Good Morning

I see you in faint morning light
Shadows heavy, cross in daily fight
Yet you shine right on through
Sleeping, drunk on Morpheus brew
I wonder if it is you I should wake
For morning repast’s sake
Still I roll in cottons embrace
Sneaking glimpses of moonlight’s trace
I think if it right to make noise
And bring up other ploys
For it then their fault be
Your eyes crack and me you see
Then I roll back again in silence
Looking at darkness in defiance
Light is my ally in this battle
And in time, wake you that’ll
So I yawn in patient wait
For Sol to break shut eye gate

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It is not the now to fear
Whispers of future you can hear
Like times from before
There are things I do ignore
Blissful hope in future returns
Accepting what at present burns
With doubts in minds corners
Harbingers of future mourners
My hope is still lost in song
I follow mindlessly along
Will I steer from future’s plight
Or succumb to lazy might

Shadows of the Heart

Shadows of the heart
They lurk to where it start
Tasting the envy of shore
They split and grow to more
Charged to do desires
Out they flow in spires
Looking to help and defend
Darkness looking to upend
Yet golden and silver they glow
Lighting against the night flow
Hope is their kindling
Kindness their sibling
Tall at the edge of night
To take on darkness in fight
Shadows of things to come
Tamed by where they’re from

Vanish

Out I went one day,
To the world to make my way,
You followed close at first,
But then weather got worst,
You wanted bright my future to be,
And sent best wishes to me,
So one day I made my way back,
But again you lost my track,
My appearance had changed,
Or maybe my style was exchanged,
You sought for me still,
Now it was against my will,
Things left best in the past,
You lost interest at last,
It was then me you could see,
Out in the world to where I flee

My love

In your darkest hour
Creep thoughts dour
Why I always come to you
Despite perception I shouldn’t do
Fail at these times to see
What your love means to me
Happiness in my morning wake
Fondness of memories make
Comfort in hours on end
Love that never seems to upend
I seek a smile on your face
If not also a long embrace
Nothing else I can ask of
You are my wife and love

Apathy

It was there in my place
When I saw you trace
Lines that intersect and divide
Words that make me choose a side
In spite speech with spark and fire
It was uncertain where it did aspire
If the goal was action
It failed to gain traction
The want was complacent
Conspiring for more effacement
In hopes and cares
And let you be with your affairs
Apathy our greatest foe
Helplessness its final blow.

One wet day

On a cold wet afternoon
It was asked if it would be soon
The reply was a not yet
And no further answer will you get
Further it was said
By words flowing from my head

It is easier to ask than sit and wait
Sometimes worse is the anticipate
Bide your time not in worry
At the end we lose our hurry
Yet once it has done
We miss the fun
Nothing has changed at all
And all we do is feel small

Sit once and a while
Dream of something to do in style
Are you off to change the worlds pace
Or bring a smile to a neighbors face
Find joy in the action at hand
There is no requirement to make a stand
Leave the world better
And its eyes not wetter

Darken

I hear you call out and I give chase
To your aid is the goal I race
You sit there bound up on knots
And I give pause lost in thoughts
How to approach the enigmatic
Not making it more problematic

With sword I could cut your free
Quick and messy that would be
To undo each and every bind
Would leave me no peace of mind
The twists and turns taken
Leave sores that leave you shaken

I try best to deflect you broody quips
Yet they sharpen my replies to sour tips
I think briefly to let you work alone
In one look you cut to bone
If I left now I would never return
By that time you could burn
Leaving nothing of what had been
And in my mind a painful din
So I endure
And pull you with demur
Uncertain of what strand may brake
Knowing that you I would not forsake

 

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The thoughts and fears in our head
When we are ready, will be shed
Unlike chaff from the wheat
It does not require ourselves to beat.
Carried carefully through every day
It is them who are most in our way
In our mind they grow tall
Nourished and fed one and all
They need not be harvested
It is best if they are divested
Sill each time one forms
It takes room in the dorms
That we foster and planed
And give energy to expand

Let these thoughts not stay
You need not listen to their bay
They should be held then released
If they are famished you will feast
They will know many guises
So acknowledge them not as surprises
You can not be just one way
Else you not bend when paths stray

Mouse

I roam the chambers of my house
In search of a little mouse
The mouse cleans with broom
Empty is each room
I look at images on the walls
Analyzing the little scrawls
Mouse has neatened and smudged
Yet some details he can’t budge
Ideals shine through bright
While inspiration is cloaked in night
I hear the past call out
Not one I return the shout
Mouse is curtain hanging
Hiding doors, windows, lighting
Out, I take candle
Darkness it will handle
Yet smells I will not mask
My thoughts and fears
Progress toward me nears
In the dark they cower
Nigh each knows its power
Mouse scurries to my feet
Louse reeks of deceit
I kick it out
On its way
I send a shout.
Here he cannot play