Judge and Jury

You are neither
Judge nor jury
In this life called mine
And yet you find it
So easy to condemn me.
Judging me the same
As others you’ve known
While never knowing truly.
And yet you’re the one
Who lied and pretended
While I was a harbinger of truth.
Emotional maturity eludes you
Though your age is greater than mine
And I fillet the scales of my heart
Of my soul
To help you rule in my favor.
Go ahead and walk away
In the direction you’ve always gone
But don’t expect to end up
Anywhere new.
Your Sweet N Low phrases
No longer go in my coffee
But leave bitterness
Where it should not belong.
Once upon a time
You were tangled up in me
Wanting me to be
Your safe harbor in the storm
Not caring that I needed
A safe harbor of my own.
The choices we’ve made
Have led us both here
In doorways
On opposite sides
Of the street
And though my arms
Were open
And I longed for yours
To be
Now I must turn
From you
As you did
From me
Passing me by
A huddled shadow
On the gallows.
Strapped to a pyre
Farce of a trial
Completed
I will neither plead
Nor weep.
Head held higher
Than ever before
I know the ashes
Will rise me anew
I meet your eyes
With my fire.
Accused and found guilty
My essence is pure
But I have found you
To be dishonorable.
I rise and I rise
The wind in my wings
My exit summons my shadows
And they eat you alive
As you walk in your peace
I finally
Set you
Free.

One

I don’t know what
You do to my heart
To make it forget
We were ever apart
From the very beginning
I swear that I felt
A warmth that was building
And there was nothing else
I know exactly what happened
The moment my fire went out
I say it’s not your fault
But it can be no one else

And I tried to be happy
Oh, I traveled the world
Seeking sunlight so piercing
It could reach my cold soul
I swore if this ever happened
That I would be done
But I can’t break your heart
No, this is the one.

It’s the one where I give in
And let all my hope out
I take in the nothing
And I wrap it in doubt

I smile and I give up
On the try and the must
I let it wash through me
And put out the lights

I know that you’re happy
And we’ve traveled the world
But I did not find the sunlight
To pierce my hard soul

If I had to guess
I’d say that I’m done
But I cannot leave you
So, this is the one.

The one where I lay down
My weapons and shield
So tired of fighting
I finally yield

The mantle of failure
The weight of the world
Settles on my shoulders
My story’s all told.

And now the part that I play
Has faded to black
No longer on stage
I slide to the back

Let the younger ones try
Who still know hope
They hold it like stars
Harnessed with rope

And I wanted you happy
So I brought the world to you
Laid it all at your feet
The sky and oceans so blue

I understand now what happened
As I watched your heart wake
I had given my light
Leaving nothing to take

The sun I had sought
Was nowhere to be found
And the cold seeped in
From somewhere underground

I won’t take your light
I can’t take your smile
So I stand in your shadow
And I rest for a while

Success was not mine
The new chapter’s begun
And I give and I give
Yes, this is the one.

Image by: EliasSch

Slow Burn

Slow Burn

I feel it when you’re

near me breathing in

my air, taking control

of my universe for these

moments and I don’t

care. I lick my lips in

sweet anticipation of

the electricity and

complexity of our mingled

breath. Excuses to touch

maybe too much for

others but not for us.

Lost is all sense of

time and reason, caution

meets wind so our life

can begin and begin

and begin each time

we meet. Shared space,

lost dates, a rancid hate

for your absence an

abscess on my patience.

Smiles that cannot be

contained, bodies drawn

close as magnets, clinking

together when proximity

meets possibility. Closed

world for only you and

only me where no one

can see and we can

just be. My feet turn

toward you like a

flower to the sun,

soaking in your essence

and storing it away.

Away you’ll go throwing

me onto the coals

until your return, I burn.

Vacant Eyes

Poem from my poetry chapbook: In the Feels

Vacant Eyes

I have failed and I
will fail time and
once upon a time
again not knowing
how I got here or why
I am so near the
edge, the end. But at
least I won’t have
those decisions to make
anymore I’ll just hand
all of those over to you
in their torn and
tattered sack frayed
around the edges like
a child’s well loved
toy bear. Backing
away, my eyes red my
heart dead I struggle
to turn away get
away on shaking knees
shivering core torn.

I agree to agree to
avoid the fight I
know lies in wait
so I wait too. Loathing
me I dash the tears I
plead and beg my fears
for years to draw the
end near. With a
head held high on
false sighs I meet
the gaze with vacant
eyes and pretend that
I am strong.

Dark Ocean

 

Dancing in Place

Poem from my poetry chapbook: In the Feels

Dancing in Place

With eyes thrown wide
to let in the light I
thrust a fist to the
sky. My heart so high
a red balloon, it flies
away on heaven’s breath
away and away and away.

