Poetry_In_her_eyes

  Oh how gleefully we douse fire in gasoline bathing in flames We were hungry ravenous as fire's greed letting the blaze consume us with fevered dreams we forgot the cost shifting through the embers still warm from so much lust We tried and gave our all in the end gave too much we couldn't save each other couldn't save ourselves Fighting fate and a plethora of scars the damage too long hidden We never knew the toll building our lives with lust and fire but ashes never burn back to love

  The unbearable softness of lightning the caress of shattering light breathing fire and brittle air tasting ozone with our souls I sensed what was coming a primal fear an omen of doom of a spirit tightly coiled eyes peering from the storm to turn back from anger burn down the words the cuts too deep our eyes too full of clouds fire from our hearts seeking each other's throats reveling in the pain our world full of chaos and ruin that I might hold once more the unbearable softness of lightning

  I am not small! Screams the amoeba in my mind stoic trees hearing my plea Is anything real? The sentinels guarding heaven just stare and have no pity Why am I here? As I sink to my knees fucking trees remorseless in their apathy the forest weighing pain by a scale omitting man I carve my name in the bark hoping someone might remember the fight If I were a tree could I see god?

  That I Might Hold Once More Stretching out for endless miles, the road whispering my desires. I follow to the ends of the world, traveling on the wings of fate. Drawn as if against my will, my first steps taken in fear, I race the heavens, hoping to catch the sun, faster and faster still, until life is blurred by speed Time turns inside out, the clock of heaven breaking, cities fall and are remade, only to fall again Traversing eons, I see suns die, and galaxies born, gathering stars in the palm of my hand, I hold the beating heart of the sun My humanity slipping away, becoming one with the cosmic expanse, losing the last tattered shreds of me, light becomes my blood, gravity my bones. Until finally... solace and forgetfulness, as the pain of her leaving fades away, that I might hold once more, the memory of love that never died

The Only Gods this Road has Ever Known On a dark and lonely highway destination unknown the company I keep are the ghosts of the open road trying to outrun the sins left far behind laying scattered across the center divide Rock music, burning oil, and wind are the only gods this road has ever known Rings all burnt and head gasket blown sleeping in the back and pumping gas working for money pretending to be people the waitress at the diner sleeping with me Jesus honey, go take a shower you reek of engine oil and gasoline The waitress got fat with our second son the owner gave up and gave me the station I never did stop reeking of gasoline but when there's time I close up early and we take on the open road just my waitress and me pretending we're free With rock music, burning oil, and wind are the only gods this road has ever known

  I have fallen in love   with so many smiles shy ones   hiding so much glorious ones   that shine like the sun gentle ones  caressing my soul   ones that mock   with challenge and dare welcoming ones   that renew the spirit quirky ones   eclectic and free and a lover's smile   that makes me blush I have loved every smile   from every women I've ever met but there is one smile above all others that special smile you share just with me

  A yogi told me I was mad, he repeated as a rite passage, meant to honor sins paid and choices made And then he said ... * I have nothing more, be your own guide life is what happens when we're busy going mad * The world is sick, our madness is not the disease but the antibodies and the cure *What are we truly seeking? Hoping to find a spark of the divine to heal our inner divide *Living life between a rock and soft bed growing fat as our soul is fed *The cure for madness is more, not less to heal the world, we will cure ourselves And so it came to pass that madness spread across the earth finding sanity in our mirth With serenity in my heart a simple thought I will miss ... being mad --- It's no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.  - Jiddu Krishnamurti