is picked clean

Angry, enraged like a predator
would never want its prey to be
Now I'm the one waiting outside of your door
but I have a spare key...

Black Lace

The memory of black lace lingers
upon your hungry, salivating lips
like the flavor that haunts me:
Our first dangerously passionate,
decadent but indestructable kiss

Decisions

Decisions to be made
are like a blockade of worry
in front of my loyal, loving heart
In giving everything to you
I promise to see you through
even if it permanently tears us apart...

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Warning

Sickened to my stomach at the first sight
of cheshire grins that plaster your face.
Smug victory -- although you didn't fight
I'm living here in your could-have-been space!
Emotionless greed plagues your twisted soul
Innocent, loving hearts will soon prevail...
Remember my promise as you grow old:
I'll more than succeed where you always failed.
Just a fair warning to you and your cause -
You don't fool me...I see fear in your eyes.
Those watchers are blind with fatal applause
Welcoming grief as your happiness dies.
Do not assume I cannot use violence;
Trust me.  I'll choke your breath with my silence.

Indiana

The song in my head is only visible to me
while I'm wearing my hat and climbing this tree
Today I've become what I need to be:
a hero escaping the tombs of captivity
I will crack my whip upon this stone
I am the fearless, clever Indiana Jones!

Monday, February 16, 2009

Lie

A lie begans to age before it's spoken
preserving fears and doubts with raw deceit
Ending the innocence that stands unbroken
A lie sleeps in the heart of everyone you meet...

Reminder

Gingerly, tenderly, he unwrapped her
His eyes could barely comprehend the
scattered black and purple bruises
random zig-zag stitching and
visible jagged scars upon her heart
He slowly, softly, carefully swaddled her
in clean, fresh cloths of security;
His searching lips found her trembling kiss
To help heal her deep wounds
He held her so close
cradling her safely
to stop her shaking
Looking into her red, tired, swollen eyes
in complete disbelief he inquired
“My God!!
Who in the world did this to you, my love?
Damaging you so deliberately, so carelessly?"
She took his hand in hers,
looked directly into his eyes,
fought back her tears and whispered,

“You did.”

Always and Forever

Love is not some overdue debt to be paid
Love is a soothing massage when your nerves are frayed
Love is not the line between wrong and right
Love is the warm touch in the middle of the night
Love is not a lie cleverly wrapped in deceit
Love is the cut healed after wounds will bleed
Love is not some distant, far off voice
Asking for another chance when you already had the choice
Love is permission not often granted
When love has been abused and trust is recanted
Love is not the coma we hide behind in our sleep
Love is vast like the ocean, and dangerously deep
Love is not fear stemming from silence
Love is the absolute cure to hatred and violence
Love is not fair weather to all who seek her rain
Love is constant pleasure with very little pain
Love is not a bargain you have to take home
Love is security to prevent you from feeling alone
Love is not excuses for what went awry
Love is forgiveness with that look in your eye…
Love is not the climax at the height of our sex
Love is the soft kiss that dances across my neck
Love is not the discomfort and changes over the months
Love is the first sign of life; a kick from that bump
Love is not ageless or pure paradise
Love is growing old with you under sunset skies
Love is simply love in all its entirety
Love is always me and you
Love is forever you and me

To My Muse

Oh, how I wish you could feel
                        the freedom of the words
                        flowing in unison with my tears
                        My thoughts become your lips
                        speaking the blessing
                        of inspiration to my hands
                        creating the very life
                        inside of the poem I breathe to you

                        There is no poetry in my soul
                        without you,
                        no thought worth warming
                        without you
                        There is no passion in the spoken dream
                        without the soul and heart
                        found in the inspiration of you