What May Be Proposed

I write certainly,
As if I have figured out
This relationship,
But the reality is
I just hope; I do not know.
Writing is a test
Of who I am or become
Each given minute
Pieces fill up splices where
They fit into arrangement.
What you see is not
Always exactly my thought
The words which I sought,
A page proves elemental
Blanked screen a crude genie.
No matter how long
I live, step into the place
There is no guarantee,
Anytime, I harness what
Phrases I must communicate.
The reader’s hungry
Heart, like a hoarding dragon
May desire richer
Fare than here I can provide,
I hope as I seek insight
The pen I wield owns magic
Its toil may aptly prevail
As I wish myself a wordsmith
All written words do never fail.

Lark

The evident need
Such necessary want can
Shake all the senses
From ordinary moments
Toward a new ecstasy.
Where is paradise
But in love’s vibrant gaze?
The one who never
Blinks or looks away when words
Forbidden aloud we say.
If the body, soul,
Bared to curiosity
Is soon accepted
With tender assurance, touch,
Affection grows inasmuch.
Hearts render themselves
Willing to join, ignoring
Pain’s possibility
In order to gifts obtain
Of love’s dearest devotion.
The risk seems a price
Worth spending in completion
If it may secure
The love of another who
Delights life with happiness,
Need, want, become one apace
Welcoming beloved embrace.

Every house, a home,
Each animal beloved,
All persons cherished,
The bellies kept fed and full,
No one left alone in dread.

On Our Whims

We chose to allow
Our hearts out of their cartons,
Knowing this might be
Dangerous to all our peace;
We were rewarded with LOVE!

*******

This Time

Nothing is nothing
Unless we choose to let it
Pass out of our lives
Without any impression,
No image in memory.
Erased fingerprints
Swept away with the stale dust
Of each yesterday
We chose to omit in haste
So we could pick up the pace.
Our lives all novels
Written at our whimsical
Leisure with what truths
We spare in ordinary
Moments which we suddenly
Realize are not
As simple as they once seemed,
But hold treasured dreams
We try to make ours somehow,
Cause love depends on us now.

*******

There are a handful
Of stones now laying below
The windows, past cast,
Into our everyday lives;
The hurts are turned beauty now.

Surprise

Cheer up, lovely, there
Is a new thing up, going,
It may be so rare
But it has gifts, with you to
Share; if you are nimble, willing.
Staring into the distance
Will conquer nothing except –
Perhaps inspire you
Within time you are scoffing
At restrictions unwanted.
No, we did not ask,
We had no idea time would
Come around for us,
But in dreams maybe a hint –
What foreseeably could be.
Plaster on a smile
Make it real after a while,
You can have it all
If you are willing to give –
Sacrifice the conveinence.
Living is never
Dependent on one just thing
Fate turns on many
Inexplicable factors,
Variable we must become.
The ocean, the shore,
Giving, taking, come and go,
This life, no one knows
Where it finally deposits
Us, until delivered there.
Do as seems the best,
Stash your worry inside hope
Then navigate time
As if you owned it presently,
Because you do invariably.

Heart Sent

Facing the world, well,
Again I would forego it,
But whatever is
Meant for me, I will do it,
Hiding cowardice away.

Who I am will not
Limit me, overcomer,
I have the costume,
The hair though may go its way,
No one is perfect, they say.

I can pray, pray, pray,
Still, I have to get out of
My way, accept LOVE,
Live the dreams, fully alive;
The future’s curtains open.

All longings become
Belonging, creating, now
A moment sublime,
Time no longer mastery;
Experience, truth convenes.

What we see, how it
Means is deeper expressed in
Who we can transform,
Over years, ourselves, to be
Nothing permanent forever.

Facing the world, well,
Again I would forego it,
But whatever is
Meant for me, I will do it,
Hiding cowardice away.