paladinofgrahamts's blog: "muse"

I wait for you for the place we are to cross paths… if I were to write for you poem write to you from beneath the pomp and the masks so tenderly so carefully placed what would the words choose to say would the words spill of the sad that taints my once white soul in shades of melancholy haze they bleed upon the page of sleepless nights or comfortless dreams where running from and searching for home is the norm twisting my head in the waking hours if I wrote to you …for you a poem would I tell you of those ghosts that came before not just of the few times I let my heart fly free but of fathers that died too young how I fear giving again because I fear the leaving more if I wrote for you from my heart my search through dark and light of my path, to be the man of choice and kindness and how I tire how I grow so damn weary of stepping stone emotions I am more then the kindness in so many hearts I am a man damnit I am a man if I wrote to you a poem would I give you everything or would I keep some of it to myself knowing the questions and doubts would come I wait as I have for so long I wait knowing that waiting is part of the process in finding not only you but myself as well I wait for you no answers in place I pray you will wait and that you will wait for your poem for words that are yours alone if I were to write you a poem for now I think I would just say hello tjs2k61025

(for dawn) you thought you were invisible You thought you were invisible-- yet I saw you clearly. You wanted to leave a mark forever upon the world-- yet your mark was etched forever upon my heart. You told me I was a star in the sky over your hometown-- yet I have felt you watch over me in the darkness of my night. You were never invisible, you have made your mark, and you lit my way through the darkness. Tjs

I want to write (you need to, you need to write) the words just won’t come (are you sure about that) it is overwhelming to feel so wordless (yes it is) yet again I set pen to page motionless (what is it you really fear) what truths await me as I have trouble taking in air (you are so close) do I fear how real it becomes if it is in ink as thick as blood (you can do this) black and white it becomes forever and it won’t go away(but you can change your heart) so what are the truths of today…(yes) tjs2k61027

words as jazz the heart of poetic writing for me becomes a thing much like jazz there is the give and take as the words mix with muse in hand the ebb and flow no predetermined direction as the words go where the words go and take me along for the ride within the lines are connections of pure heart and hand…where soul thoughts become ink immortal and jazz in words play on tjs2k61024

come back to me come to me as you will come to me enraged or refreshed come to me radiant or unadorned come back to me as you saunter make love to me passionate shiny leather…naughty madonna coy and vestal come to me wrapped in nature goose down…harvest grains still waters broken by fish and frogs come back to me sudden like a unexpected kiss urgent needs to fill come back to me steady come back to me real come to me in beauty as you cresses my face my heart my soul come to me in children’s laughter, babies breath first kisses remembered crushes lost so long ago come to me breaking, in dieing dreams, and long held wishes come to me filigreed and lovely come to me simple full of grace come to me on Sunday morning… amidst north texas small town friday night football religion come to me asubard, observed, real or imagined come to me in silence alone together, in amazing conversation come to me as breathing stay with me through lonely, through dark literal and soul overwhelming come to me is rebirth come to me as I grow older come to me always come to me still tjs2k60817