kite
13 August 2013
kite
I’ve held the string tight
running with my ideas
hoping they would fly
But it’s harder than it looks
to get them off of the ground.
of love
13 August 2013
of love
of love, only memories
can be written by me now
what was, or what almost was
is all that remains.
of love, I no longer dream
those voices have been silenced
they’ll not call my name again
this side of Heaven.
return to mystery
13 August 2013
return to mystery
I used to wonder, imagine, and ask
’til life taught me to always wear a mask
to simply not care about what I see
I’ve lost the magic and the mystery.
I’ve lost the magic and the mystery
the child-like joy of new discoveries
that fascination which held me spellbound
when questions still meant answers could be found,
when questions still meant answers could be found
before "because" or "no" were the only sounds
when saying "I don’t know" was not a crime
and when mystery was still worth my time.
and when mystery was still worth my time
words sung even if they didn’t rhyme
I wonder if that sense can be restored?
Can I return to what I had before?
momentarily
13 August 2013
momentarily
insects buzzing in time with
traffic on the interstate
drowned out by a passing train
momentarily.
summerfall
13 August 2013
summerfall
ripe watermelon
sprinklers on grass
evening bonfires
thunderstorms
everything changes
much too fast
sometimes.
simple
13 August 2013
simple
I hate the obvious,
those things about myself
that I know I cannot deny.
I can’t avoid them,
nor just ignore them.
I can’t cover them up,
gloss them over,
laugh them off,
or make excuses for them.
I either accept them as-is
or I change them.
It’s always that simple.
in love with love
13 August 2013
in love with "love"
I think I’m in love
with the thought of loving you
see the difference?
It’s a selfish illusion,
that will never satisfy.
trampled flowers
13 August 2013
trampled flowers
you get over it,
sometimes, eventually,
like trampled flowers
your love, offered, rejected
your beauty left to wither.
Purple's Platitudes 