Poetry Collection (Tears and Later Years) – Poem 17/100 – “I came here to Remember”

I came here to repeat words
from a voice that tells its soulful song,
from a muted bird. I came here
to see what will never
come back to me.
Like springtime jealousies
mourning over losses
of unshaped emptiness,
of a white canvas,
of a tabula rasa gifting opportunity
for all enslaved colors.

You are a body’s length
buried, in soil, uneven
with the heartbeat of mine that goes
empty into noon.
Faltering too soon.

We are here
remaining equal,
in our promise to meet.
We are here,
hearing what little of life
is left to keep.

I came here to remember
a softness that goes
unapproached in the fall
of snowflakes, from a gray sky.

I am adjacent to frozen reflections
in once-teeming ponds, lakes,
though never oceans.

Upon oceans, I can walk on,
without ever drowning.
Upon glassy reflections,
I can stay stable, without ever
going overboard. That is me
in mirrored stars,
among those mountainous scars.

This is you, residing in sights I have seen,
though never completely believed.

I live, I love,
buried in your horizon,
in the split between an eclipse
and a beating ruby
encased in a brittle skeleton.

For those eyes, I remember.
For that skin I used to sink within,
I am a ship that crawls,
weeping with all these grains
encrusting through these fingers,
creating these same stains
I always remember.

Poetry Collection (Tears and Later Years) – Poem 16/100 – “Once more to Recognize”

I live. Your streaming fingers
trace veins where should be scars,
pass along scars where should be
your hollow kisses.
I keep connecting you
to those long pathways
where I deserted old photographs,
where I left those notes
that described all your details.
I want, though cannot
bury you, again, in a heart
made to somehow
keep beating.

You are cemented in corridors,
added as each block
to build a congested hallway.
All feelings clogged,
clotted in broken arteries
of these long stretches,
past where you tremble,
along where you soared
while you hear me screaming
every word of submission.

Those loose knots,
tight entanglements.
All irreparable symptoms
becoming clarity’s sickness.
Those connected wires
that no longer bind,
with those sudden tremors
before all tensions that blind –
I delved into your weeping heart
to exit outside of mine.

All this longing
combined with all this echoing,
as I am passing a sobbing voice
down an eternal expanse,
represents you in passion’s fire,
leaves you reflected in water
that stains these fingertips
from shallow puddles
in earthen eyes.

Poem – “The Woman throughout” – Modern Romanticism – 11/10/2021

You hold candles to burn us to
Specks upon an aching shoulder.
Why fall, when we knew
To give the ocean its space?
One final teardrop breaks into cinders,
With heat upon your form I trace.
Walk back those eyes
From afar, to bleeding arms.

Do not stop sinking
Even when reaching the end of me.
You were strong upon your own scenery.
Never decide, so near
That we can smother the sounds,
Among feelings that disappear.

Never stay to disguise
Golden textures within your eyes.
Be as beautiful as the flood
That enters, to recede.

Hold those candles to highlight
Ourselves, as dust atop petals in flight.

Never fall, while the pain madly calls
You, to be among
Salience, your presence in heart.

Stay upon another silence, another’s hall –

Where your portraits would not shatter,
Upon where loss cannot matter.

Poem – “Let None Worship her” – Love Poetry – 6/20/2021

You were not meant to be
A god’s pet or a priest’s belief.
You were meant to be reborn
In arms as broken as yours.
Strained wrists, palms are torn,
While waters exit from eyes
To see the same sort of skies.

While the world uncovers
Shredded skin, dusted flesh
Beneath sheets atop bed of death –

Love reveals a grave reality
That nothing sworn to can be symmetry.

Her insecurity weeps the pages to turn
To an ending as disappointing
As the forgetful beginning.

Still to love for the stagnant
Arrangement in everything elegant.
Even as winter sits with patience
Upon her shoulders, filling presence –

While these arms cannot be mended.
Lift her veil to see diamond-
Shaped tears, pledging a course
Towards trembling lips.
Kiss her in the cold air.

Never mend her, never send her
To anything blissful
As an occupied Heaven.

