Distress

Upon this soft bed your skin touches mine
As you curl up your fist to punch my face
Whisper in my ear, memorize my sighs
Drying dark, crimson streaks around my grace
Kiss me, cradle me, breathe me into you
Hold my head up high to hit me again
Protect me like the lover I once knew
Rape my self respect like it's not a sin
Wipe my tears away when I am weeping
Or just walk out the door and forget me
Return to my dreams when I am sleeping
I've tried to love you but you won't let me
My battered heart is in constant distress;
Beating me senseless would hurt so much less

Enough

He's screaming again
the loneliness is tearing at him
My jagged edged razor feels softer
than the piercing blades of fate
Cutting deep into my heart
quickly carving out my hate
Burning to touch you
bring you back into dreams
Sleeping papers in closed letters
limitless serenities
But shatter the silence
like aged, broken bones
for hearing such lies
take the hypocritical oath
Shove it down her alibis
round two awaits...
He repeatedly rubs his eyes
his futile mind contemplates:
Too tired to fight -
Too tired to win -
aching to change this life
He's screaming again

Halfway Across the Universe

Just picture me
tonight
lying motionless
in bed
tears streaming
tangible joys
down my flushed face
As I trace the midnight stars
beyond concrete roof
hanging over my mind
the kind that replaces
a glass ceiling ready to be
permanently broken
for the sake of loving you
I hold my sighs
I can see it lifting...
And somewhere soon
at the bottom of a canyon
behind a growing tree
under an aging bridge,
beneath that blinding moon
I'll find that you will meet me
while those notes appear silently ---
and reveal a precious history
Comforting melodies
will stretch and pull together
their intertwining arms of faith
halfway across the universe
just to bring us home

Yellowed

I've become an empty aging canvas
Yellowed, forgotten by your missing touch
I brought peace whenver you felt restless
Inspired life created by your brush
You talked to me and shared your private dreams
I sat with patience hoping you would draw
Some lines across my silkened virgin screen
Perhaps you never needed me at all
Now kept inside this crowded attic room
Boxed colors to my left and to your right
I call upon your glowing midnight moon
To redefine my soul from black to white
You are absent with other art to keep
I've faded in the darkened attic heat

Transforming Shapes

This spirited season brings sharp winds
that shake my crisp leaves down
past my feet where my will won't move on
landing on deadened grass
Anniversary of warmer falls
seeds planted carefully
awaiting a late June summer bloom
nurtured by a rare rain
Shifting uncomfortably
in the same jeans that lay on the floor
which caught the stream of light
and the shape of love creating more
October skies transform into dark
soggy, wet leaves to sweep

Overdrawn

This investment plan is wrong
When you are stressed
and need to be relieved
I'm right there
with anything you need
But when I'm depressed
and come to you
asking for a return
or even a loan
from loving and caring for you
You charge me unpayable interest
with your stiff silence implying
that I am overdrawn

Across

Insignificant drought of
Denial and apathy
Over walking on a bridge
Near dangerous falls
Take me far beyond
Crayola bright city lights
Across from antique
Retired, restless thoughts
Enter my conscience
Anything with reason goes
Tell yourself to be neutral
And simply
Let this agile love
Literally decompose