Poétique

Sur La Route

Is it a long car ride
Or finding our rhythm
Writing a song maybe
Singing it together

Long smiles
Short roads
Open fields

From the everything
Back to the everything
You give me everything

O to sleep through the night
Verily I will be peacefully
Before you in image
And in air

Just the energy of love
Keep my head on
Not screwed too tight
Just light enough to float

Cautionary protection
Guide us sings the canary
We have many birds to travel us
So many others we have loved

And there the outside is calm
And the wild is calling
And to want to be close
Is hanging at every corner
In the room

Are we adults now
When did we become this
With our hands ready
So many elements
At our whim
Coexisting

Less no
More yes

Senses

I can smell you
Even though you’re not here

I can taste the salt
At the edge of your neck
Even though I never have

Watch you grab the back
Of your head your fingers
Deep in your hair

Even this is art
To my eyes

The way you speak
Your ability to ask
For what you want

Like directing traffic
Unapologetically

There is a gap between
What we have and what is

But I can watch you from a
Different place and appreciate
You for all that you are

Whatever we think that is
Range of emotions

Watch the years grow by

Wings

Go the distance
Begin the journey

Running to scratch
At the thing that is
Going away
Before it’s too late

We are tousled
Left outside often
One eye opened
One eye closed

Life can be a gift
Or a disease

How we love it
How we live it

Partaking for goodness
Not with our head in the clouds
But actual genuine kindheartedness

Master plan of succession
Breathe easier live wiser
Laugh more smile often

Simple gages to engage
Remarkable emotions to
Behold instead of withhold
From ourselves a feast
At a table we have
Created to be
Elevated by those around us

What have we left
When we have nothing
But our best laid out in front of us
And no story to tell
How we got there

Both wheels turning
All eyes open
In need of rescuing sometimes
Or just to feel a little more
Appreciated and received

Can you see me?

Jouer

I used to want to come here
But I don’t anymore

Take a bite out of this fig
Find it healing just make time
For love and happiness

Orders coming in
Twisting buns atop your head
Falling asleep way before bed
Forgetting work make time to play

Packages call things to do
Knocking at your existence
Fight to take time
For yourself

Work can wait
Enjoyment cannot
You did a lot
You did a lot

Pet the cat
Walk the dog
Sing a song
Coasting a long

Time for fun
Time for love
Work is done
Work will get done

Better

I wanted to love you
How could you make me despise you

Real feelings shatter

Watch my body shut down
What’s the difference between
Gaslighting and manipulation

When the empath
Let’s you have your way
Will he then be forced to walk away

Let me be the fixer
No space

What’s at the bottom
Or did we already find out
Does it get any worse
Does it go any further
Will you have no limits
Forever stress

What you did to me
Will be hard to forget
What you stole from me
Only added to the weight

The security I had in you
Has been washed away
Perhaps ripped is a better adjective
That’s how it feels
I reestablished that security
In myself with how you left me

You believe you are the
Shiniest rock in the box
Our feelings don’t matter
What I thought would be my
Best choice for the rest of my career
Still hurt me in the end

When will I feel better?

Cry of the peacock
You came to me from
The other side you
Made it safely new
And fresh you brought me
Kisses that I longed for
You were as shy as you were
Before and then so
Find me grateful
As I am I held you
Again now so soon
And saw you twice
Fresh and new your
Coat warm and glistening
Soft to the touch
Crossing through the
Membrane you made it
It’s a second goodbye
But a grand hello as they
Receive you back
Into the wonder
Earth will never be
The same without you
I love you

Breaststroke

What for all this
Gashing at the internet
With full exposure
Force us all to see
We watch if we
Can’t avoid it

Love crawls out
From under a rock and
Like a thing that you forgot
Could exist you surprise
Yourself and greet it
With an honest hello

To sit down and drink
A cup of tea might be
Taking it too far but
Somehow there isn’t
Any anthem that’s being
Played to tell you not to

Later the sound of the
Lawn being mowed
Turns a few gears
Borrowing feelings from
The haircut the grass
Is experiencing

When do we agree that
We are all walking around
In a madhouse
Full of conmen

I’ve been thinking about a
Trip to the ocean
Go for a swim

Doors

Gallant fireheart
Plugging into the unknown
Receptors to receive
You in the abyss
That stands before you

Cars moving fast
In front of you
Life is so much
Our attractions are
Unexpected and
Almost predestined

Anyone missing
Still turning the key
Doors open
Will we walk through?

Questions answered
More questions asked
Sweet fragrance in the air
Wish for that always
Advise me on how to
Meet you in the garden

What time
What direction
Can you feel my posture
Towards you
Angling

Multicolored flower bracelet
On your wrist

Courtheart

Learning to love me
Is like writing a letter
On my body that arises
Humiliated to the point
That I must say thank you
Adjusting up

Let’s not be drunk and sad
But split open
Excited about the
Improbability
Like a fire
Crackling

Sparks dancing on
Our skin what then
Have we left to hide
Share the ground
With me

What would be left to
Protect me from
If they should
Fight through the
Gates of hell
To get here

Through all folktales
We can brandish the edge
Of ocean break like heaven
Still what would even
The stars hide their eyes
From if the lips of
Celestial beings should purse

For some existing
Everything is a ceaseless fight
Grab ahold of all the glitter
Just to die with it in your arms
What to be petty
Full of judgements not

Glistening on the floor
Delicious sentiments
For tomorrow

Numismatic

Sitting on her throne she hopes
That one day he’ll be happy
Redoutable fears
Rather than smeared in the
Emotional excrement of sadness

Owning his body he is
In charge of not simping around
Putting people on pedestals
Is a dangerous game

Excessive devotion
Self reciprocating
Only a crack in the door
Peaking through the
Crescent light
Lay down the laws
Of course to break them

Castrate the cruel indifference
Take hold of what is wanted
Like a knife to cut a piece
Of fruit if but to place it
On his tongue

Some sense of majesty
Would proclaim happiness
All the same at the corners
Of a curled up smile

Sensuality as money
More than silver
Some lover to pity
Or discover more than
What money is worth in
A bassinet of candlelight

Waking up is more rich
In the presence of such
Crimson bliss than
All the money in the world
Unparalleled unperished
Inner warmth
Très cher