Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Letting Down a Friend

I couldn't say what I wanted to say
Instead I let you walk away
The irritation was in your voice
I guess I must have made the wrong choice

But how I say it matters to me
because you matter, don't you see
I'm trying to extract foot from mouth
but fear our friendship may have gone South

It started with a phonecall from Ouray
When I didn't say what I wanted to say

Crusade

This one has been stewing for a few hours now. It think I'm happy with it, and it's dedicated to anyone that's had to stiffen their upper lip.

*****

I have another shadow that no one wants to see.
It hides inside the darkness, just waiting there for me
to lower my guard and take down my wall,
that it may trip me up, make me stumble. Fall.
Speaking to me inside dream and nightmare
asking dark questions  and laying me bare,
this shadow is tenacious and attacks all my sense.
The burden it casts upon me is immense.
An angel took my hand, a lovely bringer of the light
But her wings, they were not strong enough, and she could not take flight.
"I'm sorry," she said, fleeing, and left me alone
to battle the shadow, once more, on my own.
"No matter," I said, as I willed myself strong.
"I could use the mental workout. It's been my fight all along."
The war has always been there, with its clamor and din.
It's been raging for ages, and it's one I will win.

Dreams Take Flight

It's been awhile.

*****

I want someone to hold
A heart to kiss my soul
A hand to grasp mine tightly
To keep it warm. Daily. Nightly.
I'm good with being on my own
But it'd be nice to have a home
and someone I can come home to.
And I'm left wondering if it might be you.

*****

Oranges, reds, and violets paint the sky
The clouds roll in, then pass me by
A single star it twinkles there
Alone, I'm waiting in the cold, cold air.
Take my hand and come with me.
Open my heart and help me to see,
all the colors of the quiet night,
and join me as our dreams take flight.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Walls

Author's note: I'm not sure I like this one. Then again, my page does say there will be mixed results. Feel free to let me know what you think.

*****

Walls of stone protected
Safe from being rejected
Impenetrable was the fortress
Impervious to harm

Walls of stone came down
Against the wishes of the crown
Exposed to great duress
Willingly disarmed

Walls are broken now
The king's head slowly bows
His subjects are a mess
He failed them in this test

Friday, January 4, 2013

Like It

Author's note: I wrote the following awhile ago in the field, after meeting someone whose company I greatly enjoy. After much thought, and letting the little voice have its say, I decided to tell it to shut its yap and let me enjoy this feeling that I thought was gone.

Sometimes, I hate to say, it pays to listen to the little voice. Still, I think it was worth it. And at least I'll always have my old muse.

*****

My heart skips a beat when you are near and my pulse races. I feel my skin grow warm in your presence and I hear myself think, "Is this something new?"

And then "he" reminds me. The voice that knows me best. It reminds me of who I am and what is meant to be.

"No," he says. "No."

It is simple and painful, but it's the truth. And while I feel elation, deep down in my heart, I know that the voice is right.

I am not meant for this. I am not deserving of some of life's little joys: the smell of sweet hair, the touch of a soft hand, the warmth of lips that match up with mine.

I will be alone.

And I will learn to like it.