Midnight thoughts
Intrude on seductive sleep
And push it away,
Pulling my mind
Into a late night tango
Of past moments and parallels.
This exhausting dance,
My body moving to the tempo,
Keeps moving to the music
Until my legs can’t keep up.
These thoughts,
These nights,
These unforgettable moments
Make for mental messes
To be ignored- an insomniac’s gift-
Until the next late night
Where my mind won’t stop dancing
To the beats of the past.
Let’s reminisce
About the days
When we were old enough
To know better
But young enough
Not to care.
When we spent
Our hard earned money
On temporary satisfaction
Gone as soon
As they’d been obtained.
Liquid courage
To get us through
The days to come-
And the only things
We have to show
For our mistakes
Are the friendships
That made us stronger
And the lessons
We’ll never forget.
You are more
Than the sum
Of your lessons
Since the beginning of your time,
Stepping stones that lead
To potential
Forks, pitfalls, and hills
On this journey of life.
You are more
Than the difference
Of past and future colliding
The Impossible distance
From where you’ve been
And the peaks you’ve conquered
To where you’ll go
Speeding ahead into the unknown.
You are more
Than the quotient
Of your loved ones
Provided by a lottery
Good or bad
And the ones you choose
To reveal yourself to
Based on circumstance.
You are more
Than the product
Of society and individuality,
Pressure and instinct,
Colluding with each other
In public and in private
To create a version of yourself
For your success.
You are more
Than a complex equation
Of contradictories
That takes time and patience
For a solution.
You are more.
You are so much more.
A metamorphosis
Shedding skin
Beauty
And youthful wonder
To gain something more mature.
It’s not abandoning the old
But keeping it in a memory box
Pulling out the past
To renew
Become anew.
I wonder
What my life would be
Had I never met you.
It would have been bliss
Not to endure
The lie, fights, pain
And ignorance.
But where would I be today
If I hadn’t been
By your side
When no one else was?
Would I know how
To support myself and others?
Would I love to teach growth?
Would I love to heal
Tender wounds with tender words?
Are these traits
Ingrained in me
Or were they gifts from the past?
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Her scales-
A delicate balance
Between lust&grace
And a fatal endless agony
Smooth to the touch
Thick as the fear and desire
Her forked tongue tastes
In the air.
She’s beautiful
And she’s got her sights set on you.
She’s poised
Statuesque
But before you know it
She strikes
Leaving you
Without the hope of survival.
He saw her, the great white buffalo,
The only woman who had escaped Bill’s
Grasp. When she left, he had become defunct.
Seeing her again was like witnessing a child who
Was unaware of their surroundings, but used
Their childhood to
Their full advantage. A ride
That would end a
Lot faster than the watersmooth-silver
Of the moon on the horizon, or a lone stallion
Finding a new herd and
Feeling alive once more. Her eyes break
Away from his… onetwothreefourfive
Seconds before she realizes its him. Pigeonsjustlikethat,
She thinks as she moves toward him. As he stares at her dumbfounded. Jesus,
What was she about to do?
He
Was
A
Handsome
Man
But she had known men like him before and
They had never been what
She expected. “I
just want…”
I don’t know what to
Do, she shakes her head, I don’t know…
“All I know is
Right now is the only thing we have for sure. How
Do we proceed?” He stares at her a minute more. “Do
You know how long I’ve waited for you?
How long I’ve waited for you to look at me like
You never wanted to lose me again? Gazing at me with your
Gorgeous blueeyed
Soul.” It was true, he was now a man that had developed from a boy.
He had grown, he was mature. “I’ll be your Mister”
He grins and thinks, ’til death.
I see a girl with emerald eyes
That glisten and ensnare
The world with it’s skies
Without the slightest care,
Free from what’s soon to destroy her.
I see a girl with eyes so cool
For they’ve seen the world fall
To armies so cruel
That they’ll take it all
Away for the chance to entrap her.
I see you with your eyes cast down
A single glance and I peruse
A distinctly permanent frown
From the emotional abuse
That you let yourself go through.
There’s a man at the top of the hill
Just sitting
Maybe he’s resting-
His tired limbs, tired body
Carrying such a heavy soul
So close to the sky.
Maybe he’s reflecting-
His mind stuck wandering
Between past and present
And all the things he would change.
Maybe he’s retiring-
Giving up on the life
That was so harsh to him
Starting a new one in tune with nature.
I don’t know why he’s there.
Maybe he doesn’t either.
In front of me
You stand
In black and white
A 50’s dream
With suit-clad arms by your side
Raising up
As if lifted by clouds
To rest on my generous hip
And outstretched hand
As the music begins.
Behind me
Stands my past
With magnified eyes
Waiting for me to get lost
In the distraction of music
And misstep
Landing a sharp-as-a-knife-heel
In the heart of your foot
So they can shout
I KNEW SHE WOULD HURT YOU!
But what’s behind you?
I can’t see
For the room is too dark
From the extinguishing sneers of my past
Reducing the fiery passion
Creating tension between your body
And my own.
But I want to know so badly
Regardless of how hard you try
To stand in my way
I’ll step to the right
And see your face
I’ll step to the left
And you’re there with me.
Hold me close until the song ends
Until then,
We’ll keep dancing
In time and rhythm
Side to side.