Broken shells
Shattered glass
Sand on the beach…
What was lost
is never found.
Leave it
for the birds,
and fly away.
I am sorry
I loved you
Too much to say
Nowhere to go,
And Oblivion is near,
and it is not
found
in your warm embrace.
I loved you.
Farewell,
Where is the dustpan?
A smile,
wrapped
in a poem.
For all to see?
No.
For your eyes
alone.
Eyes I dream to see.
Eyes I wish that could see me.
Eyes that would stop the very sea.
Eyes that must never be.
For yours,
are Eyes
that have
broken me.
I wear a mask
and a costume
for most of my day.
I hide
from
their
unquenchable
thirst
for order.
I wear a mask,
And I hate it.
When I take off that mask I dance naked with my muse,
then, you see me
Here,
sharing with you.
I take of that mask,
And laugh with my friends.
Then I put on my work clothes,
and I Play.
I Play.
I want the courage
To always be naked,
I want the power
to always play.
I want the love
To always be Ray.
It all
till it stretches
You.
Till it pushes
You to
that place
You are
afraid to see.
Feed till you burst,
But you wont.
So
Eat,
And
Devour
Yap it all up,
And look for more.
What else is there?
But to get Big?
Get it while its hot
Sip it when its cool.
Its there for you.
Its all
for you.
aren’t you famished?
I’m starving.
When Sleep is the stranger,
And exhaustion your lover;
When your heart sings so loud
You can’t hear nothing else;
When you don’t stop
till you get enough,
Knowing damn full well
You won’t
Ever.
That my friend
Is joy.
Play on Player
Play on.
for a glimpse
of yesterday.
to see those eyes again,
those eyes
-so quick to harden in fear,
those hard eyes,
that would melt into the softest smile.
Frames of hope
flitter past my eye
and I hope
for a glimpse
of summer.
What do you do
When all around you
are fools
and sheep
and worse?
You sing.
You dance.
You paint.
You write.
You show there is another way,
Or follow that way, never to return.
Don’t let them beat you.
Just play the game,
Play it
Till it’s done.
“Wild nights are my glory”.
– A Wrinkle in Time, by Madeleine L’Engle.
Time travel
To distant memories-
Not so distant.
A girl walks into the fog
The boy follows,
hungry.
A feast awaits
But afterwards the
clouds clear,
the fog lifts and,
pieces
never make a whole,
They never fill the hole.
Missed
Faces.
Missed
Embraces.
Missed
the mark;
Cupid was drunk.
No more arrows.
and the road is long
and the people hard.
No more arrows
So keep your guard high
and don’t you dare cry-
Just let yourself die.
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