Category Archives: Misc Speaking

anything not poetry or politics… or if I am in a terribly indecisive mood. :)

The year is ending

The year is ending.
Slowly days replay and readjust their meaning
into shadows of better and worse self.
I try to reject the possibilities
of my own wrong doing,
and yet, know
I shall repeat them if I do.
.
(Chorus)
What to do?
Who shall I be?
Have I truly forgiven?
Have I been forgiven?
Is compassion real?
Does anyone hear… me?
Can I change?
Will I ?
And you…  You in the mirror.  You who the prayer is for.
You who I have struggled to give name to.
You who keeps me up at night.
You who has laughed at my weakness.
You who has grieved with the only tears I ee.
You who has tried to forget…
tried to forget.
Oh how I have tried to forget.
And in my forgetting, I cast shadows.
 
And now I sit with the rain tapping on the window of a broken life.
Bright pieces still cherished by those who know and believe.
Cellophane tape sticking out of corners and begging
in one way or another for forgiveness of sins
realized, intended and not intended. 
Suffering with clarity, the life I have made.
What is this life I have made?
(chorus)

Woke up 

Woke up this morning

crying again

Wish I could call back 

every simple sin

Leaving my heart to break

And seep into cracks in the floor. 
Oooo

Saw you yesterday

Tried to stay away

Lingering scent left me a wreck
Said you can’t compete

Can’t touch me cuz of he

Left the imprint of your kiss behind

But I’m fiiiiiiine
[What will it take? (What will it take?)

To end this costly war (what’s it all for) 

Land mines in my soul (never let you go)

There’s no where else to go

No

I really must let you go

I really must let go]

In my dream I fled

To where darkness was instead

Slipping razor through the bend
Sharp hints of it will end 

Wishing you were near

So I could let go of this fear
But only ghosts live here

Only ghosts live here 

anymore
I woke up this morning

Crying again

Trying to forget 

My sin ….

Twighlight

I wonder if the stars get anxious

When the sun begins to crest

The edge of a world sleeping?

The moon of course is always touched

And on occasion visits her brother

But the star with no name

Save an account in some ancient book

Has no quarter but with darkness. 

Who notices her shimmer?

Who counts the moments she strives to shine? 

And should she weep, would even the sisters give comfort?

In briefest moments, she gives light and takes care of a wish drifting by

But twilight comes, as the celestial perfection emerges

So, I wonder, do the stars grow anxious

As do I?

Clouds and puzzle pieces

Clouds float where I long to be

where angels tread and secrets breathe

Sky painted blue, not for me, maybe you

and if I could just grow wings

I would sail above the froth an’ fro of

all these crazy pieces

– red shards of hope

feathered tethered and bare

like little glass pieces

not finding their way home

and no where

to go.

 

Cast Aside

Shadows linger on the places we use to lay

wrinkled sheets bend to the cold now

replacing a once longed for heat

and there is nothing left to cast aside

just ghosts lingering

 

Lighting upon the window

the dust of broken hearts

settle in for the long winter ahead

and there is nothing left to cast aside

just ghosts lingering

here blind

and I am fine….

 

 I catch my breath

and breathe

just like I use to be

only me

cast aside the days past

and breathe

just like we use to be

only me

cast aside the door closes

on might and should be

 

So yes, shadows linger on the places we use to lay

wrinkled sheets bend to the cold now

replacing a once longed for heat

and there is nothing left to cast aside

just ghosts lingering

here

blind

 

 

 

Old Journal Entries

Pages of past musings

flutter by, dusted with age

old posts long since

devoid of inhabitants

speaking out the emptiness

a tale retold.

Days drift without visiting

I, passing quietly,

reflect distracted on the weather

momentary minutes of

an every day.

But still it sits there

waiting

for ink to color the rest of its

blatantly empty pages.

That when finally I scale its walls

enter into its domain

all I can write is

Here I am again.