Sunday, August 12, 2007

Shredders

If shredders could talk
mine would walk back and forth
pacing like a captured animal
with no hope for escape
until exhausted he sat
almost out of breath
except for the last one
which held the composition
of every word to you
I never wrote
or the subdued impositions
I never spoke
for your ears to rearrange
for your eyes to mislead
for your heart to bleed out
and your mind to change
into something you wanted
to finally understand -
Me
If shredders could talk,
so would we

* inspired by Pink's poetry.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Ice Blue

I will be blue
  but I will be ice blue
You will not understand why
or the way I think things through
I will be blue,
 but I will be ice blue
A chilled, camouflaged snowdrift
will hide me from you
I will be blue,
 but I will be ice blue
Marked by counterfeit promises
manufactured by you
I will be blue,
 but I will be ice blue
Imagining the picture
adulterated perfection for two
I will be blue,
 but I will be unresponsive, undemonstrative
ice blue

Just

When summer heat boils
Just press your lips together
And say no again

Ignorant Bliss

The softest breeze has lingered still
to remind me of the coming chill
A rain perhaps or something more
like a storm just off the nothern shore
A quiet night and warmth again
will recreate their bond within
Two hearts that separated once
will reconnect by midnight's chance
As writer's hands relive the kiss
my heart will break from ignorant bliss

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Arch

Architects would fantasize
such structure and poise
Construction, creation
amid the sweet noise
Entrepreneurs and amateurs
would gaze with disbelief
At the original beauty
withstanding the heat
As the arch welcomes angels
whose hands lift her up
Rain fueling brainstorms
of something corrupt
But roughness and smoothness
are needed to bend
The deep rising passion
her body feels within
Hair like the rivers
flowing down her spine
Nails gripping tightly
like a learning concubine
Tasting healed pain
and pleasure of flesh
Repeating salicious sighs
she will never confess
At the height of the moment
bridged together for affection
Bent gracefully, waiting patiently
for the overwhelming connection
And then slowly, peacefully
completely crumbling into parts
Secured only with the solid strength
her ear to his heart

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

First Steps

Scents and sounds of baby powder and sighs
Greet me as I watch each small step you take
To steady your balance upon each try
Encouraging your mind to concentrate
On the importance of learning to walk
With your held held high, full of confidence
Along the path you choose outlined in chalk
From these childhood years of innocence
A strong, steady hand inside of your own
Will grasp your fear until it fades away
And you will remember when you have grown
The courage it gave you to undertake
Small feats of success and failure at times
Bring hope to your heart and tears to my eyes

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Tire No More

Salt from the rain's tongue is burning my skin
I don't want shelter from the piercing flow
Of sharp words around me -- do you intend
To hurt me so deeply that I will go?
Too many smiles are hiding beneath
A pair of soft lips that need to be kissed
Come lay your weariness here by my feet
Leave the unhappiness, it won't be missed
Fight harder for us love, tire no more
Though others may go, I will remain here
With you in my arms, like love was before
Long days and times zones worried me with fear
Unrest and anxiety have not won;
Let calm thoughts surround you and bring you home