Tag: poetry

speak to me

Something about the way

the sway of your voice lulls my wounds to sleep

Something in the things you say

Makes my broken heart released

The sigh of relief held in

Not knowing whether id sink or swim

atop ripping curls

So instead, I rest and allow myself to float

And hold onto your every note

The pentameter of wisdom

Smoothing loose paths

Telling my heart to hold fast

To hope, to love, and to be loved again

To find in you, a homie, lover and friend

So speak to me and let your actions be heard

And let my heart repeat, til I believe those words

goodnight moon 🌙

on a day like today I long for you

to hold me in your arms

Moon looks down from afar

Nights sky pulls over me

blanketing pain and assuaging fears

while whispering dreams you wipe my tears

In the crook of your neck

Nuzzling and cuddling

Soothing the creases and crumbling

Tumbling under you

Rolling onto you

riding the rippling waves of this tide

upon a skiff my cares float by

wind tossed and waters flow

with gasping sighs and deep moans

taking me up, up, up

all around you

tightening, breathing the current ensues

pulling you deep, deep, deep

into my sea, soaking and wet

goodnight moon

may I drift into this rest

the greatest of these

The frustrating thing about being

in this space place and time, I’m seeing

Is feeling offbeat missing words to the rhyme

or reason. but no matter the season

I will always believe in

the depth, height, and width of love.

Because it conquers all, it forgives much

and never loses touch

of the divinity of humanity.

Storge, philia*, eros, and agape

and one day it will roll and rock me.

On its waves I will drift

with a lover who is willing

to do the work it takes for healing

the trauma from the drama

of this human experience

and to realize that it was all an experiment.

The variables of fear and the constant of love,

the dark night of the soul,

the whole from which we’ve dug,

out of and into a new reality

where we are we and can simply just be.

Let’s hold hands and proceed on this journey.

Who knows how much time we have?

Let us eat, drink and be glad.

Surpass the frivolities of all the animosity.

Bypass the petty disputes of blind men seeking an excuse,

to do the harm they do without remorse and vain pursuits.

Excuse me,

can we have this dance?

Get our backs up off the wall and write our own romance?

One that will never be believed

and when they finally look up to see

abundance will be our receipts.

We’ve cashed out.

So pack light my love

we know this is enough

Because love conquers all,

we are too lifted to ever fall.

*philia is one of the four ancient Greek words for love: philia, storge, agape and eros. In Aristotle’s Nicomachean Ethics, philia is usually translated as “friendship” or affection. The complete opposite is called a phobia.

mister write

had to stop, park and write this to you

Before all that I learned became old news

Burning away the dross and finding the gold

Of knowing you, what a treasure to behold

It is and was your insight

Your wisdom that drew me in

And like a thief in the night

I was captured by your pen

Soliloquy of gratitude

And the value of self worth

Had me loving myself all the more

etching ointment on what hurts

Your penmanship, a well placed accent

accentuated your smile, the Psalms of Ascents

hope amidst oppression and all we have endured

a longing to return to love

future peace and prosperity assured

If you would hear me,

I’d tell you your words

are sharp like the

tack you lack

When pierced with fear,

or sensing insecurity’s near

had me stumbling and bumbling over words that should come easy

adjectives that made my heart burn

with anger, fear and sadness

exposing old wounds underwritten by past shit

If you could see me and the softness of my face

words written of me, would be quickly erased

This one is on me

Felt like I had to pretend

That within this shell

wasn’t a heart that would bend

Break and fold under a strong hand

Compromise. All that I am.

With just a word, smirk, or tone of voice

It could be you if I had the choice

that familiar place all brought me to

Made me realize that it wasn’t you

could be too late to end as friends

Because it’s fate, this is how it ends?

Outlined in the beginning

this would be bad, thought you were kidding

mister write, you could never be wrong

because I see in you all the ways you are strong

the capacity for love and gentleness

while serenading loved ones phrasing a caress

tell you all the ways your beautiful

no need to convince

This inks almost dry

honored to experience your presence

sure thing

what if I can’t stay?

what if there was nothing you could say?

because I know where it ends,

even before we could begin.

but I wanted to hold you

have something to cherish

and be held in return

even if it’s only for a turn

maybe with someone who spins the block

just to see what they dropped

and whether or not they’d get clocked

when I say go, you say stop

maybe you are all that I say I am

clothed with a different face?

now you’re the one I wanted then

and I simply can’t pretend

like I showed you myself and all my flaws

and you decided it was your heart you would guard

and that’s OK we do what we can do

i gave you your space, and let it do what it do

maybe what we had was a sure thing

on yesterday’s plane