Onward to glory never
looking back never
touching down always
keeping the feet twinkling
with the toes. With a
whoop and a shout I
dance the stationery dance
of one who has known
joy. Feet tapping hands
clapping heart keeping
time. Dreams
escape and leap forth
on fairy wings and
cloven faun hooves
prancing in the light
until it changes and
comes from another
source just as bright.

My thoughts scatter,
skittering like Autumn
leaves a merry sound.

My victory lap is sweet
and the heat flushes
my cheeks but I don’t
care. It’s there, beating
in my chest pounding
upon its bony prison
to be let out where its
joy would know no
bounds. Exhausted I
fall to my knees and
yet every part of me
cannot contain itself.

Sunlight

Walking Away

Poem from my poetry chapbook: In the Feels

Walking Away

Wanting to say words
I know I shouldn’t
if only the pain wouldn’t
feel so much. Needing
to go, always stopping
at the door knowing
my regrets will be made
by your anger. The haze
just a phase that falls
down around my ears
dimming the sight more
wholely than night’s dark
blanket of stars. Cold anew
an attachment askew
a lifetime of never should
have dones and glad of
where I’ve beens. Closing
windows to block the
wind carrying sounds
of change of strange
ideas or feels. Now
weird and wired our
life is led by ourselves
outside ourselves. Myself
a stranger to the one
inside calling out as
friend in a voice
only known to a foe
as I know and go to
where I hear not the
chanting lament of my
dreams turning away
from me. I see I
see. I flee. And let them
go.

Dark Sky

 

Heavy Sigh

Poem from my poetry chapbook: In the Feels

Heavy Sigh

Words flowing, tumbling
from stumbling lips.

Hands grabbing hands no
other dance to be known
or shown with a shaking
head, a clenching jaw.

Scraping the pain from
my face with a weary
hand, a restlessness
that cannot be tamed.

Choices upon choices
with none to be the
decision the indecision
cleaving a breast in
three where a tree
may grow, however
slow before its shade
can offer relief.

Tree

 

In the Feels

Poem from my poetry chapbook: In the Feels

In the Feels

That moment when you
feel it wishing you
could heal it but
knowing there is no
use for it. And so you
let it go. Reaching,
never preaching of
something more, through
the next door or around
the next corner. Cruising
through life, through time
and space, running a
race you can’t win.

In the sun, in the rain,
you’ll see it again and
again. Plodding, leaping,
sliding through this
novel called life we
wait for that ever
lingering moment
when we feel Something
or anything because
we’ve all felt nothing
and that is no way
to travel. We all live
for the moments that
smash us, caress us,
careen into us like
drunken cats on just
washed floors,
paws splayed and
tail fluffed like a crazy
bottle brush with claws
until we slam into
someone else. Another
soul seeking to feel
something or anything.

Waiting for a sucker
punch right in the feels.

Image by: DTL (http://mrg.bz/AsSBzi)

Image by: DTL
(http://mrg.bz/AsSBzi)

 

Weak in the Knees

Poem from my poetry chapbook: In the Feels

Weak in the Knees

I became still when
they handed you to me.

Sucking in my breath
through my nose I
could smell the scent
of me and you combined.

Ten toes, ten fingers my
belly flat where once
you lingered and slept.

Welcome to the world my
little one, may the
joys and delights of
your earthly plunder
astonish me and blow my
eyes wide with wonder.

My heart, my love, my
boy among men, never
be what anyone tells
you to be but only
be that which you
can describe with a
rushing of blood and a
disorientation of place,
of space, of grace so
that you are made awkward
by the beauty of it.

Hold someone you love
and grow still, the kind
of stillness that makes
you suck in your
breath because you’ve
forgotten to breathe, been
brought to your knees,
forgotten your needs.

Baby

 

Gut Punch

Poem from my poetry chapbook: In the Feels

Gut Punch

Hit me like a punch
to my gut make my
lunch wanna come
back to see the light of
day and night and day
is almost over yet I
hover waiting for the
frozen inevitable that
hangs suspended in
reality like a piece
of pineapple in a jello
mold. It grows old, so
I’m told to hold your
breath for the unachiev-
able, the unbelievable but
the undeniable truth is
that we have nothing
else to do with the
knowledge that has been
crammed down our
throats. Open up here
comes the train, the
plane, this is insane
I can’t swallow, can’t
follow where you lead.
I can only see, can’t
move my feet. My eyes
won’t blink and I think
this is it, the end, but
I pretend it’s not. I
take a breath and blow
it out and the world
begins to move.

Frozen