Comforting Components

Dearest velvet boy, won’t you hold me closer
Keep me warm
Rich, satin limbs wrap me in when it gets colder
I want to know every fiber of your skin, of your existence

Ole’ southern, cotton eyes ever soft and respectful
Draw me through a cotton mill, refine me, make me better
Cashmere cloth for a tongue to speak words unforgettable
Surround me with your corduroy language getting me all tangled

Silky, gentle heart of yours,
Won’t you let me in?
I can’t seem to find myself a home
which would be a better fit

A House Is Not A Home

  A house is not a home until those four walls, perhaps more, have contained it’s own… sense of life. Something it can call its own if it were to ever call at all. A home, in essence, is a soul; A house being its temple.

  I hope to someday be reincarnated into a home. I know such is a strange wish, but just… try to imagine it.

  To become aware of my body structure the moment a young lady enters my newly acquired front door, instantaneously she says to herself,”I’m going to build my life here.” She buys the place as quickly as possible and sets to furnishing it by her tastes.

  Skip forward fifteen years.

  A baby girl is taking her first steps across my beige carpet, rushing for her father. Her father that created a beautiful love with the lady who adopted me, who made his daughter passionately in one of my bedrooms two years after marrying the woman who made me a home for herself and her family so much longer before. She didn’t know then that the kitchen table would eventually have three place mats rather than one, or how soon if she so expected. I watched her cry, laugh, drink, hug, scream, and love within my body, but I was her home. I watched her drown in bills as she tried to maintain me as solely her own.

  To die the day her daughter assists her through my front door for the last time. This is what I dream of becoming someday.

  Who knows though? I mean maybe someday I really will take on the position of a home. Maybe someday I will nurture and love somebody and protect them and I won’t need four walls to do so. Maybe, just maybe someday, someone will find a home within my heart. I’d have my wish, no? Besides… this way I’d be able to tell their soul how much mine loves theirs.

The Day The Earth Stood Still

And that’s when the earth said,”My work here is done. I have no need to rotate for light will shine where the heart is happy and happiness has indeed been set in the four corners of the world by these two.” And from then on light was infinite in the eyes of everyone, including the blind man. And love was in the hearts of everybody, including the ignorant. And life filled every soul, including the suicidal. And dearest I had you.

Shattered and Shining

Resting on a bed of shattered and shinning glass, best dreams I ever had, never lived, just tattered rags of could haves. A single green light, representing hope in his sight, but hope doesn’t save us, he died in spite- of it all he lost his life in the pool of shattered and shining broken dreams to lie upon at night, it doesn’t make our wrongs alright fairing against a man with more faults, a sinking ship, our own, we go under the cold, frigid water, it’s getting hotter from our blood but we still freeze, like the I love you on a shelf, we’re just gone, and gone to hell, swimming in the shallows of our sin, arctic wilderness within, the heart of your nature, good behavior might allow you to meet your maker, the creator, your savior, it’s been a pleasure to play your game but I’m not aiming to please, I just want to get out and still be happily me, I’m always writing about the same themes, somebody once told me, I live life like an old story, I never want it to end and I keep everybody guessing, it’s funny because I write this as I’m resting on this bed, of shattered and shining glass, the best dreams I ever had, I’ll never live, they’ll always be tattered rags of could haves and that’s just it.

Falling Stars

Skinny heart, tough unloving
Beaten, busted, broken, cunning
Destruction builds the best weapons
Something comes from nothing
Window sill sitting
What if I went “missing”
The stars would be the only to know
I jumped instead of fallen
Stars fall for us sometimes
Just to hear our wishes
Darling I fell for you
Oh, I promise to always listen

If I Die

life is precious but don’t cry if I die because I’ll be happiest wherever I go if I know that you’re smiling. I’m not trying to make you question everything, I just had to make a note on how I’m feeling. What I’m feeling is alive but time is so tricky. You know it just comes and goes so quickly. So what I’m saying is my love, is if death takes me up, promise me you won’t let it get the best of both of us.