poem

riptide

mind awash with what might have been
what will be
what might be
is all
ripped
tied
and ruined

‘f

‘f you gaze at the stars’ cosmic patterns

‘f you hear the crash of the waves from the other side of the sea

‘f you sing a melody into the air tonight, will you hear the sound of my voice

‘f i sing in cosmic harmony?

Survival

In the face of what is to come
Signs written in the clouds
Of happiness and harmony
The imprint of a God who cares

In the rain of our existence
A rainbow grows on the horizon
Arching our thoughts to heights of hope
And placing in our pockets the jest of gold

From the sunshine that presses
Against the faces of young and old alike
Comes the knowledge that we remain here
Even after the storm

Let spirits comfort
Let the Angels sing
Let the God who cares
Rest his hand gently upon the hearts of we who remain

L.G.H. January 25, 2005

Angel

“Your ghost haunts me, like a shadow in the night.

“For the things I couldn’t do for You, for the warnings I tried to give You,

“and the signs You missed…

“I wanted to scream out!

“I wanted to touch You,

“But You couldn’t feel me there by Your side, aching,

“aching to convey the message.

“I could hear You calling. I could hear Your breath, ragged and painful.

“I wanted to comfort You but,

“try as I might, You couldn’t feel me.”

“Now I sit in the dark, trying to make sense of it all.

“I miss You. I miss Your presence.

“I am Your Angel.

“Always by Your side.

“Your ghost, it haunts me,

“You should be alive.”

stasis

nights
when i cant be bothered
to capitalize or apostrophize
i just wantwish
to be curled up on the couch
in your arms once again
going down
for hours
to sleep beside your faithful snores
your heat
and to wake to the pulsing
of the alarm
rocking
out the 69s
and 70s
and then
youre gone once again
leaving behind your scent
and me
without as much as an apostrophe
or a care to pinky a shift

puzz le

we appear the same, you and me
both have eyes and hands
and feet with which to walk away

but in truth we are opposite
diametric yin and yang
magnetic

a jigsaw
compelled to
complete itself

Open

Talk to me. Tell me all you have to give. Intone your desires. Spew your needs. And then,

present your very self. Your soul.

Gesture your heart.

For the sake of love.

To me.

For what is the alternative?

It is the personification

of nothing.

Erectile Disfunction, The Limerick

There once was a man called ED
Who got it into his head,
It was time for a change
And so he exchanged
His ED for a handful of meds

Edited. Originally posted in the comments on this article: http://aopinionatedman.com/2014/08/26/i-give-up-2/

SoCS – Taste of Time

Left to my own devices
I slather my time
in colours of fruit:
cerise and orange, blueberry and golden delicious
on the walls
of my imagination
and then
I close my eyes
and taste what I have written.

This post is part of SoCS: http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/08/15/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-august-1614/