Thursday, 17. July 2008, 21:04:20
Poetry
“The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do
You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you.”
Rush. ‘Distant Early Warning’ from Moving Pictures.
Have a dance or take a pill
Pursue a question no others will
Eat a peach one summer’s eve
Watch the way old lovers grieve
Dance with a brokenhearted doll
Promise half but give it all
Give whatever you ain’t got
Say it is when you know its not
Run toward the Promised Land
Take a stroll on virgin sand
Dream a dream from your lover’s head
Take your meaning from her bed
Paint the sky with your last name
Watch the sky return to same
Tell the maker he got it wrong
And rewrite life all night long.
Monday, 31. December 2007, 18:18:52
Poetry
There's more truth in a candle flame
than all books ever written.
There's more love in an innocent tear
than in every promise made.
There's more certainty in a sigh
more hope in a dream
There's more doubt in belief
more hate in grief.
There's more freedom in obedience
than in blazing a wellworn trail
There's more to misery than Hell.
There's more need in a kiss
than in every earthly plan.
There's more to bliss
than I can understand.
There's more trust in a touch
more permanence in a smile
There's more God inside than out
more emptiness with than without.
Friday, 28. December 2007, 13:40:42
Poetry
A pathetic sort of fellow:
one whose thoughts burn white.
A madman and a parson,
both in constant flight.
Ah, but when his dreams
catch up with him,
and bleed his black heart dry,
both will turn and cut each throat ...
the parson's first to die.
Sunday, 23. December 2007, 17:58:46
Poetry
If I became a broken man
would you still be my bride?
If I could no longer pick you
sunshine from the sky
Would you push me aside?
If I struggle to stand or cry to crawl
would you stand for me and be my all?
Or would you give my love to a total man
hoping I and others would understand?
Am I still the man,
though half the strength,
I was when I chased you the length
of a hopeful heart in a ga-ga girl ...
when your loving smile pierced my world?
If a promise made is etched on God
and I falter on the way,
Will I see your hand reach for me
as I held you today?
Friday, 21. December 2007, 23:00:00
Poetry
I wanna toss popcorn at you during the movie
- talk dirty to me in your best Scarlett voice -
I wanna melt your panties off during intermission.
Tell me we have a choice,
between simply enduring and really living.
Tell me misery can mean something.
Tell me the search is over.
Tell me my Dance with the Devil is almost complete...
Swear it all and say something sweet.
I wanna pray beside you in a cathredral
and swipe the candle for our bed
I wanna paint your toenails different colors
I'd rather be laughing with the living than
searching among the dead.
Call me your lifetime lover,
Show me dreams come true
Tell me you feel a million songs
when I am kissing you.
Friday, 21. December 2007, 14:28:56
Loving Lori
The government department of which I am director – Historical Reference Eradication – sits on the corner of Vermont and Carolina. Basically, by the first anniversary of a person’s death we will have successfully expunged all references to his or her existence. All taxes records, newspaper articles, high school annuals, church tithing accounts – everything. Only memory escapes our reach. One is even prohibited from inscribing names on grave markers.
I met Lori for lunch at a New Orleans-style bistro across from our building. I swelled with pride and a profound love I can never describe when I saw her waiting just inside the entrance, still bundled against the snow and freezing grip of this December day.
“Hello there,” she smiled. “I love you, Mister.”
“Too late, ma’am. I loved you first.”
“Which has absolutely no significance,” she said before kissing me. The familiar scent of her perfume reassured me that all was well with the day, with my life. Looking at her I saw all the colors of the universe.
After ordering lunch she asked how my day was going.
“Pretty good, actually. This morning I closed the Living History file on Senator _______,” I said proudly.
But not very smartly. I winched at the thought of having just reopened a fresh wound. Her countenance changed immediately, and the hurt look on my lover’s face cut me to the marrow.
“I still can’t see how you can take pride in such heartless work,” she whispered to her water glass.
“Babe, please. Let’s not go there again,” I implored.
“But it seems so … so inhuman!”
“Honey, life belongs to the living. Historical references only bring us down into the past. Why can’t you see that? Why should we care what Jefferson thought when his culture had absolutely nothing in common with ours?”
“So will you ‘erase’ me if I die before you do?”
“Dammit, Lori, stop! You’re in my heart forever. Would you prefer being in a textbook?”
As always, my temper alienated my lover, and I felt as unworthy of her love as I did of a Creator’s salvation. Her chin shook immediately and she collected her things and left without a word.
As she turned the corner outside the restaurant the sleet began pouring heavier. I looked back to an empty chair so important to me a moment before.
Saturday, 15. December 2007, 22:25:07
Poetry
If I'm to love my bride
the way Christ loves His
whom may I reject?
What malady, disease
or personal woe
gives me leave to love but go?
What struggle may I refuse to fight?
Understanding? Compromise?
Admit to wrong when I know I'm right?
If in your eyes I see my heart
which challenge could drive us apart?
If we two are one in God's sweet grace
what right have we to Love replace
with separate dreams and ruined lives
and shattered hearts of childrens' cries?
Does Love look on us with an indulgent eye?
Are we forgiven when angels cry?
If in your heart I find my way
what right have I to go away?
Wednesday, 12. December 2007, 16:08:45
Poetry
I've been consumed
with thoughts
all this day
Of you, me, and
the way.
I reach across years
to touch your
smile
because I see in you
pleasant love,
All the while
knowing we two
could be one -
captives of the Father
and the Son.
Friday, 7. December 2007, 03:08:47
Poetry, (Woman Hater)
Break this heart
Do your best to kill the rest
I hate you
I hate you
Break this man
Take the time to draw the line
Drown the dream
Drown the dream
Break the bond
Play the game and place the blame
You lie well
You lie well
Break your soul
Live a life of constant strife
You've lost now
You've lost now
Thursday, 6. December 2007, 22:48:09
Poetry
That love which cannot surmount
isn't love and lives without
the single flower in snowswept fields
that leads us to eternal yields.
That love which cannot abide
the fears of life which we both hide
Isn't love and lives without
the peace that comes when we surmount.
I would die for one chance to see
me in you and you in me.
I would bleed sweet years for more
than what we've both dismissed before.
That love which cannot renew
the dream I have inside of you
Isn't love and cries to see
what becomes of you and me.
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