Monthly Archives: December 2012
Halves of Myself
Posted on December 23, 2012 by MuseWriter
A single tear falls
A silent rain before the dawn
A drop so pure all feeling melts
Creating a soft blanket of fog
Someone’s shadow hovers nearby
A blissful remembrance of truth
It’s as familiar as an infant’s lullaby
All uncertainty is removed
An aching pain of innocence
Is all I have to offer you
With a full heart of love and forgiveness
Staining my soul in its residue
A slice of balance left wanting
Shaking in fullness of the thought itself
Because even knowing is better than nothing
A piece of your love is worth, the halves of myself
A piece of your love is worth, the halves of myself
A wave crashes back
Unnoticed by the body
Too small to cause damage
Only a force of mockery
The sun slowly penetrates
The weak vapors of breath
Passion boiling over to fate
Suffocating me with its kiss
Brick Wall
Posted on December 20, 2012 by MuseWriter
12-7-12
Two palms stretched out to push back the force
Never surrender
The mass has never felt so strong
But we stand
I see faces through the throng that seem familiar
Memories of relations once had
To me, everyone is a stranger
I need them all to understand
Our crowd wanders, we migrate
But the borders continue to hold us in
We stumble, some fall, it’s such a bitter battle
There can be no winners if the world fails
We’ve underestimated the control of the fallen
We’ve forgotten ourselves
Distractions cloud my focus
To live is to suffer and enjoy
To learn is to feel and grow
The backs of my hands seem familiar
I amaze myself back to the reality
A brick wall of force is blocking the way
A Pool Made of Glass
Posted on December 17, 2012 by MuseWriter
5-19-12
Sitting on the edge of a pool made of glass
Fingers touching cold panels of time
Overlapping lines point arrows to wisdom
We can all taste the reflection of our lives
The shell is too weak to capture it all
Compensations blur our vision
The lights turn on, to make me laugh
The painting on the wall is my sanction
The door to life is glowing there
Pulsating truth to and from beyond
A unity surrounds as our souls mold together
The story continues to play as we are one
Restlessly still, unable to relate
My mind is bright as I am floating
I can drift anywhere, my eyes hold my fate
Memories from events still left to be discovered
Every movement takes a moment
One second to convince the mind
Those Eyes
Posted on December 13, 2012 by MuseWriter
Those Eyes
12-19-2004
Staring at you
Your innocence and blindness shining through
Look around me
I know those haunting pictures that you see
I see those eyes
They tell me the stories of your life
And I guess I really knew all along
That this image I see is of my own
Look at your lips
My lips, the lips that have shared my kisses
See her nose, her cheeks, her chin
They are all a part of her
But those eyes that stare so lonely
Those eyes belong to me

Self Portrait: Those Eyes
Pin Cushion
12-12-12
Pin Cushion
A fine point is sharpened
Kept up, to never lessen the blow
Its target awaits in uncertainty
Soft to the touch, vulnerable
First one strike, and then another
The needles penetrate
Killing me now, they cover
A pin cushion full
The One
Posted on December 12, 2012 by MuseWriter
12-11-12
The One
It’s a shade of white that envelops me
Hugging me, the warmth penetrates my soul
My love for you is unyielding;
So strong and pure.
I am a lover, the best kind of them all
It’s an essence of being that encompasses me
My happiness is guided by you;
The one who has my heart.
A sense of self that is unknowing
A feeling from deep within
A fervid wave of passion;
A powerful love is born.
Representing the future of reality
Picture perfect glances at the life
A dream only capable with him;
I would sacrifice it all.
August 2, 2012
Posted on December 11, 2012 by MuseWriter
Tick, tock, Tick, tock
The humming noise is just the air inside my ventilated head
And this is real
The lines across the page and the ink beneath my words
I’ve come, to deny them what’s rightfully ours
Or so we claim…
Tick, tock, Tick, tock
The numbers go around as the faces pass by
There goes the time
Another dawn has passed, another awakened
We’re merely statues so that we keep standing tall
Or so we claim…
We would like to claim it all
But we know we can’t, we like to forget
Lost memories are easier than the withheld
But can we move forward without remembering where we’ve been?
We would like to forget it all
Tick, tock, Tick, tock
The trees grow taller, encapsulating the reality of now
Monthly Archives: December 2013
Picnic
Posted on December 2, 2013 by MuseWriter
Spreading out the patchwork blanket
of random shapes and colors that
are sewn together to request the concentration of the craft.
The food is getting cold as the crow
overhead offers a sociable holler;
hoping for a bite and an overheard tale of gossip.
Nosy creature squawking out his narcissistic wisdoms
demanding a crowd but leaving us in wanting
as attention is shifted and the first glance to
notice is wasted after a moment of realization
that the annoying little bird is gone.