Poem – “All Weight of Love” – Love Poetry – 6/19/2021

The ill times in which
All wounds were unstitched.
Unbound, to bring the sigh,
Aimless as the goodbye,
Wishful with the fateful decline
In life’s caretaking sunshine.

We wished to keep travelling
Within overburdened arms.
A caress to keep the sun up high,
One kiss to hush the painful cry.

We wept for all the broken
Times we were unspoken.

Failing to swim, apart
From the other, in our hearts
While knowing sadness was the waves
We mistook for the warming years.

Love shows its signal,
Sweeping frozen arms, overboard,
Leaping from burning ledges
A pair of feet were placed.
For love, in what stands
Can be for gentle, broken hands.

We leave the teardrops to collect
Their stains to match our feet,
Walking over crimson sheets.

Poem – “What it means to Love” – Love Poetry – 6/19/2021

It is a pathway
Upon another, to a gateway
For another, towards her arms.
A challenge with no alarm
With the tears that run
To wake a man to the sun.

Someone says to the final word
That the shadows are all broken
With the fade of her.
A longing to a passage, a scripture,
One fault, alone in the winter.

One chance, to live for the summer,
For its winds to breathe us together,
For stretching faces to sing –

What kisses on smiles can bring.
Love quells the last residue
Tears can bring of nothing new.

Upon the arctic melt,
Forms awake, for all is felt.

Her stare, sending me to daylight,
While winter lingers here
For a shadow longer,
With miles of her curves.
In the dust, we never swerve.

Miniature Poetry Collection – 5 Poems – “Skull of All I Loved” – Romanticism – 2/24/2021

Poem #1

“Awaiting Fog”

The thickness
Around your eyes.
Smother your discomfort
With ease and surrender,
For defeat to shed
Ashes to your toes.

Dance with the deepest sighs
To plume from reddest lips.
Give finality
To each falling grace.
Grab your basket
Full of the scenery you plucked,
To birth taste, from your tears.

Drunk on sorrows,
Amorous with your fears.
Laid there, not curving
To the unkind memories
That leave you open.

Sadness descends
From eyes, pulled apart,
With the cries
Among the laughter,
Not told apart.

Poem #2

“Wanting you here”

The paths our eyes bleed,
Down to the forests
Grasped in our hands,
Leaves stains, made as lakes,
Ripples waves,
Dry to the tongue.

I have laughed,
In want of a final memory
To scream our worlds close,
Full to the song
Of lungs that breathed you,
For eyes that watched you.

Of oceans, between,
Losing scarlet from your lips
In the sunset,
As you see sunrise
Engulfing the trees,
Standing up the buildings.

Leaking world
Carrying loss,
Edging out a horizon’s fold
Upon a chapter,
Where stars collide
With the black of our covers.

Poem #3

“Peeling Tears away”

Save the world
From simple imagery.
As loss falls together
With loss,
Some sighs were breathed
As though netted
By the one
Who gave the last kiss.

To graves, full of burial
For tears to water the garden
Where life begins
To churn, as a soft petal
Loses its grip
To become the pillow
To smother the eyes
Of a wilted corpse.

Some sighs were never heard,
As some winds
Are never felt.

To the tears that lose
Their precious hold,
Like petals to purify us.

Coldness from the bucket,
Drawn from the well
Of blemished sadness,
Of great burns upon the flesh
While water collides
With cremation,
To makes the ashes more visible
Than the loss.

Poem #4

“Dance, to Catch the Rain”

Waste not
The places you love,
Dearest dear.
You drink the gifts.
Of ribbon,
Dressed of paper,
Colored by children
Your eyes ignored.
They looked to your heart,
If not to your breast.

Await the words,
While sadness manages you,
Keeps you settled.
Hug close, the ghost,
For he has been the dark
In your heart.

Live the world, apart
From plainest, cruel winter
Inside where memories are yours,
The keen side
Of all that decors,
Beyond all that decays.

The losing battle,
Of a side that never takes
The grave deceased.

The undergoing struggle,
With death locked
Out its own door.

