Nov 27, 2009

I Am Lost

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Lost in a tangle of moonlight and memories.
A soft song, a wet street,
a glass of whiskey on the rocks.
I am lost in my heart,
a steamy, twisted mess.
Lost in warm dreams,
lost in late night prophecies.
I pen my poetry onto the pad,
hand shaking, moving too fast.
I strip my soul for all to see,
a naked string of words about my insides.
About how lost i am in my mind,
about what tears me up,
and what keeps me alive.
I speak about love and loss,
like someone who has watched it go by.
Waved from the window
at it's fading taillights.
I used to think it would come back around,
cross the long bridge and
arrive at dawn on my doorstep.
Now i know we say goodbye and turn
away from the window,
towards other things
that don't hurt as badly.
Yet, we are lost in our quest
for the truth, to find it or deny it.
We walk in the other direction
taking wrong turns,
arriving somewhere unknown.
Blinking in bright lights,
blinking back tears,
to flex our false muscles,
to suck in our stomachs
and appear more ideal, more beautiful.
Pushed out chest and raised eyebrow,
lost in our desire to be desired.
We walk with tired feet,
along dark winding roads,
lost in the night, heading for dawn.
Lingering at our doorsteps
for that love to show up.
It's almost that time,
it's crossing the bridge,
sun rising to the right.
If we walk inside, it might just drive by.
Stand there in rumpled clothes,
reeking of smoke, voices hoarse from
screaming our ideologies all night.
Tattered and lost, i look down the street,
for just a few moments more,
watching for headlights
to cut through the emptiness.
Faith hurts more than closed windows,
and the day is steady growing,
so i turn from the light
to climb the stairs to my bed,
but there's a light on in my window,
just in case someone is looking.


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Nov 15, 2009

Just One Promise

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I awoke early to a soft light
peering in my window,
with the realization that
the next day had come
and we had not yet overcome
this uneasy rhythm.
A small voice whispered
"perhaps we never would".
I hushed it and said
"not before 10 am and coffee",
nothing this empty please,
but the damage had been done.
I found no rest from the
wicked whisper, and the day
just kept growing lighter as i
drifted in and out of dreams.
Your face, someone else's voice,
reassuring me that at
that same moment, you were
dreaming of my face,
and smiling in your sleep.
In this dream i took you,
ran my big strong hands
up and down your body,
lingering on places you adored,
just because they were yours.
My hand, your thigh.
My mouth, your lower back.
My breath, your belly.
We made love forever.
I know, there is no such thing as forever,
because i woke up, sweaty and wet.
You, i knew, were still
under covers asleep.
I wondered if you were
dreaming of me,craving me.
It was all i wanted, i thought.
Love me, love me like you
have never loved before,
until it burns your skin,
makes your mouth water,
until it keeps you up, fills your dreams.
I have woven a poem or two to this effect.
Whispered wanting words to the darkness,
broken by flickering flame.
My voice, your name.
But you seem to have built
a labyrinth of walls
at least as strong as i.
My hands bleed from the
slow demolition as i climb,
and pull one brick down at a time.
If you are hearing this right
now you are thinking,
"Jesus Dave, what more do you want?"
You should know the answer to that.
I only want everything.
I want my cake,
and i want you to eat it.
I want the kind of love
that makes us hungry.
I want to stay up all night
with you, until we're 92,
laughing as we greet another sunrise,
because we can't stop staring
into each others eyes.
When we die, i want there
to be enough mystery left
between us that we seek
each other out in the afterlife.
I want to believe in the afterlife,
and sometimes the truth is painful.
Maybe there is no God,
maybe we aren't meant to be,
but i want you to believe in me.
I want you to give in, i want us to be free.
That, by the way, was the reason
i could not call you,
because i too am scared.
Scared that you could walk
away at any moment,
or that i will, if only to beat you to it.
Then we will never know,
but we will always wonder.
I know we both have
trouble making promises,
but how about just one?
Promise me you wont give up on us,
unless a time comes that we must,
when there is nothing left to dream about.

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Nov 9, 2009

Hello Dear How Are You


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Hello Dear, how are you.
I just thought i would say
how much i really love you.
I love the way you laugh
like a glimmer of sunshine.
You speak like a beam of soft daylight.
My heart and my soul go out to you.
The sight of you makes
my dreams come true.

You just keep on trying,
you never give up.
Still you are crying,
you feel too much love.

So hi love, how are things, are you alright.
Come here and hug me, hold me tight.
Smile and show me a glimpse of love.
Do the things to me that makes it ok.
Brighten my love for now, for today.

You just keep on loving,
through thick and thin.
You just keep on caring,
and you will always win.

Goodnight sweet, sleep gently,
rest your pretty head,
as you lie sleeping with
moonbeams in bed.
You always look through
me with eyes so true.
You never have told me
anything but truth.
No wonder i love you
and it's so right,
because you've been my
friend in so many lives.

I just keep on living,
and breathing the air.
I just keep on smiling,
knowing you care.

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Nov 4, 2009

The Dream


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I do not know my future,

i barely know my past.

I only know i feel good now,

and i pray that it will last.

Wisdom of past masters,

to guide me through the dream,

but the path is still elusive,

makes me want to scream.

To hear a child say:

"if i grow up" helps me see.

The dream can be fearful,

the truth is hard to see.

Distractions are a constant,

peace, it is elusive.

Heaven only knows, i don't,

exactly what truth is.

So i laugh and live,

if only for the moment.

The dream is one inside.

The dream, most of us

need to know it.


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