29 April 2007

Poem 4

Fingers slide
Whimper, a cry
Wet, slick.
Try to speak
Throat dry.
Closed,
no words come.
Lay there helpless
Afraid.
Questions running
through the head.
Feels so good,
but it's so wrong.
Can't tell anyone.
No. No. Stop.
Please.
Stop.
It hurts.
No more!

25 April 2007

Poem 3

They lie together,
there in the bed.
A wind, soft breeze, blowing in,
cooling sweat soaked bodies.
Afterglow of romance.
Soft whispers and promises,
these two make to one another.
Fingers and minds drift,
Once more,
they come together.
Yin and yang.
Perfect.
Complete.
Whole.

24 April 2007

Tick Tock

Tick
Tock...
Tick
Tock...
Hands move round,
Seconds.
Minutes.
Hours.
Time passes...
Tick
Tock...
Tick
Tock...
A glance,
glimmer of a smile.
Hands move round,
Seconds.
Minutes.
Hours.
Time passes...
Tick
Tock...
Tick
Tock...
A hand reaches out,
Takes the other.
Tick
Tock...
Tick
Tock...
Hands move round,
Seconds.
Minutes.
Hours.
Time passes...
The lights flicker, dim, go out,
A sigh.
Breathless satisfaction...
Tick
Tock...
Tick
Tock...
Seconds.
Minutes.
Hours.
Hands move round.

23 April 2007

Poem 2

Wind, cool, calm
Scattering leaves in every direction.
Nature sings in early morning hour...
From the smallest insect to the crowing bird,
it sings its own litany.
Wanderer, sits silently, closing eyes,
experiencing the sounds of early morning hour.
Time passes slowly around.
The wanderer does not mind.
For even while time passes,
nature sill sings the early morning song.

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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, opening the self to the world and listening is the greatest experience of all. When you learn to listen, you begin to know and you begin to understand not only the world but yourself as well.

21 April 2007

Poem 1

Dark Night,
Birds sing a lonely song
A lament to the lost and
wandering.
The wind shakes the tree limbs.
The moon watches,
silent and still.
The night is always still.
Hold on,
Always holding on.
Long lost lament...

The wanderer and bird are one and the same.

09 April 2007

Life

Life is short. To short sometimes and more often then not we lose sight of what's truly in front of us. We take for granted all the little things that mean so much. It's hard not to do it in this day and age. All of us are in a hurry going from place to place. We want instantaneous results, we don't want to have to wait for anything. Little patience and even littler time. It's sad really how we forget to enjoy the world and those around us, sad how we forget the people we meet, the impact they make on us and the impact they make on the world, little do they realize just how important they are, little do we realize how important we are. That we're all meant for something greater then whatever it is we're doing presently and yet we fail to see it. Fail to see life for what it is, the blessings it brings, the mysteries, the joy, and the pain it brings and how it's always there to teach us a lesson if we're ready and willing to listen. Surrounding us, comforting us, making it seem like things are better then what they are before life is truly over. It's funny how life works. You think someone will be there for you, forever and then you wake up and realize they're gone and all you're left with is an ache, a hollow empty ache within the core of your spirit and you want the ache to subside, to go away, and it doesn't ever leave you. But, you go on and you move forward, living the life you've always lived, instantaneous results and all.

--Slow down, breathe, reflect, wonder at the little things. You'd be surprised at all you are missing..--