Six short poems I have no plans for. Enjoy!
• torn • dreamin' of u • to get her
• signofthetimes • god's nectar •give me beauty.
Out of breath
In need of sedation
A soul in recluse
reaching inside for a helping hand
A second opinion
or a friendly voice at all
The moments that never come somehow shape who we become.
Make unarmored thoughts
I think of you
more than you do
My circadian rhythm
Trebles and hums
And our beds are twins
never full as suggested
At night’s dawn I pray
I’m the highlight of your day
– Dreamin’ of u
To Get Her
But not immature
But don't overbear
Nothing shallow though
Bond for real
Not for nuts
And lose fiction
Don't say love
And live otherwise
Shed the weapons. They no longer serve you.
Be her protector.
Therein lies your purpose and your secure escape.
That's how you grow together.
Deep in me, a breath sprouts. A faint and steady something, too frail to stand alone.
This breath lives dormant, roots gripping my core, never wilting, firm until death.
This breath swells of light in the name of salvation. A boundless beauty
Another day ends
Another shot at love and yet another shortfall.
Nights like this
I thank the Sky for my breaking spirit
Knowing one day the clouds will open
and the stars will call to me in triumph
God's nectar in hand
Reminding me that it was all a farce
Good for the greater
All in hopes of bounding a stronger spirit to sit nearest the Supreme
And indulge in the fruits of devotion and might
The Job goes on
no matter the circumstance.
give me beauty.
such thirst for sexy things clutters and empties a man like me.
presents of aesthetic triumphs and desire meet a whirling fervor
reaching further than eyes can see.
Marry me for the moment?