I know I will dream of you
I do not know where it will take me
I know that deep hot desires
once aroused
take on a life
a life of their own.
I know I will think of you
All of you
Every last drop of sweat
and every sweet scent
And some not so sweet
I know I will remember you
Remember that night
And long for it again
For better or for worse
The lost light awakened
And though it found itself in battle
It remembered it was alive.
I will cling to the light
When I should
And when I shouldn’t
I love to not feel dead.
I love to dream of love.
I love the pull of your words.
Speak to me again in the night
Set my heart on fire
Make me dream of hope
With all your hot desire.
I do not know to say the things
The things that you might wish to hear
But I know when your words come home
They wake me from my slumber dear.
Month: May 2012
Hold On To Me
I hope it’s not over
The whole sanctification thing
Because I really don’t want to die here
In this spiritual place
I’m not suggesting I haven’t enjoyed some moments
Some I should,
some I shouldn’t have
But I want there to be more
And I don’t want to
have spent all my time
hurting
myself
and others
I just hope
that hope
holds on to me.
It Comes Like This
Listing fast to port
Never do we see the rocks
Open up the hull.
Help
Do you say the creed?
Do you say the prayer?
Do you still believe?
That the end will turn out fair?
Do you hate the world?
And somehow not yourself?
Who gets out alive?
Who stays on the shelf?
Who gets read for pleasure?
Who gets read for pain?
Who gets read at all these days?
I ask you once again.
In The Dirt I Dream
From this view
I look up
And see the things I’ve always dreamed
Barely covered way up there
Where people stand upright.
The ground is hard
And things still hurt
But seeing is believing
So they say and I applaud
Awesome awe I shut my mouth
In the dirt I dream.
On a poetic gathering, or The Desert Abbey
The group of poets who contributed last time was great. I loved reading different poems on the same theme. Thank you everyone who participated. Since I was happy with the turnout (small as it was) and more importantly the quality I have decided to try it again. I have a name for the endeavor: The Desert Abbey. I would like to hear suggestions for topics for the next Desert Abbey. Feel free to leave suggestions (and any other comments) in the comment section below. Cheers.
Advice Is Rarely Asked For
Minty sweetness on the tongue
That rides a pale white horse
Through the psyche that we hold
Or holds us as we clench our fists.
Have a goodness not your own
This is what I say to you
I know you didn’t ask from me
But this is what I do.
Please be well and trust the Lord
I know sometimes it’s hard to do
You’ll find your way with His strong hand
This, we know, is true.
Dog Day Dream
Let the dog days like thunder crash
Beaten on that golden shore
White sand beach with black sand heart
Off the world we jump for more.
Let the wingèd lions roar
Piercing through distilled dark air
Foaming hissing on the shore
Echoes leaving ever rare.
All about we see a dream
Never feeling that we’ll see
Hoping is a treasured thing
Let our hopes take form to be.
Two Hearts
How can you want
Two opposing things?
What does wanting really mean?
Is there freedom in a heart?
Is it beautiful?
To My Love XII
Is there a light on where you are?
Do the walls keep out the wind?
Is the fire warm enough?
Will the roof keep out the rain?
Leave a light on if you would
It is what I want
Go to sleep; I’ll make it there
I have some help I think you know.
