The color of love
Mister sister
brother mother
dad little lad
girl with a curl
how have you lost
the color of love
Sign dine
drink think
listen what’s miss’n
day with no sun
how have you lost
the color of love
Pity city
train complain
whistle and whittle
old story told
how have you lost
the color of love
Crazy lazy
deep deep
tomb will loom
tears follow fears
summers when you lost
the color of love
Gather matter
feel heal
space to embrace
harvest returns the seed
the color of love
Meaning leaning
piece peace
feet on street
how will you find
the color of love
Listen #I
My head is bursting
My heart a racing pace
My stomach spewing vomit
Up and down my face
I told you weeks ago
I didn’t feel quite right
You insisted you had a plan
Up all night we fight
The blade is sharp
The reflective tip so fine
Pierce my tongue hold my lips
The blood that drips is mine
You say you think of me
The cost and toll I pay
Play along your silly games
Always do as you say
I’ve learned another lesson
One you’ve taught so well
Beneath shadows in the dark
You cast your mighty spell
Sleep is what I need
Sleep calls my wretched name
My head lost in a rotten pillow
Sleep finally ended your game
Listen #II
I feel you forced me into what you wanted to do
I feel you never listened to me if you had you’d have a clue
All I see and feel is mystery down that path
Repeated miles no end in sight you go do the math
Something’s missing I feel it just doesn’t seem clear
You tell me it’s my problem a deep hidden fear
I listen to your advice your words enter me
I wonder if you wonder what I might be
I can’t travel empty miles for nothing in return
My heart’s desire ravages uncontrolled burn
I’m lost in your journey one you made for me
I can’t be what you want if I’m not free
To breathe and walk and think and get lost
To read and write about all the hidden cost
It’s not very glamorous it’s obvious you want more
I’m tired of trying to figure things out I’ll shut the door
As
I leave I go on my own
No
maps no plans I have no way
Open
my heart to a world unknown
Empty
places is where I’ll stay
* For a lost,gentle, kindred spirit
Transcend
Tonight I read my most sacred of poems
Of love lost and gained and lost again
To a small audience sitting in rows
Nestled in a small country town
Most if not all who came I have known this life
Sharing as family and friends so often do
The joys and sorrows held in life’s hand
Now being exposed in my intimate poems
But I noticed off in a corner a woman and man
It was obvious to all they were from afar
Or at the very least not knowing of or by this crowd
Yet it was the man’s intensity of how he listened
With his eyes piercing my soul with each syllable breathed
Like he knew before knowing and hearing my verse
Exactly what it was I felt when writing this memory
And we connected as a poem is supposed to do
Mine and his radiating between us
A deep fiber in my heart tweaking life
I knowing exactly what he felt hearing mine
Some knowing him better than others
As his breathing beautiful poems brought tears to my eyes
Receipts
Receipts are great reminders
Of the past
Of what was
Where you where
What you were doing
But they don’t answer why
The ‘why’ is always the mystery
The unknown
But that seems fine in the life of the receipt
Just there
Stuck between the pages of a book for years
Never complaining about the encroaching yellow
Finally slipping out
Floating gently to the floor
Tenderly picked up by the young teen’s fingers
Turned, read, caressed
Not since being tucked away before your birth
But somehow I knew
Some day you would find this
And you would think me
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