Category Archives: Poetry

I walk with giants.
I move among beasts.
Some days I think that I am one of them.
But which I rarely ever know.
I look into the mirror glass
Is this me that stares back?
Come look, cheek to cheek
You are there, oh so clear, but
Look a little closer darling
If you dare.
Tell me what it is that you see.
For I fear I have forgot me.
Through these hallowed halls I travel.
Ghosts before me, ghosts behind me.
Am I chased? Or propelled?
A shadow walks before me, but
the position of the sun eludes me.
And here I wander
And whose company I will keep
Remains to be determined by
The counsel of your keep.

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These Things I Say

You ask me if I seek love and the words drip from your poisoned tongue like acid.
But what is love to me?
If I was to look on one I could love
I would cut out his eyes,
Because the eyes hold such allure for me.
I would cut out his tongue,
So he could not spin me sugar and lies.
I would cut off his hands,
So his touch could not linger on my skin or in my mind.
I would cut off his feet,
So he could not chase my affection.
I know what love is.
Love is weakness, love is betrayal.
I am not these things.
Love is cruel, love is unyielding, love lives only in our own construction.

Show me companionship and I will sit beside you for hours.
Show me compassion and I will hold your hand for days.
Show me honesty and I will stand beside you for years.
Show me forgiveness and I will be yours for eternity.

These things are enduring.
These things, I can be.

These Things I Say 

You ask me if I seek love and the words drip from your poisoned tongue like acid.
But what is love to me?
If I was to look on one I could love, I would cut out his eyes,
Because the eyes always hold such allure for me.
I would cut out his tongue,
So he could not spin me sugar and lies.
I would cut off his hands,
So his touch could not linger on my skin or in my mind.
I would cut off his feet,
So he could not chase my affection.
I know what love is.
Love is weakness, love is betrayal.
I am not these things.
Love is cruel, love is unyielding, love lives only in our own construction.

Show me companionship and I will sit beside you for hours.
Show me compassion and I will hold your hand for days.
Show me honesty and I will stand beside you for years.
Show me forgiveness and I will be yours for eternity.
These things are enduring. These things, I can be.

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A poem…untitled for now

I walk with giants.
I move among beasts.
Some days I think that I am one of them.
But which I rarely ever know.
I look into the mirror glass
Is this me that stares back?
Come look, cheek to cheek
You are there oh so clear but
Look a little closer darling
If you dare.
Tell me what it is that you see.
For I fear I have forgot me.
Through these hallowed halls I travel.
Ghosts before me, ghosts behind me
Am I chased? Or propelled?
A shadow walks before me but
the position of the sun eludes me.
And here I wander
And whose company I will keep
Remains to be determined by
The counsel of your keep.

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New poem, possibly still under construction…

I am happy.

The sky is blue.
Except it’s not at all.
It only appears to be so;
a perception of filtered light
bounced off particles of dirt
and reflected in the atmosphere;
a reflection absorbed by our retina
transported by nerve impulses
gatewayed via the optic nerve
to that one spot in the brain
that will determine:
The sky is blue.

Except it’s not at all.
It only appears to be so;
Because the sky is clear.

I am happy.

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Thoughts of you…

And when the calm and quiet of the night descends,
when I put the business of the day aside and give my mind
free reign to wander where it will, it goes right back to your door
and rests upon your face, and within me there is peace.

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