Soothing Hand

cool

crisp

falls on my face

like my mother's soothing hand.

the fever is placated

for just a little while.

the burning ache subsides.

dreary and wet,

you remind me of my other self.

who loves the cold.

the lightest tips of your fingers

draw patterns across my flushed face,

numbing and cooling

so i may disconnect

from feeling the red-hot glare.

until i can immerse myself

in the glaring sun again,

i'll stay here.

and splash the puddles

without a care.

It's so depressing...

to write about the petty things in life.

just deal with it.

we don't want more negativity,

and to be truthful,

we really

don't

care.

This morning

This morning was glorified,

with thoughts of light:

I woke up,

and sent my love

back to You.

Your perfect love,

your amazing love.

is untainted

and

pure

beyond belief.

Angel

In this silence,

I will listen,

For a whisper,

A feather-touch,

A rustle of wings.

A flurry – a rush of harmonious sighs

Angel, angel, please pass my way,

And give me a precious sign,

That you are here,

Passing so close that I may reach out-

And touch a tear.

Beautiful and Filled

Your emotions are beautiful to me,

Every tear that falls off your cheek,

is a diamond I am waiting to catch.

Your heart is so soft, so malleable.

It's so beautiful.

I am waiting for you to let me shape it.

When you don't know what to do,

just tell you me you love me,

and that is enough.

Melody, don't give up!

Keep on searching for me.

I know that you are trying so hard,

that you desire me.

Your love for me is so small and incomparable

when compared to my love for you.

Your name is not an accident,

I chose you to be a leader,

the brightest star in the galaxy.

You are so beautiful in my eyes.

-Lord

Rough

I really think I need to take more time on actually writing my poems. Sadly, I just try to whip something up in 5 minutes for the sake of adding something to my blog. My poems are so rough and the cadence is not even flowing.

Inspiration is hard to come by for me. I usually see an interesting photo that galvanizes (that word always me think of gas at a pump) me to write something. But I’m always in a rush; I’m afraid that if I don’t spit everything out at once, I’ll forget it and lose that little inspiration that I gleaned from that picture. And by that time, I have to go do something else….so I just quickly publish and close out…..hmmmm

Snow Diamonds

Steam billows from her warm, pink tongue,

waiting for the winter's first touch.

Alive and pulsing, her heart beats.

Her eyes flicker in the biting wind.

Trees bend under the might of the storm,

but still-

she waits.

She waits for beauty, too brief to behold,

It kills the tender green leaf; nothing stays gold,

This untouchable diamond,

delicate crystalline,

star's tears,

that no hand can ever smear.

But she waits.

Oh this child.

Pleading

Lord.....

Let me feel your presence,

I beg you,

please,

let me feel

your perfect love.

Drunken Crimson

The glass of your transparent gaze,

has shattered on the spinning floor.

Crimson tears floodgate their invisible boundaries,

staining the ivory carpet,

the

the thin membrane breaks,

tears.

I am wine-drunk

in your heady gaze

your crimson lips

your captivating presence

you have my pulsing heart,

i stagger: drunk, wasted, broken

because as wine wastes the drinker

your nonchalance wastes my soul.

Drunken crimson,

the glass breaks, and all hell breaks loose.

2010

2010

monstrosity of the occasion?

i think not.

we say that we'll change.

optimism is key

but the false truth

of it all

cannot be ignored

shall we usher in this new decade

with the commitment

needed to uphold this weighty world?