choice libations
squirm in mother’s mind
witness the cycle
of sobriety and drunkenness
raise a glass
to toast success
lounge in the surburban yard
grass cut and smelling fresh
we discover nothing
including ourselves
Tag: meaning of life
not sleepy
Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.
Haven’t thought much lately. At least nothing too deep. It is 4:09 am. Our apartment is quiet. The apartment above us is quiet. No footsteps creaking or baby crying. The curry smells from next door are tamed. Our dinner dishes are washed and a week’s worth of work clothes are ready. Freshly pressed.
Some where, some one is moving. The force of life is being applied. Rightly? I hope so. We all hope so. Except the person with a gun in hand pays no attention to our wishes. An argument ensues. And words are bad but not good enough for the gun in hand. Words kill but bullets finish the job. No compromising, in that town. Not today. Not ever.
It is an hour before the sun rises. I am too far away from the Atlantic to look out the window and watch the sun appear. I take life for granted. The easy flow of air. I imagine the moon is the same. Thoughtless.
stained red
this hating ourselves
why do we
why do we do
this hating our selves
so others feel loved?
Nature Exposè
no secrets to living
nothing to impart
wander looking smart
waiting
want me
mutable
losing you
the gurgling water
sucks your voice dry
cup the air
to my ear
no recollection of sound
too nice
to tell me -disappear
i don’t want you
to go either
desperate for seduction
a respite
from this monotone tapping
collision course
Oh my. I think i said too much. I can be quite careless, sparked by passion. Lit by a struck match and ignited by fuel. Kaboom! I have definitely gone off in too many directions.
Without giving away every secret attraction, i best quit while ahead of myself… wait for my senses to catch up.
No worries though. i am rolling towards a cool breeze to sit near the waves. Settle this sizzle. i need to cool off. Lava easily burns. No need to hurt myself or others.
i will find my footing and self-discipline. Discover where i want this blog to go.
What life holds in the cradle of birth waits in the depths of dark…
J💜🕊🎶🎶🎶
sparks
you came
and burned out
Quick! i was
only too happy
now i
mope around
possession
you
have something
i cannot have
in my foolishness -maybe
i will leave all this
behind
sorrow
i want to talk
write you -dream
no need to make waves
you asked me to leave
i can’t give you
what you need
sparks left behind
burning hotter
your flames smother
this cold, cold heart
going down
you never seen me dance
the sway of my hips
whet your lips
the dry sorrow you protect
the pride i carry
wears us down
and if circumstances -change
baby, on the dance floor
i’ll be found
