Forever begins everyday,
Or so they say,
So like yesterday and tomorrow,
We begin anew,
In search of a forever that will never come.
A.R
Your arms make me feel safe from that first glance.
Your soul, my safe haven.
You had me at hello.
Those true colors peeking through your walls: strength, love, and devotion.
You are my yin to my yang.
You ground me.
We’ve pushed through, standing our ground through sickness and trial, yet we still hold the line for our family we’ve created.
As years pass and looks fade, I will still see the soul I fell in love with from day one.
Happy Anniversary, my love.
Wipe the slate clean ~ dare start anew
The hapless darkened hours approach,
The storm came from the backdoor.
The first cold drops of rain arrive,
Let’s seek shelter once more.
Why should we be afraid?
Ref Just hold my hand, Luv,
Just hold my hand.
I ask for nothing more, luv,
Just hold my hand,
As tight as you need.
I’m not askin’ anything bright,
I’m not asking for more.
You gave me what we deemed is right,
I ask for nothin’ more.
Still, I’m afraid we’ll get wet.
Ref Just hold my hand, Luv,
Just hold my hand.
I ask for nothing more, luv,
Just hold my hand,
As tight as you need.
Oh that the blessed calm would return,
You might ask for some more,
I’ll give you back what you deem right,
Whatever that may be,
I am afraid no more.
Ref Just hold my hand, Luv,
Just hold my hand.
I ask for nothing more, luv,
Just hold my hand,
As tight as you need.
That song sounds so good,
Go back to the beginning,
Reminisce moments of childhood
All while rhythymically dancing.
That story sounds so good,
Go back to the beginning,
Retell how you done all you could
All while laughing while crying.
That speech sounds so good,
Go back to the beginning,
Reenact every word you should
All while proudly standing.
That story sounded so good,
Go back to the beginning,
Recollect all the ways you would
Once again relive everything.
That which once was and can no longer be,
a vision once seen you can no longer see.
When described as a thought, a memory,
or a seed or seedling if it is a tree.
The beginning of something the world now calls me!
In the beginning two lovers were born
In the campus parking lot behind the student union
They clung together for 60 years
Until one day my wounded bird knew
Her broken hip would not allow her to fly again
I was too old and weak to pick her up off the floor
When she fell...she said she wanted to go to a nursing home
Where strong young girls could do what I could not
It's where old people go to die, nobody gets out of there alive
Once a week I drive there to bring candy and other treats to her bed
And news from our empty house that I share with our old girl calico cat
It's the beginning of the end
D.C. Jordan
As I continue to deep in myself with poetry
I discover a new language, foreign
Almost like unscrambling the word pattern
Using a mixture of ingredients to describe a pride
Finding early 2000 websites to create a blog
Showing people my words anonymously.
Hello new world! Please welcome me with such care.
The End To The Beginning
A burdened remorse of forlorn futures,
Though ability lies in the hands of the beholder,
As rues and woes swallow thy thoughts,
But shall'nt one upon change ponder,
How beginnings lead to ends,
While they waltz with the former,
When a drop of reform wallows in self pity,
Must'nt one indulge upon polish,
Within ourselves lie our flaws, devoid of perfection,
For each contemplation results in further degradation.
The Black Box
They came to the house
for the wrong reason.
In the end…
They didn’t care,
any address would do,
as long as the reports were made,
and the numbers taken down
before the beginning of the next shift.
They came,
and they tested
and then they required adherence to the law.
What law?
The one law they painted into place for us…
from our lost imaginings,
and faith spent wrongly.
Together, trapped in the moment,
a single instance in time
that refused to pass to the next.
Nice words…
are echoed,
as if sung loudly in a cave,
dark with shadow,
and then immediately swallowed up…
in silence.
Fights, lessons in public places.
Brawls and beatings to show control,
where there is none…
and never will be.
Scuffs at first,
then real marks are ground onto
and then into the surface.
Marred deeply…
Becoming part of solid stone,
which will show
again with each days passing,
into forever.
“Ask yourself..., Who are the speaking about?”
What is the meaning of it all?
If I told you, you’d surely bawl.
Cry like a baby, yes you would,
If all of truth you understood.
Truth can be so enlightening,
Also, can be quite frightening.
For from the start, we’ve known it all.
Our greatest challenge is recall.
When recalled the truth is real,
All empty spaces it will fill.
We all were born from just one source,
And are guided by the same force.
From one source till our paths are done,
And once again we all are one.
Let the gong of Om arise by itself,
without a need to employ egoic will,
that recognising living light of Self,
love’s peace dove perches on soul’s window sill,
whence we sip soma nectar to heart’s fill.
In our native element, drenched with bliss,
our heart feels complete, with nothing amiss.
violets peeking up their gentle heads
delighting the spongy moss
april is beginning
in soddening tempest
and billowing gale
i stand and plead with God
for drought
feet rooted in scuttling sand
wind-swept grains thrash at my face
i stand and plead with God
for typhoons
one day i wake up
keeled over in shallow puddles
brought to a boil
by a horizon's line of sun
a flower sprouts by my open palms
and i ask God
for seeds
Pain sat in my chest all winter.
I tore it open—
primrose petals burst from my rib cage.
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