push me, pull you.

why? oh, i know,
why? oh, i see–
can’t flee my mind,
i imprison me.

please push away–
with force, i ask.
please push me, fragile,
release as task.

i may still pull,
and tempt with sex,
unsure of feels–
and what comes next.

ah, it just is,
that when i pull–
i pull from fear,
fear when i pull.

please push away,
me far from you–
can’t end the game:
push me, pull you.

 

dove.

there was once a little dove, who turned her head and fell in love. and in just that– a sudden start– a match was made, he’d won her heart. the dove, she took a little rest. time …

Source: dove.

dove.

there was once
a little dove,
who turned her head
and fell in love.

and in just that–
a sudden start–
a match was made,
he’d won her heart.

the dove, she took
a little rest.
time to tend,
time to nest.

time to sing,
and time to prune,
time to find
her perfect tune.

the first note rings,
she coos the line,
“my eyes met his,
and his met mine.

we danced,
we shined,
we took delight
when evening led
to morning light.

as one’s just one,
but a pair two,
to all who ask,
our love is true.”

but no, oh no!
dear little dove,
true not was he
at all to love.

virtue in song,
beauty in coo,
to be true love
there must be true.

our dove, he left,
and why? we know
this one, he had
still seeds to sow.

yet still this song
our dove did coo,
weeping with tears
of naught he knew.

poor little dove,
knew not that she
lived one last song,
this coo for he.

so sang she did,
coo through the wood.
and sang she did,
’til naught she could.

our dove, alone,
sang her last note.
and love, forlorn,
her heart, it broke.

our little dove,
fell limp off tree.
dead on the ground,
yet was now free.

Dearie.

I want,
I need,
I’m wishing. 

I hope that thoughts be clear. 
There’s very little
I won’t do
For those that I hold dear. 

So dearie, come
A little close
And listen,
Open ear–

The tales of those
Who’ve lived the most,
Tell truths that I keep near. 

fearing.

fearing love,
fearing lust.
fearing doubt,
fearing trust.

fearing bulge,
fearing thin.
fearing loss,
fearing win.

fearing nothing,
fearing much.
fearing space,
fearing touch.

fearing space,
fearing close.
fearing those
i’ve loved the most.

fear that fearing
fearing fear,
that i may pass
before the year.

fearing that place,
fearing dark–
fearing death
would leave no mark.

fearing
fearing,
fearing
fear–
perhaps it’s best to
just fear fear.

but no!
there’s more
behind the fear.
all that i love–
those i hold dear.

breathe!
just once
stay calm, and know–
remember lines
that fall below:

fear not what may,
nor what may not.
embrace the times
that fear forgot.

 

 

 

09.07.16

we wait,
we watch.
we want,
we earn.

we fear,
we try.
we lose,
we learn.

thinking,
feeling,
hurting,
burning.

within these feels
life seems whirling.

we then must pause,
there’s need for thought–
of what should be,
but what is not.

reminder that life’s truly blessed–
in spite of stakes
that won’t arrest.

days are sweet,
days are short–
take care with whom
you cohort.

 

 

sometimes when you think,
you think oft too much.
and think of the past
and errors and such.

remember there’s future,
there’s present,
and past.

mistakes that you’ve made
need not be your last.

heartfelt and strong
though emotions may be,
it’s not what you are–
it’s how you see.

perception.
deception.
though pain might be deep–
what’s close to your heart
remember you keep.

through conversations,
confrontations,
of all that you’re scared…
it’s okay that sometimes
you do not feel prepared.

but know that you are strong
and that feelings, they are fleet…
and emotions can wreck,
but can also be sweet.

it’s changes
and strangers
that scare you the most.
but presence, it helps
the confidence boast.

so deep breath
and sweet breath
and breathe it all in.

you know that this time…
this time you’ll win.