heart – Page 3 – Poétique

Spindrift

She stood outside and cried
Inexplicably in front of me

It was like she was
Saying goodbye
Without saying a word
Just tears

She came there deliberately
Shadowing the street
Like an intruder that
Needed support

Like a burglar
Up for stealing everything
Including your heart

But what did she mean
To do by coming and never
Returning?

Closed closed closed

I need a friend
Who can anchor my abilities
Encouraging my persistence
Reflect my cosmic powers
Eye contact that says yes
You can! Because I
Still believe that you’re
Incredible

What is this deep sense
Of hurt that requires a
Modern reckoning?

As I hold her
On the sidewalk
And she shakes with
Sobbing sounds
I feel her ache
I draw her pain inward

And yet I never
See her again after that

Isn’t life amazingly
Strange

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

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

Something came
Into my mind last night
The head was covered
In fluffy white feathers
Like a rounded square
The dancing man says
Everything will be fine
Play a record
Watch the sun go down
Accept the uncertainty
Of your existence
Before you came into this world
The choice had been made
That’s philosophy
And in my Greek heart
I desperately need
Words to explain things
And in my Finnish heart
I know the snow
Will melt before the end
And in my French heart
Longing for romance
To fill this gap
But also
To distract us
A senseless life
At the decisive
Moment of contact
So we
Swallow the next years
Unknown events
Story of the future
Lament
Longing for music
Touch this hand
You will feel the
Vibrations of my heart
Produce a loving energy

Voyaging

Tea ceremony to make us whole
The oblivion of Morpheus seems to be
A perpetual state of mind
Awake, asleep or dreaming
As if someone was going to
Break into my account to
Write poetry on my behalf
Is it really necessary
To lock me out
Hinging on what will be and a
Tongue in the corner of my mouth
Soft lips touching
Abrasive ground and mindful
Rushing out of things
Instead of in what is whatever?
Do we head to South Africa
Watch our membranes waggle
In Afrikaans roll our eyes
And find a trampoline or a hammock to
Lay together on with something
To make us complete like two stars
Full of electric juice not too soon
Will we fade and our passions
Burning hot like lights
Filaments you can’t put
Your fingerprints on
Branding your mark on my heart
Fill my sky; blind me

Junkyard Heart

People maurading through the streets
Every dance floor in the city
Has seen his feet seagulls cry
In morning light and ferris wheels
Are tempting stories of making out

We aren’t going anywhere
But we aren’t children anymore
The water is only one hundred
Feet away and the dream of
Remembering how to kiss a stranger
Is an easy one to stake

In the tree there were so many birds
Small and large tiny ones too
I was chasing insects up the bark
To feed them all when I noticed
That their size was comparable to
Some of the smallest fledglings
At first I was nervous that
The bugs might score but then
I witnessed the birds enjoying one bite
After the other they were winning!
Had it never occurred to me
However that everyone needs to eat?

The wharf was kind of perfect on
Mornings like these observing
All the wildlife filling up their gullets
With a cool drink of rainwater
While nothing stopped the harbor,
Ever pressing courageous sensitivity
Was showing up at every corner of his heart
Starting from the north point

There was evidence of a struggle inside
But the gentleman driving the vessel
Hadn’t quite given up on the want for
And desire to abridge his destiny in love
When his brain came to it was
A waking life of friendly misbehaving
That enticed a little memory of adventure
Something he never quite gave up on
But somehow lost sight of in his masonry
To build a safe home inside his heart

Strings

You use your heart to decide
Not the argumentative brain
My heart math says the most
Meaningful color is blue but
Even mavi is empty if the
Interpretation leaves a blank space
On the vertical line
We’re sliding down
All the way into the
Definition of gravity rock bottom

Lights dangling half broken bulbs

What clarity lives on an
Open counter where the drinks are
Being served but not enjoyed
More questions than answers
I smile at the catechism

Interrogatory harmonium
We wish for light years to become
One trip to the corner market

This will be the last time
Maybe the change is the price we pay

Heart Syndrome

It’s all a sham
You say you live with a healer
But somehow you both have
Missed my broken heart syndrome
Signals like doppler rings
In the obvious air
Running round and round
No response because
You’re wrapped up in
A television that doesn’t care
In events that have you laughing
Wrapped up in the wine and in
Yourselves which is an
Okay place to be wrapped up
You have one another and
That is what matters in the end
I have finally figured out
What makes it so difficult
To feel important as a friend
Simple, because I’m not
Like a do-over again
Your priorities are aligned
With one another
You both help lift each other
Up and this is the answer
The hope to the prayer
My work is done here
Amen

Logical Heart

Dismissed, unimportant feeling unwanted?
Interruptions brushing you off aren’t valid:
Devaluation roughly runs you through the thorns,
Time lost for morrow overwhelms even the youngest;
Moonchild rolling out beneath the gorgeous green,
In blue lit shadows that highlight ravine your curling lashes;
Though answers are both craved and plagued,
A most beautiful dark mystery is bubbling;
Watch as the equinox is shifting the serene,
As accusations could dissipate reactions;
Whether we land in pools of pitch or face the sun,
The hands of multi-universal clocks keep ticking:
So must we also stand to be existing woefully,
Defining what is not and what could also soon near be.

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