Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Collide

where is there room to doubt
when in purity of heart and soul
two bodies collide, separate, fragment
then in each other become whole

for a mind knows it's equal
and a soul discerns it's twin
the eyes seek a well of understanding
the hands forge a new beginning

clasped together or simply resting
his hand on her leg, her hand
on his hand softly, simply resting

It's the abscence of phrases
the abscence of sound
when two know each other
their essences fully surround

A comfort in knowing she knows
all that is within me all that I hold
A comfort in knowing that I know
all that is within her all that she holds

A strength that is born
of the intimacy of the hearts
that empowers a man
to run to where the horizon starts

where is there room to doubt
when in purity of heart and soul
two bodies collide, separate, fragment
then in each other become whole

Thursday, March 22, 2007

this I recovered from the archives

you dream of life
I will dream of death
the deepening cleft
on the surface of my heart
from which I was bereft
of love and filled with hate
a hate which i have yet to escape
dream, I dare not, ignore I do
the past for I wish to destroy
any evidence of the truth
that what I had was real
or was it all a dream,
wonderful nightmare
I prefer to walk in the clouds
relax in a chair above all cares
above the green grass below
watching this small world spin so slow

Sunday, March 18, 2007

it's in the mountains of above
where we went to look for love
the steeples climbing high
jagged cliffs from which to fly
a forest of green lining a waterfall
the storm clouds chasing in above it all

you in your white dress
I in my blue jeans
oh I remember you were laughing
I knew that this was it
oh I remember you were laughing
at the raindrops falling, on my face

so we ran lept from the waterfall
off the end of the world in each others arms
shooting across the sky like a comet
past every planet, pluto you're still a planet
if you take this hand
and swing us around
back to earth where we will land
in the soft grass, the air carrying
the scent of rain to our bodies
and you were smiling, you were smiling
a smile that caught me by surprise
for it was then I realized
that your smile was handcrafted for my eyes
that these two lives were formed to coincide

what is it?

it's not the dance
but the feeling right before it
the tingling in the skin
right before the waltz begins

it's not quite love
but the sensation in the air
as your hearts gates opening
show each a new beginning

it's not your smile
but your eyes right before it
as they begin laughing
before your laugter's singing

it's not your beauty
but you sweep these feet off the ground
it is that you make this troubled boy a man
and you make this man a boy with a wave of your hand

it's not that I miss you
but that you're not here to hold
when my outline on the wall
becomes faded and I feel less than tall

it is that I love you
for all that is in you
for the strength the weakness
the depression your sadness

when troubles surround you
i wish to be there
as your shoulder to cry on
i will always care

for no man can harm you
or change what God's done
his perfection is what I'm in love with
you are the diamond still unsung
but only to those who look without eyes
for those who can see, fall in love with your eyes

Friday, March 16, 2007

we can make it out tonight
everything will be alright
just take my hand and walk
under this cloudy skied moonlight

you have tears that need to fall
I know that I can catch them all
all I want is to hold you
in the dark times
when light is fading
on happier times

we can make it out tonight
everything will be alright
just take my hand and walk
under this cloudy skied moonlight

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Is it the object, the objective
or simply objectively failing
from your viewpoint,
that is intestinally terrifying
to the point of freezing
this heart made of stone.
to the point of squeezing
blue blood from these veins

trying to fail or failing to try
in this forest of clearings
where I perceive only trees.
isn't the answer but merely
the idea of chasing falling leaves
until they have all reached the ground
and two years has passed into sound