Amazing

Sitting in ever a home as I ever had
With ever a love as I ever knew.
Smiling heart wide as ever could
Living bright as heaven can.
I know the things that people know
Once they've grown,
Once they're old.
I know your heart and you know mine
We'll keep eachother safe through time.

Comfort and joy, light and love.
A thousand thoughts a thousand miles an hour
Grief and not a little sorrow fly hand in hand with wonder
With grace
With gratitude.
Truly smiling
Eyes singing and arms high
I could fly tonight.
I have cried and I will do more
But I'm lifted up and carried home
By the hand that heals me
That comforts me
That brings me out of darkness
'I was lost and now am found.
Was blind, but now I see.'

Tick-Tock.

Strange, how fast things change.
Always reserved the right to change my mind.
Never say never
Say never
Not ever.
Somehow this sudden dream so close I can touch it
Hold it in my hand before it flies away.
Little butterfly, in your pink and yellow shifting hues
I don't remember, just
Don't remember ever knowing this before.
Someday I always said
Someday I'd wake up and I would know that this was it.
So forget running on principle,
Run eyes closed instead.
Eyes closed and heart open wide,
This leap of faith ain't so far, after all.

Travel blog

Shuffled my travel blogs over to mad-abandon.blogspot.com. Melodramatic poetry will remain here. Carry on...

Photo graphic.

Tiny painted dolls,
I flip through a gallery of the dead
Out of curiosity, of morbid fascination
With how death's wings brush on a white sheen
Mottled canvas, but each one with its
Sculpted lips in perfect Shiseido red.
Little polished fingertips
Clownish, I think.
Rude, even.
That this strange and tragic thing
Should be hand-drawn in crayon,
In magic marker.

Dis. Appoint.

And is it you who set me up,
Or I who lets it all fall?
Finding little snares and bear-toothed traps along the way
Some set free and some
Catch hold, all the same
And now that I have this information
The question is, as always,
Can I put it to good use,
or will it string me up once more?
Leaving me with my shame
and you with your disappointment
Again,
and again,
and again.

Don't expect much of me, I said.
Cause if you do, I'll fail you.
Every.
Single.
Time.

Coffee.

Sitting in a small coffee shop
I sit, waiting for a friend
Waiting for the sunlight to be just right.
Rearranging the pieces of my world scattered about on this
Scarred tabletop
I can put them together, today
I have most of my puzzle-shaped bits
And some of them even fit.

I have always.

Two steps forward
Three steps back
Fourth step sideways and
Throw it all away
It just takes one bad day
One wrong move
One.
Too.
Many.
Nothing to say, nothing that
Could ever help but that
I know.
More than any of us should,
I know.
And while it would be more awful than anything I could imagine,
While my every day would be darker, the whole world lose a layer of meaning that I would never get back.
Despite all of that,
I would understand.
God knows how I would understand.