Poem #5

“A Wilderness of Wishes”

All great runaways
For their dreams, to never envision
A rope would take their neck,
As stars would circle,
To burst.

All fumbled comparisons
Drive the deep glow
Of paradise, deeper below.
Why do the people
Sing on?

Trees, same as tumbling
The fewest ants
Are not ever the type
To remember
What hearts quitted their rhythm,
With the stains of sap
From crumpled bark.

Lose the neck,
While the same cage
Surrounds the same book
Of the same burned page,
Staining fingers
Of the same familiar soot.

Poem – “Reveal to Me” – Romance – 9/23/2020

Reveal to me
What can fall through
Silver clouds, and silver moon.
Reveal to me
All I can catch for the timeless chords
Chiming until the meadow’s end.
For when you reveal to me
Your eyes black as the night,
I know you cannot reveal to me
The little things we both cried for.

Reveal to me
Your bosom for the consumption
Of Heavenly droplets of ivory.
You can reveal sparkles in the crowd,
Revealing to me
No drawn shades about yourself.
Can you attempt to dream
Of something with light, though without
Your reveal to me
Of favored darkness?

If you can reveal to me
The eyes that would hold the sun,
I can reveal to you
A passage that I have scrawled on porcelain paper,
Textured like silk,
Yet, bandaged like the night.
Of unceasing stars
That reveal to the world
The bluest tears,
For a passage can be my expression to the twilight.

If you can reveal to me, say to me
That you can shine there for me,
Without the shades,
Without the darkness
Mimicking itself in your eyes,
I can reveal to you
My hurt.
For when you reveal to me
The love that needs no mention,
I can say that horrors never latched.

Romance Poetry Teaser – Poetry Volume with New Cover – “A Slender Little Romance” – Consisting of 68 Poems

This was delayed, because a new cover had to be made.

It will be released, very soon.

Poem – “A Kiss to Reach your Ear” – Romance – 9/4/2020

Startled presence,
Do not be alarmed.
Be in comfort
When I hold your head back on my arm.
Your tears
Fall to be consumed
By an outspread tongue.
I need to know
Your light is greater than my own.

Can you believe
In dreams,
Once more?

I live for the reckoning
Of a preserved moment.
No more loss, to drench our souls.

Let love
Cross skies, sent forward in gray clouds.
Loosened droplets
Are our feathers for pillows,
Is the comfort for many years
Dreamed in bliss,
Listened to, for the kiss.
You are beautiful, when you can be nearby.

The shadows cross rooms,
The wind holds candles
Staying erect to pierce the shadows.
I taste the breezes,
The light,
To make for the days of love,
Something to carry through to the ends
Of rope.

Poem – “Oh, Memorable Woman” – Romance – 6/21/2020

Beneath the wilted roses,

I seem a fragrance too many.

Too often left upon my bones

To drink of something else sweet.

Your absence has buried my heart,

Left me full of the dark.

You loosened me, then dropped me

Like the infant upon his neck.

I felt the summer come too close,

For winter to take its place.

These petals have holes,

Like what decorates my heart,

Like what decorates my home

Left in the driving rain

Of tears that mourn a great emptiness,

Enlivened only by the memory of you.

Poem – “A Wedding in Spring” – Romance – 4/19/2020

Without a crown,
I am no empire
For you to call home
Upon the highest throne
Where thorns wrap around
And feed our pain a greater word
Than mere want.

Here is a wedding in spring.
There are your lips, for the taste
With droplets falling off
Like from the tulip’s petals.

Here are your eyes
For the cherishing,
For the yearning,
For the blessing, of our disguise.

We want a greater love,
We’ve wanted a greater love
Than merely ourselves.
Here is us,
The pinpoint, our majesties
Laced in residue
Of a simple evening.

It was where wine was drunk,
Among stares that were settled in
Like upon the lake, where we could sink ourselves
From the boat that lapped the waves.

I am still too much in the mode of desire,
To have a love connected to by wires,
To have a love that sets a scene higher
Than ever we were with each other in fire.