It Is

Breathing New Life Into…It is

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It is,

The whisper of your voice,

The gleam in your eye,

The smile that cuts across your face,

The way you toss your dark brown hair,

The tenderness of your lips,

The passion of your kiss,

The way you move your hips,

The softness of your skin,

The touch of your fingertips,

The warmth of your embrace,

The sound of your heart beating next to mine,

The feeling I get when you are in my arms,

The totality of what makes me complete.

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I Hear Black

Too much is never enough
Always wanting more
Who is wrong?
When everyone thinks they’re right
Let’s all pray to God
See who He answers first
Blinded by lies
Calls of
”Freedom”
“Allah”
“Decency”

Tsk, tsk
What one feels in their heart
Determines what is right
So many lines drawn
Each side willing to die
Freedom of religion
No freedom of mine

Beauty
In the mind’s eye
Life through our own prism
Tells us we are right
Guides by voices
Somewhere in the night

Ah, but I have spent a lifetime
Others not willing to listen to my song
Laugh in contempt
Tell me reasons I am wrong
For me, an island
Left alone to play

Pickup your gun
Bring your God
Bring your bomb
Meet me at the finish line
You’ll see what you have done

Dance my children
Go to play
I hear black
Satan will say
Choose who is right
None of it matters anymore
Breath your last breath
I’ve opened Hell’s Door
For here all of you will stay
In flames, you will perish tonight.

Painting by Hugh Syme

In Ruins

I often wonder what was more foolish – we built something on cracked joists and broken beams with expectation of strength or created a façade of beauty to hide away the ugliness inside.

Only specters remain of what would have been. A forgotten time – a forgotten place built on the promise of potential. Cracks in the foundation only wilt under pressure and strain – imploding on one’s self. We laid waste to our hopes and dreams only to reveal the decay and untold truth inside.

Desolate reminders that everything has its time and its place and nothing lasts forever, only snap shots of memories captured in time.

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Open No More

All through my life

Reached out my hand

Bared my soul

Only to be told

It made me less of a man.

 

Insecurity

Lack of self control

Deflection

My penance

Fury you couldn’t command.

 

Don’t reach for my hand

Just like the door

What was once open

No more

Time to take a stand.

 

Red balloon

We all float down here

Time to face your fears

Got exactly what you wanted

Ah, sweet irony – isn’t life grand?

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Hush, Hush, My Darling

Hush, hush, my darling

Spare your breath

Save your words

What you want to say

I’ve always known

 

Hush, hush, my darling

Close your eyes

Rest your worried mind

Soothe your troubled soul

Time for pain now comes to a close

 

Hush, hush, my darling

I’ve got your hand

You are in my heart

Here I will keep you

But now I have to let you go.

 

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