i crave you
like a climber to the mountain
every ridge, a slow march
every ridge, a climb in rhythm
every ridge, a climb in rhythm
in rhythm
every inch traveled
a craving only you can fill
a craving of you
a climb in rhythm
Tag: Poetry
handouts
didn’t ask
didn’t get
lessened learned
thoughts before bed;
wonder if tomorrow has a face
skin
a brain
if they wore funny hats
told dad jokes
made meatloaf
loves to save coupons
finds beauty in everything
then
when tomorrow comes
it’s you; it’s you
i’ve seen tomorrow and tomorrow-
tomorrow is going to be a good day
channel island;
isn’t she love ly
one of a kind;
never strayed to far
free to change the day as a star
fruit from a tree
war has tied and the one will never flee
ripe with sight
vision of the night-
night for the dreams dreams for the morrow morrow of the world
and the world is yours
cannonball
today is a challenge
challenge of a step
on a spiral staircase
around an oak tree
towards the moon;
you’ll find the top to be lonely and the bottom tempting
like a swimming pool
you:you
i spent the whole day thinking about you
writing poems about you, you
in my last life it was you
in this one it will be you, you
never take a pause you
are the shinning star you, you
are the center of it all you
are the spring in these sneakers you, you
come to me in my dreams you
make me never want to leave this bed you, you
put your hands in mine chest in mine you
make me never want to leave this bed you, you
have me writing love poems about you
and for you all of me to you never waivering for you
armor wove of love you will never see it crack you
will see your own reflection
little dipper (supply)
channel island
saw it burned from a distance
we roasted a few marshmallows
you pulled out your supply of chocolate
we fell asleep
under the little dipper
floatin’
never the fifth cloud
it was a few minutes away
just within’ shouting range
call me; call me
use the voice
find me on sixth cloud from the mountain
and call me;
your song brings me my soul down
into your arms
where i belong
re:1159
it is hard- to not be excited about tomorrow
every second closer to the next
is another closer to you
fear never in the rear
yet, it needs to be just for me
to set a bomb at 1159
will end tomorrow
before the alarm sets
the last tick
tomorrow ends with a crick
in a mellow field
alone.
channeling you;
sitting here
a hand way from you
the light against your inviting smile
listening to the deep thought path about your latest project and that bitch Andrea
i know you are kidding
i find the light in your eyes and stare;
and never look away
Saint's Muse 