Inside These Fortress Walls

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If I could get enough of a running start
I would leap above these walls (you’ve erected)
catapult myself straight into your heart.
I would join you inside your fortress
and never look back

I would dodge every cannon ball
each and every archer’s arrow
I would fight an entire army
I would slay every pharaoh

I would spread my wings and fly
clear this serpent-filled moat (you’ve constructed)
glide through your lantern-lit window
and land softly upon your chamber floor,
I would gather you gently
behind this closed fortress door.

I would humbly kneel before you
hold out my  scimitar sword..
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you can run it right through me
without a single word.

But as stillness embraces this darkest of night
I beg you to witness this weary phoenix’s flight
With tattered wings
I risked all for your heart,
I saw the end of this journey
before I saw the start.

If you would allow me to stay
and give me a chance
this is the last play
my very last dance
What it comes down to in the end
is what’s right and what’s true –
In the end its just me
and its you.

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Ransom

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In night this ransomed heart
self held in quiet captivity
past dreams as seasons pass
make way light path’s serenity

In light this ransomed heart
doth bleed
into chalices overflowing
and rains upon the hollow reed
a melody softly blowing

It mourns of rogue and shattered dreams
it sings in brilliant azure hue:
What price doth satisfy
self capture’s ransom due?

Poetic Rain

He is in love
with God and poetry
A dreamer bent on ecstasy
On a promised date with destiny
he sails and sails the endless sea

She is in love
with God and the falling rain
A lover caught in a lover’s refrain
A passenger on passing trains
she roams and roams the barren plains

They are in love
with God and beautiful things
Two wanderers, each searching for their other wing
In hopeful prayer they greet each spring
anxiously awaiting what kismet brings

Though paths may cross and they find one another
will they recognize the gaze of their fated lover
Or searching,
searching will they ever remain
forever seeking poetic rain

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All Of Me

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I saw you sitting in that dimly lit shop
nursing your coffee as if it might drop
Your eyes were so distant yet so firmly set
I didn’t know you
yet

We were
two lonely voyagers who happened to meet
once in a lifetime
oh your eyes smiled so sweet
on the road to some place we knew not where
we only knew
that we’d know it..
when we got there..
oh we’d know it,
when we got there.

I don’t have much but what I got
You can have it
My heart, my soul
If you can bear it, it’s yours
The tears in these eyes,
the scars that you see,
they are not that pretty
but they are all of me.
They are all of me

Once in a lifetime
You can have all of me

Oh we danced ‘neath that night sky
so bright were the stars
we moved to a song
heard with only our hearts

Your touch was like magic
you played me so well
strings of healing, our  music
was a harmonious spell

And I knew..
all my life I’d been waiting
waiting for someone like you

I don’t have much but what I got
You can have it
My heart, my soul
If you can bear it, it’s yours
The tears in these eyes,
the scars that you see,
they are not that pretty
but they are all of me.
They are all of me

Once in a lifetime
You can have all
of me

In The Quiet

I felt it in my soul when
you screamed with all your  might
a scream that pierced the night
a lightning bolt that ripped the sky in two
In your searching  I felt you

On that mountaintop  or diving in the deep
there is no escape
it finds you in your sleep
That subtle awareness you feel in your bones
As you try to find truth in your songs and your poems
It stays with you until you finally listen
A gentle reminder of all you’ve been missing

It all seems so distant now
as you drift into your sorrow
But you will find me
in the quiet
among the burrows of your tomorrow

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Empty As A Reed Flute

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You ask me why I no longer write..

How do I write

when I have lost my ability to feel

lost my ability to bleed

to cry

How can I write
when the fountain has run dry

and the inkwell sits secluded.
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How can I write
when all I can do is sit and stare
at a mirror of

all that I am incapable of
in love,

laying an offering at the altar of forgiveness
trying so hard to clean up this mess
of my life.


Of what do I write
when the slate is wiped clean
and the words no longer form.

Of whom do I write
when they all appear like mirages,
smoky images with ghost-like visages.

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Empty as a reed flute I remain
patiently awaiting the breath of fire.

There is a distant song of longing —
I ache to listen through the mire.

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every day I forgive him

he asked me if I forgave him..
to which I smiled and replied,

yes.
 every day i forgive you

what i did not tell him was
that each morning

and every night
i have to remind myself
to forgive him

i did not tell him
that I didn’t know
our last kiss would be the last

that he hadn’t given me a chance to cherish it
that I didn’t even remember
when it was
or how his lips felt against mine

that i wish I could remember that last kiss
as clearly as I remember the first
beneath that moonlit sky

but I hadn’t known it was the end of us
and it all seems so unfinished

i did not tell him
of how much i miss the gaze
that used to warm my skin like sunshine
but is now hidden behind clouds

or of how I ache for the arms that used to hold me
envelop me
for now,
now my bones feel so cold

I did not tell him
that
it will always hurt to think of him
it will always hurt
to see him smile
at her..
any her..
every her..

and to know that he had seen my heart breaking
right in front of his eyes
that he had known of my prayers to keep him..

and simply watched

and waited

every day
i forgive him

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