Pilot Light

the flame at my core
this passion for you
sometimes flickers, sizzles and sparks

yet grows all the more
as flames tend to do
and lights up the limitless dark

you left me quite sore
red flared into blue
internally bruising my heart

but blue flames endure
they burn slow and true
and wait to reignite, restart


Written: May 5, 2017
Emphasis on the “ig” when pronouncing the word “reignite”.

The Largest Lie

no love lasts forever
that’s the largest lie there is
though you feel it in your…
it’s just oxytocin bliss

just can’t quite remember
oh, so long ago, that kiss
you wanted nothing more
no one else’s love, just his

but time jumped—there to here
now he’s someone you don’t miss
no love lasts forever
that’s the largest lie there is


Written: 5-4-2017 at 1:00am

Cloudscapes

at least I get to see you
in the cloudscapes of my dreams

and it may as well be real
’til my eyes the sunshine beams

our one way conversation
on my blog you’ll never read

keeps me sanguine and serene
while I sit and sip my tea

still by my side—as I walk
past the arboretum trees

you join me in reflection
questioning my sanity

though your warmth is hard to find
as I drift down sleep’s sweet stream

at least I’ll get to see you
in the cloudscapes of my dreams


Written: January 13, 2017
Have I gone too far? Am I too far gone?

Civility

this is the hand
that use to hold her
this is the hand
that once felt her warmth

though I’ve still got my grip
I’m feeling more stripped
of my dignity
than ever before

this is the hand
that use to hold her
this is the hand
that lost this cold war

as my soul starts to rip
we shake hands (not fists)
with civility
why, what else? of course


Written: In those dark days between Christmas and the new year, 2016

How Thin Of An Apple

how thick is the crust of the Earth?
how thin of an apple is red?
it’s surprising to find
such simple questions behind
the cobwebs that clutter my head

how many heartbeats since my birth?
how many more breaths ’til I’m dead?
and just how many times
will I close both of my eyes
rejecting such questions of dread?


Written: December 20, 2016
Dedicated to Carl Sagan, who died on this day in 1996.

Hammock Day Dream (Delusion)

I can’t wait to lay on a hammock with you
in the future, when we’ve both got nothin’ to do

we’ll swing back and forth as we reminisce
(since the first time we hammocked was the first time we kissed)

yes—sun through the treetops, grass covered in dew
I’ll be laying on a hammock, in the future, with you


Written: December 17, 2016