My Secret

Like a sweat bead

I cling to you

In spirit maybe

My hope is touch

My heart needs secrets

But does yours?

Sparks free from fire

Pulses racing each other

Looks into the soul

Pander of possibilities

I call your unknown name

Whisper waiting for ears

Dance in the darkness

Flex your wings

Won’t you be my secret?

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I know my world

I know my world

I keep it in my pocket

Prefect in it’s place

My skies perennial partly sunny

The clouds wispy just right

I don’t do rainy days here

My rock is my world

Tomorrow i’ll paint it again

Advice to My Daughter

Be it ancient or new

Choose your flag well

Unfurrow it upon high

Ride it among the breezes

Believe in every tale it spins

Never waste time on yesterday

The future is your domain

Second thoughts are chains

Doubts clips spread eagle wings

Think of hope, adventure, and dreams

Embraces grow bright futures

As long as breath passes, live

Dance upon clouds in moonlight

Never clock watch for midnight

Fill your tapestries with yourself

EmptyRooms

Dancing through your empty rooms

Latent voices echo the chorus

Good intentions beat me like a drum

A fool for the alluring style you faked

Maybe I wished to fly along you

These rooms were not always empty

Window dressing and dusty couches

Tapestries covering holes in the walls

The desire to full the spaces too great

Still dancing around empty rooms

Desolate

Tonto Basin

Sometimes ashes wish for warmth

Hope lives as the stranger among us

My feet long to stroll that pathway

Desolation is peace and serenity

Hardly compromised, mistaken for believed

Belief is participation award to acceptance

True welcome is leaving the masks behind

Wings are to soar not be clipped by your hands

I live to hear how your world never changes

It was never your world, but we don’t tell you

I’ve tasted the desert of your soul before

The cure for the human condition is nature

The ills are not oxygen to breath, but baggage

Throttling the horizon causes darkness

Sunsets are supposed to celebrate what was

The fire dances to heights and gives warmth

Instinctively it knows no riddles to live

Which is why ashes wish for warmth

Why some see the world as desolate

Brutus

This week’s photo prompt is provided by H.R.R. Gorman. Thank you H.R.R.!

“Do not let Brutus in the bathroom.” I stumble through the words. Remembering how slow and clearly Alicia spoke then to me. “Do not let Brutus in the bathroom.”

The stringy feline rubs against my leg. He cries as he runs a figure eight around me. Apparently he wants me to admire his labor of love. I’m trying to think of where to start cleaning it all up. Toilet paper strewn under the sheets just adds to the expertise of this animal.

“Brutus! What did you do? She’ll kill me for this!” I pull my hair back with my palm. I wonder how to cover it all up.

He looks up at me and meows. His right paw slightly lifted as if to point out the crime scene.

128 words

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Wordle- for the love of words

“Delirium, you simple haven take up residence upon Elysian fields.” Hyacinth snorts in her insidious way. “Please gather those jaded mercurial excuses of yours.”

My eyes pick at her anthracite and wisteria soul. Her mask worn tightly is that of a quixotic pariah. My body language reduced to a transparent silhoute. Inside my kaleidoscope of emotions challenge my lucidity. I long to lash out in ciphers, the remnants of past fractures. The zenith of my fury is a sigh and yawn.

Still her vicious basilisk eyes pierce my spirit. Her residual boredom plays a requiem upon her xylophone of unkept threats.

“You are horribly jaded.” Her hips snap her elsewhere, placing me back to the ossuary of her world.

*one word from each letter, at least

Breaking Dawn

Clinging like a web on back of my arm

Mix of anticipation and excitement

Light under tomorrow’s door shines

New pieces of me tease my senses

I want it all now not later

Complete is the foolish dream

But still I await the sunrise

Tying those strands tightly to hope

Knowing fools have reasons

Timidity the stranger we hug daily

Still thinking it will change

But the dawn is coming quickly

I yearn to watch former shadows fade

Wipe away those webs like clutch

Freedom from a past loosely fit

Tomorrow will be tailored to me

The dream states it so clearly

From Within

My heart beats slowly

It’s collection of shadows cast

Future and past layers deep

Lost in within time and place

Eyes search for paths nonexistent

My feet let to figure out touch

From whence I came is gone

Destination lies in the clouds

Nothing lingers like a scar

Hope covers all wounds inside

That impulse jump starts my senses

Tiny rays chase away those shadows

Sunrises of the soul break

The New Way

I flailed at resolutions

Yesterday changes not for tomorrow

We invent the future to be better

We ignore those former days

As they reveal where we want to be

I’m much more concerned now

To change in the name of change

Truly divine waking experience

Creating an illusion of chance

That’s where delusion moves in

But yet here we jump off the cliffs

I resolve to be what you want

Never, not really, why would I?

So pardon my self indulgence

I resolve to laugh at the notion

I was the same mess yesterday

New year’s offers calendars

Upon we wrote the new way

The ink fades quickly to oblivion

Yet again flailing those resolutions