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Just a Blink In Time With You
I seldom take the time to tell you
How I truly feel inside.
How I couldn't live without you
How you make me feel alive.
Running out the door to work
Stolen kisses, soft and sweet
Work, then home, then off to dreamland
The next day lather, rinse, repeat
All you need is just a moment
a fraction of my busy day
To dance to an unsung love song
To turn and swing, to move and sway
Turning off my favorite show
to sit and talk of future plans
Put the toilet seat back down
(and don't forget to wash your hands)
To do the dishes after supper
And then to dry the pots and pans
All the ways to say "I love you"
With just a smile, a wink, a glance
Holding hands beneath the table
To promise that to you I'm true
I find that all I've ever wanted
is just a blink in time with you.
Sense of Purpose
Whirling, twirling, dizzy
Goals, hopes, aspirations
fly past me in a dizzying
dance of dreams...
I see them all at once
through eyelids cracked
from squeezing them shut so tight...
Try to grab them all
but hands come back hollow
as dreams/life passes me by...
Pick one, stalk...wait...
Strike at a dream, grab it, hold it
Razor edge cuts me to the bone...
Release back to the swirling storm
from which it came...
Scarlet drops of shattered dreams flow...
Hang my head, beat my chest
scream in silent agony at everything/nothing
Begging for just a moment of peace...silence...
Purpose...but finding none.
Walking, stumbling, crawling, falling...
Demons diving at my ears
I hear tormented screams of pain...
(from them or me?)
Searching for that fabled place of peace...
Where all of life's troubles
warp and stretch and fade around me
until I stand alone in my world of shadows...
(or are they demons?)
Arms held high, eyes shut tight, tremble...
Fists clenched so tight scarlet rivlets
carve small canyons in the dust that is my flesh
as each drop falls screaming to the ground
(or is it the sky?)
Constantly dodging demon's fiery breath
the smell of ozone and searing flesh
mercilessly batters my senses
and I feel myself fallllllllllllllllllllllllll.....
(or am I flying?)
The screams stop
the blood dries
the pain relinquishes its iron grip on my soul.
I open my eyes and look at myself
No longer burnt
No longer tormented
No longer myself.....but more.
Close my eyes, stand on my feet
Arms held high, ey
Mirrors/eyes are the windows
to our souls...
Allowing others to see
Staring at myself I see all
my faults, all my shortcomings.
Every broken heart
Every bleeding wound lays
open before the all seeing eye
that is not an eye at all.
Side by side with myself
we stare at our reflections...
which is illusion and which reality?
I reach to touch this stranger
in my skin as he reaches for me.
I look to the left, he looks right.
My exact opposite in every way
he is everything I wish I was not
but sometimes long to be.
Scarred, leather skinned, armor plated.
Eyes hard from battles won and lost.
Tall, muscular, with an air that commands attention.
I pull away (so does he)
and smile as I turn and walk away.
He never cares if I am on time or not.
Never cares that I havent brushed my teeth yet.
Never cares that I didnt get an A on that last test.
Never cares that I dress like a freak.
All he cares about is that I come
and visit every once a while.
So I stare into the
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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