almost one year later.

so, i've not been on this thing is so very long, but i've got some new and new-ish stuff i wanna make sure doesn't get destroyed permanently in case something were to ever happen to my computer.

i write a bit, and these are my most recent ones.  i kinda like 'em.

arms

my arms remain creased
in the shape of your bust
unwilling to forget how
it feels when you're within

i never knew it possible
to miss your breath
your fingers
your neck-
all of the things i may take
for granted-
so much
but from this moment forth
i shall cherish
every inch

babyboy

Beneath the semblance of bravery and buoyancy,

throbs a brilliant boy’s heart born to be bombarded by a barrage of bad dreams

and betrayal of babbling brethren.

Unable to ebb his stable brooding of bygone bothers and nearby banes

that clamber through his beguiled brain,

…yet still able to battle for a belief in beauty and benevolence.

You may doubt you have beheld his troubles,

But you bore into his baby blues day by day.

gates

and i'll never hesitate
to use the key that unlocks
between
my heart and my head
the bars of steel that so
comfortably confine
everything you never wanted to escape
from its fleshy fortress

love

love is a dangerous river to tread
its waters dark and deep
yet those who choose to tread with caution
find fruit so easy to reap

walk with heed round the shards of heart
strewn so loosely about
for if you fail to watch your step
you'll quickly be without

love is a mountain, tall and wide
the face a beautiful mess
choose carefully where you place your hand
or down you shall digress

with no sherpas we must scale
no packing mule or ass
carry your own baggage to the peak
good fortune you will amass

love is a flame whose beauty endangers
both skilled and unskilled hand
slowly it dances its wind-blown dance
your attention it does demand

the most tender touch or firmest fist
can silence its bright glow
yet who should soften the most powerful force
so that no emotion should flow?

love is the music to which all sing
writing the notes takes time
even when written, the song's hard to exhale
with intricate cadence and rhyme

yet no creature can do this verse justice
no matter how skillful the bird
the most beautiful song ever written
by its nature shall never be heard

map

i put you on a pedestal
but i think you fear the heights
i expressed to you what's in my heart
but i think you fear the depths

happiness is finding a medium
somewhere in between
grazing the clouds and
feeling the heat of the core

fear is not a roadmap
telling you left here, right there

yet you let it drive you
farther
farther
farther
away

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