Where’s Waldo??

There are times I see,

many that mean nothing to me.

Away from my eyes,

my senses turn inward, the soul, thee.

All quiet here,

nothing to everything; I startle not.

Hot to cold, or cold to hot,

it matters not, you can complete me.

Comforting calm circles us now,

my hand to yours, the puzzle is finished.

 

Black & White, Hold the Black

Tonight, together we dine alone
You and I, only us two fit
Black & White, candle lit dinner
Hold the black, I’ll see you soon

Normal, No #2

Normal, no.

Not now, or ever.

Losing my mind.

And it’s fun.

 

Ordinary, a word unrecognizable.

The sheep, the same, the blind.

Losing my mind quickly.

And I’m having so much fun.

Love Poem; All I Ask

Some come and go.

Our paths cross, thank you, and bye.

Others simply walk away.

Never looking behind, farewell friend.

A few wait.

For what or why, is unknown, but patience is gone.

You can’t see through my eyes.

Nor is this my request; take a seat next to me, that is all I ask.

Roses are Errrrr Remix

Roses are red
Violets are blue.
You are so vain
If you think this poem is about you.
Oh wait,
My poetry has embarrassed you once before?
How convenient,
Here's embarrassment two, three, and four.

Love Poem

Some paths cross.

 

Other paths collapse,

After paths collide.

 

Our paths combine.

 

 

 

Enter Title Here, No Really Enter Title Here

To write the most beautiful piece I’ve ever written is my wish.

But I cannot,  fuck the rules of grammar, I don’t care.

To write the most beautiful piece I’ve ever written is my gift.

But I cannot, and this hurts me deep.

I’ve tried, many drafts,  many crumbled pages laid to waste.

Why will this not happen, my words ring deaf, dumb, destroyed.

The pain from this feeling you will never know, no one will ever know.

To write the most beautiful piece I’ve ever written is love.

But I cannot, I simply cannot.

Beauty with grace, tied together in a precious knot.

Has failure endured or do your eyes see no justice?

The answer, my fingers lay waste, an inadequate job I create.

I want to write the most beautiful piece I’ve ever written.

But I cannot, but one day I will; you will see it, believe it, embrace it, and live it.

Thrice Met

I found the beach again today.

It wasn’t hard to find.

I cheated, I’ve been here before.

A thousand times, maybe more.

 

It has been a few weeks since I last saw you.

Ah, I guess that is to be expected.

It may rain soon, why won’t you leave?

Ah, what does it matter?

 

This breeze is nice, I must say.

Easy to navigate, unless you are heading north.

Pardon me as I pass by.

Pardon me as I tend to ramble.

 

I see you are back ole friend.

I must admit, I have missed thee.

Any good news, maybe stories to share?

Ah, the hell you can’t understand me.

Meet Me In The Middle

 

 

 

 

 

 

My heart is a sheltered piece,

tucked far away from your grip.

Old wounds and scars dictate this;

try if you may, it shall not be uncovered

 

My heart is a wide open to all;

especially to you, please enjoy the view.

Time is short and life shorter.

No regrets, no excuses, my heart is yours.

 

Wait, what?

 

I apologize for the complicated confusion.

On second thought, I’m not, but confused I am.

Teach me how to meet you in the middle

and I pray you will meet me there too.

Foot Prints in the Sand

Do you know who I am?
I followed you? No.
I am with you always.
Step in step, in fact I am you.

You turn back, but do not see me.
You look with your eyes, this is faulty.
With your ears, you listen for me coming.
Your ears let you down, quiet them.

My smell does not reach your sniffing nose.
Nor will it ever.
Reaching behind, you try to grab me.
Your hands only grab air.

Don’t you understand, your mind and body fail you.
Close all senses, shut off all thoughts.
Do you know who I am?
Foot prints in the sand.

Spoiler Below!! Stop Here if you don’t want to read my answer.

The answer is, you (soul), soul (you), and God. Firstly, often times we say the word soul as if it is not us, when we should be using it as an alternative to the pronouns, I, You, Yours, etc. Secondly, God is always with us and we are always with God (to what degree we are aware of this differs greatly from person to person). Lastly, to understand these answers and identify the foot prints in the sand, you must not use the body (5 senses, etc), nor use the mind (thoughts, reason, logic etc). You (soul) need only to turn inward and the owner of the foot prints in the sand become easy to see.