Poetry Blogs (belonging)
In the dimming garden
beneath the belt of Venus
fingers grip a bottle
a nightcap alone
Finally, I belong
finally, I belong to someone
how I’ve run from this
for so long
Now, nothing makes me happier
nothing makes me feel more sure
than knowing that you’re waiting
There were so many jokers
in the deck
the two of hearts, too many cards
and still dealing, still dealin...
Friday 4th October 2019 12:45 pm
Too long, too long
I’ve been too proud
to let myself lay open
to open myself to love
and follow the flow
But the power lines crackle overhead
as we walk beneath
I reach my fingers for yours
feel the sparks fly
the way they always have
Too long, too long
I’ve been too scared
to belong to one
to let myself just love
chase the current
Tuesday 24th September 2019 10:25 pm
Stop, look inward.
Be aware by becoming still.
Notice your thoughts.
They are seeds.
Plant with care.
This may be difficult
because we want
but even the longest journey
a single movement.
A tower rises from
a single brick.
Don't worry about failure or success.
Step by step,
Monday 18th March 2019 8:22 pm
I represent the entirety of my peers.
I represent my profession, my passions, humanity, the man on the street.
I represent the homeless, the loveless, those with respect and those I respect.
I represent you, I represent me, I represent what "they say".
I represent facts, I represent theories, I represent questions, ideals and ideas.
I represent dreams, I represent fears,
Saturday 10th March 2018 8:26 pm
When we were children, if things hurt us we would stop
Pricking fingers on roses, desperate to feel its softness, to smell it
We would be curious and we would get hurt and we would learn a lesson from that
But as I've grown older
I've hurt myself further
I've clung to what we were as if I was gripping a rockface in a heavy storm
sometimes the storm wins
Everytime I ...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 10:10 am
I Found Where Ponce De Leon Happily Drowned
Under the dim, natural lighting of a celestial fortress forever far away
I burned my confessions into my arms.
The ashes blackened my skin; the sting was partly pleasing.
I rambled about the greatness of man’s insignificance and called it quits.
He took back his lighter and went inside
while I waded through the valley of ashes to my bike.
Wednesday 6th July 2016 12:23 am
There’s a floor called race and a home called blood,
it can be what forms you.
It can be what clothes you, what warms you as it flows through your body,
a rich honey providing brotherhood, relation, family and love -
bonds of pride which cartwheel through your body.
I have a mystery and in my father lies the clues.
I had droplets of speciality, uniqueness, distinction, excitement...
Saturday 29th November 2014 10:59 pm