Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
If I had to say anything, anything at all about her eyes, I'd say they were the moss' reflection in the lake. And as I stand on the bank dizzy under the quiet stream of her gaze, I know her father is waiting for us at home. I wonder, if pinned beneath a sheet of thin glass, would the color of her eyes and her lips stay true, like the monarch frozen forever in my study?
Monday, March 28, 2011
There has never been one day of peace. We are not at harmony with our lives. You've been violent, I've been hostile. We are not healed or equal. Our world is strife and loss.
All we are is love--a melody, sadly sweet with just the right touch of hope. You've been kind, caring, my lover and myself. We are together in all we walk through. Our world is love and abundance.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
We, meaning you and I, seem to have difficulty lining up. We say we want the same things--a bridge to each others heart, and yet we spend more time in dischord than harmony--will we ever align our wills under one flag, our roads under one direction, our gaze under one star?
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Imagine a maze around you, an intricate space of passages opening and closing, a thousand different walkways leading to millions of connections, a life after life after life, and you can't see it. Like a party, held by hostile strangers two floors above you, you're uninvited, and unwanted, but you have to come in--you're the guest of honor.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
It's not a bad thing to want solitude. To crave a door against my back, a lock between my sight. There's a universe to think about, a world of past to digest, a cool garden of life on this edge of regret. As soon as you walk away, I'll turn the lights off and fade into the carpeting.
Monday, March 21, 2011
I'd been told before to never put down my batt, that hardball was a game rooted in my being, and I followed that advice. If I had an opinion I gave it--even if it was a 3 and 0 pitch that I should have ignored. But I've suffered for my love of that game, for deep down I'm a coward, a single A child fearful of the actions his outer adult takes, and I can't stop him from swinging for the fences every chance he gets.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
How lucky am I that a threatening grey sky awaits you at home, that a cold ocean breeze will offset the warmth of my arms? There is nothing better than the kiss of a late winters reluctant death for a man whose woman struggles to see the safety in his love.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Eyes closed. Freeway close cars intimidating my vehicle to stay in lane. I imagined myself filling the inside of your body. Spirit meshed with spirit, encased within your shell. Your soft faith sprayed hand reaches down and lays on our thigh. A duo of narcissists making love to ourself.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
It's not as if this day hasn't happened a trillion times before. "What is that you say? We're unique, we're growing, changing every second." No, really we're not. We have always been as we are, and as we will be.