Category: Poetry

You can leave it on the table or leave it at the altar. It’s your choice. Your decisions, what you’ve cultivated, can be up for grabs or up for refinement. You can leave it to be discarded or recharged. Either way you did it. You live with where you left it. So much in my life has been discarded. Left for ruin or left for who ever would pick it up. Maybe it wasn’t right that I left it there. Maybe there was potential in the work that had been done. But I let it go. Thinking that leaving it…

YOU-YOU-YOU Can’t wait to meet YOU I don’t know YOU but I feel like I do. Elusive is what I’d like to call YOU Hell…I’d just like to call YOU in general… to hear that deep raspy voice over the phone. YOU’d say something silly and I’d laugh followed by something very intense, then I would smile then YOU’d finish with something romantic which would leave me looking at my watch calculating when we would see each other again. I can’t wait to meet YOU. I can’t wait to see YOU. Broad shoulders and big hands. It’s funny because I…

If these lyrics can write what my heart feels how can I keep singing/ How can I belt love so true to my soul’s being, waiting for you to find strength/ hoping that tomorrow comes today, that life takes my breath away until I find my being. me and you, just a bit closer than before/ never change, never remain the same. If the lyrics can write what my hear feels how can I keep singing/ I can’t shorten the words to describe the joy that I find in your being/ A mystery to search out. I can’t deny this…

pushed into a corner you have 90degres which is only a quarter of the puzzle, but somehow the last option and we’re not even talking spheres. Let me take you to a new dimension. If fear is failure its only the beginning a perpetual cycle never ending getting a little closer to the beginning of that journey. If we’re supposed to enjoy the journey when we’re always making maps, what’s the path? The road less traveled by has still had passengers defined more so by what they are walking toward. Let’s be real, ‘nothing new under the sun’ just means…

how could I be the only one after all this time the only one, no one like mine strange but true destiny comes depicting life but I’m the only one strange but true my soul seeks unspoken words my soul keeps but I’m the only one I’ll see this to the end somewhere in between it might blend and I’ll find the same kind a presence divine, in kind a gift of likeness surrounded in a cloud of love and I’ll be sure I’m not alone destined for symmetry destined for love where I find I’m not the only one. Marinate or…