A Writer’s Lover

oh but you’ll never hear the words you read in books

when you fall in love with a writer.

the words you read are more often than not,

never spoken out loud.

 

these words you read,

they only speak volumes in the whirling mind of your writer,

and if you fail to understand that,

your writer can only write in protest.

 

 

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The Performer’s Moment

20180409_134421the lights burn my eyes
blind but undeaf
screams defy my voice
standing still my heart unstill
dub-dub dub-dub

the music stops
ears ringing
in my self-made silence
only Continue reading “The Performer’s Moment”

Christmas Gave to Me

No, it’s not the ladies dancing,
nor the ten lords who are a leaping,
instead, Christmas gave me something
that made my heart go singing

No, it’s not the usual lesson
of this merry, joyful season:
that to give is not a question,
generosity’s the equation

Instead, Christmas sang to me
the splendor of gratitude’s glee,
the beauty of my answered plea
in a time when born is He

Gratitude, for the family and friends,
for the joy that has no end,
and the gifts that they did send,
packed with love they carefully tend

Gratitude, for the season that comes once
and yet, gives us many a chance
to be thankful as we dance,
as we move through the days as if in a trance

Gratitude, that lets us see the light,
in a time that is full of night
letting us see our relationships’ might,
even though there are times that we do fight

Gratitude, dear Christmas’ firstborn,
often neglected and forlorn
call us back with your horn,
and let us thank Him who is born.

Phantoms

In the face of the setting sun,
not too far from the fiery ocean,
I hear a laugh I know so well
was it really there? No one could tell.

Turning a little,
I see a boy
chasing a dog,
face etched with joy.

To ease my mind
I walk some more
Smelling the scent of love
that was there no more.

Then do I remember, Continue reading “Phantoms”