The Heart Of Me and Mine

You misunderstood.
My friend.
On one point at least. 
I do not believe
In this soul
Of mine.
But that does not
Protect me.
From the grief.
Found in distance.
Between who
I am.
And where
I stand.

Clock Watching

And they spin faster.
Hands are wrung.
Worn through
Worries and
Joys alike. An
Unstoppable
March repeating
Itself all the
World over.
Different stages
End the same.
Because the spinning
Won’t ever slow.
And only stops
Once.

Just Don’t Stop, Today

Pulled taut.
Tangled up.
The world
Refuses.

Only blinking.
Slight heave
For breath.
Quite content
Still, here.

Torn apart.
Stuck together.
The world
Refuses.

To let.

Me.

Be.

For which I owe
It dearly.

Shuffle the Deck Carefully

The way the cards lay.
Too late to be undone.
A story was told.
That hearts of men
Would break.
As towers crumbled.
And the women fell.
All around their feet.
Hidden by shattered
And stained diamonds. 
Just because the wrong
Person was holding
The best hand.

If I Fell, Would You Take Me Home?

A great fall.
Such speed.
Ends.
Smashing
The ground.
Breaking
To nothing.

Blink of an eye.
Plummeting.
To land softly.
Welcomed.
A small part
Of a whole.

Sometimes
I am the rain.
Over barren
Concrete.

Sometimes
There is
A lake.

The Day Is Fine

A captured nail
Between worried teeth. 
Chewed a little more.
Worked to skin.
Nothing left to offer.
By means of comfort or
Distraction from
Every day anxiety. 
Too much burden.
Placed on simple flesh.
For lack any other
Place or voice.

All Mapped Out By The Crow

Perfect.
Straight.
The line.
Across.
Cutting a map.
From A to where
I needed to be.
Set out on slow
Foot by foot.
To find a way.
Carved through
Mountains.
Rock and stone.
The toughest
Path to the
Hardest end.
A journey that must
Be quick. 

Please Love Me No More

Bravery found me.
Held me for awhile.
A fleeting embrace.
That left me shaken,
After pride drained.
Fearing a return.
Of this deceitful
Love that blinds,
With the courage
To face fears
Better left unseen.

In My Words You Are

Glass raised.
Hand aloft.
A simple toast.
Slowly whispered.
Fails to stir
Even the dust.
But it has been
Said. 
As was needed.
Will be repeated.
Its meaning
Never less
Painful.
The speaker
Never more
Alone.

Close Your Mind if Conscience Speaks

Turn the tide.
And trap the river.
Then make the water
Black.
My love.

Keep my secret.
That lies beneath.
Protecting it
Forever from
The drying sun.
And in the heat
Prove your heart
Is mine alone.

Turn the water.
Turn your soul.
Black.
My love.