The End

In the end, when you
are gone anyway, the pain
of truth would hurt less.

Poetry my music

Play my heart strings.
Strum the words
from my soul.

Cry with me.
Make me brave.
Dance with me
along the shore.
Your music is such comfort
as another's arms would be.
No other knows what I know,
save for thee.

Faith

the First step is taken in Faith,
with my hands outstretched, eyes closed and face to the heavens
then silence...
Falling, I begin to wonder if the second may never Come.

If the step is real
Seconds turn to hours and minutes to years waiting to feel the ground
I pray for wings
I seem to fall faster
My life does not flash before my eyes
only my regrets
Opening my eyes I timidly stare at my fate
Is that my destiny?
Believed in the wrong things all my life?
Well, I made my choice. can't turn back
I take comfort knowing I stayed true to myself, my convictions
A burden lifted
And I welcome my fate with open arms
I anticipate the light engulfing my entire being
and my sole finds the second step

Missing You

I write, I write and I write
No words appear on paper.
Branches on trees sway
Offering their leaves,

They fall, and falling
Bridge this nameless silence
Echoing between
Your lips and mine.

Silence

when words die. when hearts
stop beating. when souls depart.
Silence takes life's place

Nothing

You are nothing
but sentences in a poem
words dug out
from graves.

You are nothing
but a few lines
late in the night
that any day
will blot out.

You are nothing
but stanzas
in the dark
that
no one reads.

Tomorrow in the Sunlight
the words
will be erased
your name
will vanish
you will be
no more.

Tomorrow,
I create a new language
tomorrow,
you are
something
of the past...

Resist

I resist you
o'pen
I fear your ink
I fear the way you pour 
yourself on virginal pages
I fear the contamination 
of your words
I fear your sting
your poison
the venom
soaked up
by innocent brides
in white gowns...


I resist you 
o' pen.


My fingers reach out
timidly 
in your direction
I hold back
paralyzed by unseen
critics


I reach out to you
but the door of my heart
slams in your direction
a shutting bang
in the face
of an outsider
of a foreigner
a door to door 
merchant 
of words...


I resist you
o' pen
I resist myself
in the battle of wills
will you or I 
win ?

Beauty

Can you hear beauty?
Listening to you laugh.
That's hearing beauty.

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the first time I saw
your eyes, your dark brown eyes, I
fell into beauty.