Fight To Stay

how thin and transparent reality seems
alone in the dark of night i am fragile
so easily i could follow the moon beams

but they scare me into staying for awhile
to fight for a life other people cherish
the only easy thing, this inverted smile

my entire world seems easy to perish
so weak is my hold on this silky life line
i hold on to escape what i fear hellish

my soul is not up for someone else to dine
i want to stay here, please give me a good sign

Avoidance Land

although good at avoiding, i make my way
writing myself of all things desirable
i push to have that too, my very own say

although that is sometimes undefinable
i’m half between my unfinished tomorrows
finding mine, here tonight…unreliable

so to accept, i write of feelings, sorrows
annoyed that i’ve hate too…hmmm…under cover
of poetry, and tonight a dream borrows

calm from a swing, restlessness, it does hover
want too is here to play, but i’m okay and
move on to even things out with a lover

who happens to have a drink to help me stand
upright in my sweet little avoidance land

I Love

"A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge." ~ Thomas Carlyle

i love crisp-air rivers, brain science and rocks
i love wine and stars that twinkle; kissing you
i love making love and poetry and tic-tocs

i love drawing, writing, silence, but friends too
i love books with tea and sweet potato fries
i love coffee, misty-mornings, music and coos

i love trees, falling in love, dancing, and pies
i love sipping beer, picking flowers, sunshine
i love smoking cigarettes, but not goodbyes

i love freckles and reading between the lines
i love that you love me a million-one times

Raw

"All I'm writing is just what I feel, that's all. I just keep it almost naked. And probably the words are so bland." ~ Jimi Hendrix

Raw. Uncooked. Bloody. Not easy to look at.
Where do we hide our secrets? Under a tree?
Next time, you smile at the stranger that nods back.

We are all on our best behavior. Control. Freak.
What might happen if I broke the courtesy?
Defied the illogical? Screamed in the street?

Would you take my hand and run away with me?
Start a bonfire with the secrets you give and bind;
My secret shame and your secret shame. Breathe.

In the street. I hold your hand, we dance in time.
Hurts together explode. Hold your hurt with mine.