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To JoyThis is poetry.When the words are no longer wordsbut emotions brought to lifeswirling around youand making you dance with themas Joy fills your soulsmiles at you with her happy grinand tapdances around the cold rootsin the soil of your heartwarming them and making them growtoward the sun that is waitingto show you a new dayThis is truth.When you no longer read the linesbut feel them in your beingwhen your lips stop phrasing the wordsand your heart simply sings alongwhispers mixing with tearsfor something you have never experiencedbut suddenly understandas if you had been there with herThis is life.When you can say you were therein the depths of someone's abyssand you feel a deeper truththan they could have ever spokenwith mere lipserviceThat is what a poet doespulls you in and makes you feelthings you may never feel againwhispers things to your heartthat you never knew you didn't knowand that is why we readthe words.
StrongerSometimes character comesin the color of bloodand maturity lieswithin a heart's old woundsthe scars that remind youwho you have been andin order to knowwhere we arewe must always rememberwhat we have come fromin order to findwhere we need to bewe must first knowwhere we werethe scars we bearhave many formssome seenand some hiddenbut they all make us strongerif we choose to let themif we fight to make it throughwe are betterafter it's overlike molten goldtested by firewe are what we have become.I am my scars.And I am stronger nowthan I ever thought I would be.
I Lost You Today6/9/01I lost you today.My insides were scraped outuntil I had nothing leftand I cried until I thoughtthe salt of my tears wouldburn a hole in my skinI never knew what I haduntil it was too lateif I knewI would have tried harderI have blamed GodI have blamed myselfworking too many hoursand not taking care of what was importantbut in the endI know there was nothinganyone could have doneI will never sing songs to youin the dead of nightas I hold youand I will never smileinto eyes that watch my every moveGive yourself time to healthen try again, they sayBut I don't want to try againI don't want another.I want you.And there is nothing I can do now.So I say goodbyeto everything we could have been.I never even knew if you were a boy or a girl.
Cold Kiss MorningThey visit me every night now.The ghosts of years to cometaking their places next to my bedfear incarnate choosing its shapeas I lay awake and alonetheir icy fingertips caressthe hollow of my throatand cold lips gently, softly kissthe corner of my mouthteasing me with the ideaof stealing my breathwhile my body lies at restI pray to the god of the lonelymercy for this humble soulI do not wish to die alonewithout a caring face in my slowly dimming viewI want;I needsomeone there to cling toin the last moments beforeI make my walkinto eternitysomeone who will let their smilebe the last thing I seeand their touch on my facethe last thing I will ever need to feel...and as my pleading tears bring with themthe long-awaited first light of dawnI watch the spectres as they fadeand I take a deep breath.It is morning.
CommDev Coop- EuphoriaI dreamt of your voice last night.As sleep's pixie dust settledon my eyelidsand my lips curled slightlyin a slumbering smileI slide my toes down the sheetand I listen to the softspoken toneof your wordsthe music of your laughremembering every secondof the last time I heard yousay my nameI could listen to you forevertalking your silly nonsenseor discussing the depths of lifeimagining your faceas I watch your lips form the wordsand your eyes give them their meaningThe lyrics of your spoken songbeckon me to followfurther into your dreamlandand I run after you in my mindwhile my body slumbersI draw myself up tight into a ballwanting to hold the feeling within meas long as I canuntil I hear the dawn callingand I must let go of your fingertipsto make my way back to the dayas my eyes slowly openI hear your whispered goodbyesand I smile to myself.Until tonight, my love.
To My Brotherhe had eyes of hazel brownwith flecks of gold and greenand his smile was matched in beautyonly by his precious little giggleonce he tried to use his toesto count in kindergarten class,and he had an affinity forevery type of creature thatwould make a mother scream.guiltless face,but a devilish grinthat hid the softest heartI have ever known.His kindness to others becamealmost a loving joke,as the little old ladies in townwould pinch his cheeks andslip him candy after he spenthours on their lawns and sidewalks.But little boys never stay so precioustime doesn't let themand soon my darling brother wasgetting into fights.With me.Hairpulling and kicking andonce I tied him downso my other 3 brothers could seek revengefor a nasty prank he pulledthat had something to do with snakes, dead mice and bedsand once he tipped over the boatwe were fishing incontent to be wetas long as I was tooputting sticks in the spokes of my bikebragging to everyone that he was aSU
Things You Have Not Dreamed OfI have done things you have not dreamed of.I have watched a blood red sun slideinto the crinkled, aqua colored silkof the seaas I dove out of billowing cloudsand felt my craft respondas if it were part of meI have flown with the birdsand smiled as they waved to meas an equalI have gently pulled backas I sped down the asphaltand felt the power lift mefrom the bonds that hold us allto this plane of dirtI have spun my craftlike a child's toyand laughed in delightas it weaved a twisted pathacross the playground of skyand I have criedas the wheels finally touch downand I am suddenly, unspeakablymortal againbound hereuntil I can take my place once againwithin the realms of angelsand become more than I amas I fly.
Why I Choose To Be a PoetI love to write.to feel the emotions welling upinside my heartbegging for releasewaiting, pen poised,for the wordsthat will make them movein sorrowful marchor joyful songI love to watchthe colors take shapefrom single linesinto an abstract that defines mea portrait of my most intimate thoughtsI fear the vulnerabilitythat this open door bringsbut I welcome the freedomthat I feel when it finishes itselfand I can step backand read it as if it were someone elsedetach myself from the pain that wasand recognize itfor the part of my life that it isI welcome the joythat I feel when I can relivethe happy moments that becomeimmortalized in simple wordsfor me to cherishand I treasure the linesthat have come to bemore truth than these lips can speak.
My Lover the Stormi lay out in a summer showerkissing the warm raindropsas they touch my lipsand slide down my neckthey feel more sensualthan a lover's lipstrailing wet kissesdown my bellythe thunder sings to mein its low, seductive growlsand the gentle lightningilluminates my nearly nude bodymaking its paleness glowwith an ethereal beautylike a lover who givesall he isand then is goneso the storm is as it touchesthen gives way to the sunshineand so i raise my arms over my headstretch my body outfeel the rain as it caressesevery inch of my skinhe will be gone soonso i close my eyespart my lipsand let the drops touch my tonguelet my fingertips trail downuntil they rest at my sidesand i fall asleepin the arms of the passing summer storm.