heart – Page 4 – Poétique

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.

Love Spilt

Take me to the comfort zone
Grab your smile and
Ditch the phone
Resplendent and puffy
Soft like the clouds
You know how you wake up
One morning and realize
You don’t have to go out or to
Work that day?
Yeah like that
Pushing your face back
Down into the sheets again
Back into my chest and then
Pure pareidolia
Meaningful images in the
Portraits of our minds
Landscapes that imitate clouds
Shape the invention of our romance
Resemblance to what blue sky and
Dynamite enflamed eyes have
Carved by a laser beam into a statue
A stone shaped love spilt heart

Happy

Science and love
The wayside above
Requisite hardware
Is missing I swear
Underneath my back
Rescinded ruptures
Earthquake in my core
Full disclosure
These might be the
Erotic overtures
The devil warned me about
Would you tattle on me
If I told the world
That I loved you?
Embezzle my heart
Runaway from the start
Uncompelled to get up
Even by my own right
Needful sprawling around
I find my body is
Spread out all over the ground
Grassy floor mouth open
I watch the stars trickle out
Dancing up around your eyes
Orange moon changed tune
Sprite bones and a spark
Fold our fingers in between
Glossy melancholy dreams
You make me happy

Doorway

What happened
To the integrity
Of our memory
On shifting ground
On broken ice
Whatever was built
Whatever was found
Whatever advice
Whatever smelled nice
Has become
What my eyes wish to
Forget in a blink now to shut
Kiss goodbye
Eject the memory
Walking the tightrope
Of to whatever was before
You can show yourself
Out the doorway
Of my heart

In the Air

I’m in public
But I do not have permission
To be here
I have feelings
But they do not have permission
To be here
Chord structures
Can be built to make me cry
Why does the change
Make me want to die
Something unreachable
You want it more
I feel the world closing in
Like everyone is just against me
Is all of this untoured?
You may not have
Trampled my heart
But you left a footprint
You may not have drawn blood
But I can still smell its essence
Faintly in the air

My Heart

Thank you
For holding
My heart
Even when
I couldn’t

Dearheart

Like a channel of fire
A full on stream
Why don’t you sing something
We can all sing
Pleasure holding
The heart of a deer in her hand
A hunter and goddess
Ear to the ground
What maketh like
Irish bells grousing around
In udder disdain to be held
Crackling fire
Water wells
Fountains crowded with
Thoughts of majestic compelled
Deep dark green
Glowing up on the edges
To light the foot path
As a neon light shimmers
Twice in each eye
Not as a tear
But as a wood nymph
Might cry passing by
The remnants of a forest
Once thriving now
Burned in blue sky
Hold thy head up to
Fear and the passionate deer
Will guide you blindfolded
Through the dancing
Rainbows of darkness
Into the golden light
Of a swinging chair
Hung from the clouds
Woven from sunrise

Orlando

A priestess nest
Tightly woven
Sexless
And pendant
One and the same
My fortune
Is your tempest
Let impudence
Rain on since
Courageless soil
Pour it cannot
An empty birth

By that edifice
We shall rise
Accustomed to our
Sacred sense
Of separateness
And transmigration
Linked from
The opposite ends
To the beginnings
This is my reverence
My supple being

In one finds it not
Pasturable
Sadly mistaken
His eyes would
Open to the light
Of our betrothed
And beckon not
A branch so
Intertwined
In sanctuary mind

Mine alone is delicate
Forlorn is my beset
And yet my heart is yours
With tenderness
I will comfort this
That breaches every distance
What mankind has severed
And bestowed