Porch Swing

Where your mother calmed you at night

Where I first saw you
Where we shared our first kiss
Where we spent hours talking about nothing
Where gave each other all we can give
Where I proposed and you said yes
Where we soothed our own children

That porch swing housed the best moment of my life
But now I sit here swinging

You pushing me,

But its not your gentle touch,

Its the breeze biting my shoulder for you have gone to sleep
Each creak of the swing
Bringing me further down
I lost my being
But still I sit for hours rocking, dreaming of your voice
The wind stopped
I can no longer breathe
The swing breaks.......

Promises

I know not where it began
I know not where it will end
Prayers will fall on deaf ears,
As time is time and it will pass at such
unaltered by man
unaffected by wishes.
But within the time we are granted
You will own everything i can give,
Because within the haze of drink
and the darkness of night 
you approached and stole that which is priceless
like ice you will place it on a pedestal,
i hope it melts before it breaks
so that it may take the shape of whatever you need it to be.
2 days timeless, 
forever blindness
as love is blind
but love is bliss
so close your eyes and take a leap
happiness will catch you when you trip

Dreaming

awake in the end
for it felt no more than a dream
but now you look around you
and all you see are thorn bushes
no matter where you move they pierce you
the air clogged with smoke
breathing becomes difficult
and speaking results in choking 
tears pool in the corners of your eyes
filling the ocean
flooding the world
drowning anything left alive
but that which can swim
but you can be submerged 
as you need a rock to survive
so there you float
hoping to find land
eventually you will find your oasis in the watery desert
you will swim for hours
and when you arrive on the shore
you fall a slumber
only to awake again within the bushes
because love is a dream,
something you hoped for
but when it arrived you let it slip by
and when you lose it
all of your being is spent to find your support again
unbeknownst to yourself that if only you floated 
the tides of life would carry you to a shore
where strength would still find you
and sleep would be your last venture
with no alarmclock
no thorns
no watery deserts

Love .45

I was unarmed yet still you drew on me
I looked into your eyes and you down the barrel
Your colt cold against my chest
But there I stood in front of your loaded weapon
Unmovable, unwavering
You pleaded that I run
Yet something held me there to that spot
I prayed you wouldnt pull that trigger
Sometimes you did faster than others
There were times your lips masked your intents
But always in the end 
You could hear the double-action go click
And there in that spot I would fall
While the hot copper seared through me
And you walked on and aimed at another.
Sometimes the wound was nothing but a scrape
Others crippling
How i wished you would have just put me down at those times
But I would always recover
Each time finding you again
Standing there with your gun drawn
I would never aim back although I carried as well
I never wished to hurt you
Your name always changed
But your gun didn't
It was called love

Goodbye

Once upon a time in now far gone memory,
I was yours and you were mine.
But like all dreams it ended
And I awoke alone among the covers
Each second passing
Stealing from me the memory of events
I wished I could fall back to slumber
But the sun shined through the curtain
Blinding the pain with promise
So I stood up, went about my day
But when I glanced at the clouds I still thought of you.
I would always reach out at the smoke
Try and hold on
But its slipped thru my hands
And left me with just a looking glass
One that monuments our past
Yet draws out a future even greater.
You will never be a recurring dream
And I will miss the magic
But time past is time past,
It is not spent but invested
My future holds the dividends,
Goodbye dark angel

Among The Surf

Standing among the surf,

The moon mirrored the spirit on the beach,

Glowing orange with the gift of life.

The waves brushing my legs

Singing a sirens song

Tempting me into the ocean

As the water spun music.

The stars and my family the crowd,

But myself the maestro

As the world glistened within the moon.

I stood there embracing the surf

Feeling the sound blend with heart

While the lights in the sky glistened,

Each note igniting a galaxy laid before me.

Water caressing my body

And the foam belittling the voices around me

It was then that the skies opened

Displaying an orchestra of light

Gracing me with the beauty of their words

Seeding the words I now write into my psyche.

And while I gazed into the abyss, it peered back,

But the dreams of children and elderly alike danced before me

Blessing me with gifts needed to live life.

But I could hear those dearest to me nearby,

Calling me back to the world that I dread

For only within the surf, the stars and the moon,

Do I truly live.

The tides accompanying my heartbeat

Setting me free from the confines of earthly laws.

Flight granted to few,

View of the stars granted to none,

But my past and my present granted me access,

To a utopia past the skies, the darkness.

Time beseached by the grace of my heart,

Leading to a view of the world never before presented,

Until it was broken by those voices I shut out.

The stars and the sky hovering before me

Accepting me as a child in the surf,

True love shown within the glow

But gifts forfeited for those who appreciate it

Remember

A drop of blood can tell a judge a life story,
but the person can barely recite a chapter
for as time passes,
our memory becomes cataract.
Times so clear become dim,
Faces opaque or lost to the darkness.
So what good is the fountain of youth
if who you are dies with those who know you?
The stars only beaten in number by experience,
yet stars will not fade from thought.
Cloudy eyes and smoky minds give way to loss.
Hope is forlorn for days not yet arrived,
as the tide will pull them out and drown them.
Routine becomes death,
as days drift to days.
A lifetime turns into a moth eaten album,
holes more numerous than a felon's claim
and losses greater than a gamblin' man.
For life speaks towards forgetting,
both good and bad carried in the breeze
until dust settles on tomorrow.
Memories are a gift from acquaintance,
a mutual respect between time and existence.
Death may give life meaning
but life without love is meaningless.
The memory of memories past provide the fire,
so don;t let people slip away...remember.