I’m not there yet and that’s ok
Two steps forward one and half step backward
The war is won by inches not feet
I’ve been here and my vision is blurred
That’s ok because I know the fog isn’t forever
Sometime you have to take a hit to get a hit
Bittersweet deserves its own hotel key
Despite it all I still have a renewed grit
Life is short and this war will be shorter
I already see my problem as part of the past
Like a movie I prefer life not in white and black
Marred with colors we picked the best cast
I press on with a trolling skip
The devil dances and so can the angels
Like black ops this mission requires psyops
Beautifully in control of chaos’ variables
Categories:
half step, addiction, appreciation, deep, hope,
Form: Couplet
Your steps so measured, soft and slow,
Through Irish streets where neon glows,
While I match pace, half-step behind,
Your gentle rhythm fills my mind.
Tomorrow brings your twenty-eight,
As Newbridge glows through Darragh's rain,
Like Naevis' light through darkened skies,
Where æ-dreams dance and harmonize.
Sweet Mary Grace, my Savage star,
From Milner Square to Kildare far,
Your spirit bridges every space,
My anchor home, my Mary Grace.
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Categories:
half step, birthday, ireland, journey,
Form: Rhyme
A bird has landed
On my porch.
Say it a thousand times,
You may be one- half step
Closer to the Miracle.
We look for pain
And find it
We look for joy
And find it
We learn
We can find anything
If we open our eyes
Love looks for you now
It will find you because
Like trees in a forest
Flowers in a field
we all stand together,
Alone.
Waiting to be found.
Categories:
half step, bird,
Form: Free verse
I know I'm not familiar with your flowers, but may I be welcome in your garden, now days every individual have interests; unconditional love is something that you can't bargain, far in, my mind, Im hoping the sun will shine, and my presence won't be darkened, I'll be a gentleman, in addition, I never half step; I always put my heart in, Im trying to figure out which is more beautiful, the garden, or your existence, either way, its like art, a image bloomed with no lust resistance, the water the flower contain is loyal; I will never try to run overhead, nor purposely be absent, please trust me being by your garden, no doubt life gave us reasons to guard our surroundings; no fear, but in reluctance, only a fool would get close to the gravel, then sow bad seeds with someone so gorgeous, if I got a chance to to get to know you; maybe we could create more to this.
Categories:
half step, art, faith, feelings, flower,
Form: Free verse
I have tried everything
to get rid of loneliness,
and with pen in hand I write my notes
on the five-line-staff without a rest;
I spend hours composing,
not imitating other composers:
the dance of the prism can be my best!
Add joy to life, feel its rythm
and dance with others
that love to explore the thrills...
simply following the steps
along the rectangular lines
of the glowing prism!
Quickly turn back and pause an instant,
holding your breath at each connecting point,
repeat the dance half step and complete the cycle:
the blood in your veins will pump harder than ever,
its flow will double in the chambers of the heart,
your agile body will leap to increase the temble;
aren't you happy to have flown much higher?
Written on 7/ 2017
Categories:
half step, dance, desire, happy, music,
Form: Rhyme
She was nine,
her sister
older.
He was a big
thirty-five
mean drunk
coming down
from Saturday night,
slicked-back
black hair,
Hawaiian shirt,
dark
wolverine
eyes.
He hit her arm
hard,
uttered an order
under his breath.
She looked down
(small tears).
What else
could she do but
pull away,
turn away
sideways,
offer less of
herself
as a target if
the first blow
hadn’t dispelled his
anger?
Her sister’d
been there before.
She knew
what to do —
drop back a half-step,
look down too
(don’t see),
shed quiet tears
for her sister.
Categories:
half step, child, father,
Form: Free verse
For Christmas I got a Keyboard to play
I was thrilled to get this gift on this day
As a child, I studied the piano for fun.
My last piece was Bach and I was done.
Now that I am wiser and an elder,
The desire to perform was my answer
I bought some books on piano theory
Scott Houston’s ideas sounded easy.
Relearning the chords was pain free
His half step rules were simple to see
And the lead sheets eased my left hand
I was on my way to my first melodic band.
Now I was impatient and wanted to play
I had another text with lead melody ways
I flipped through the copy and saw Edelweiss
The black and white notes appeared truly nice.
Only white input guided my refrain on the board
In minutes I knew the sonata and wasn’t bored
I added the chords in time and fooled around
striking those entire notes created such a sound.
I enjoyed the tune over until I had no discern
When I ended playing, there was no concern
Tomorrow I will try another jingle on my keys
And practice the work until I know it in a breeze.
Categories:
half step, holiday, music
Form: Rhyme
I wonder...
If climbing Love's
rope to the moon,
On a fall's day,
When it shines at noon...
Could be of help to me.
I'd ask him to please impart,
A way to heal my cratered heart,
As a bevy of words
encircle my head...
My soul a half-step
above the dead...
I've downloaded heartbreak
too many times...
To the ruin of my spam filter
of lies
All clogged up, no more room...
I've got a basket full of
lover's gloom...
I should write a book...
"Love For Dummies"
Maybe that, my soul would please...
Instead of the lies
played back in endless loop,
In my downtrodden mind..
I would never believe
you could be so unkind...
Yes, this Bell,
Is but a shell,
Worn down to
the stump,
By a life of love
gone to hell
They say what
goes around,
Comes around...
Bullpickles!!!
That only applies
to astronauts
circling the moon,
Not trashed-on
lovers who sleep
past noon,
Merely because
they feel no need
for getting up,
After one too many
meals, of despair's
sup.
So I open my document file,
And you're filed away,
But just in the recycle bin,
Cause you know
what they say...
You never know
what can happen
another day.
Categories:
half step, allegory, angst, computer-internet, depression,
Form: Free verse
Have you ever felt
As if you were sinking
And your bad luck
Never ceases
Life is like a game
A half a step to early
You don’t quite catch it
A half step to late
You don’t quite make it
Hard time better the man
These times feel
As if your trapped in quicksand
Every action
Brings reaction
Sometimes it seems
You can never get traction
Slipping and falling
Make you feel as if you will never survive
Just continue
Continue to strive
When sinking into the darkness
Just remember this
It doesn’t matter
How many times you miss
All you need to turn around
Is a sign of light
Once it is found
You will take flight
The harder the times
The better the man
Just remember that
When you are in quicksand
Categories:
half step, confusion, death, hope, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme