Act of Contrition

Please write me a life in your heart
With words that run off the page
Like my blood as my veins tore apart
After you left in anger and rage
Please find me a nook in your dreams
Where you dance naked exposing your soul
Your sleep is where my spirit beams
You can make my brokenness whole
Please don’t change the script of fate
I’m the story arc of your blood
Forever is such a long wait
For your heart and dreams to flood
I’m in silence wishing for your return
A poem not fully expressed
When my ashes spilled into the urn
Truths ceased to be confessed
Pieces of me are in the air you breathe
Denying love is a fallow path
Oh how it makes all creation seethe
And builds the gods’ mighty wrath
Please find my soul in the sky
Beautifully written beyond the Kuiper Belt
In frozen darkness, alone I cry
Your radiance here can’t be felt
Wherever you find me now
Please keep me infused in your core
For as long as time will allow
Reconciling the veins that I tore

For Those Who Create


This poem is brilliant. He thinks he is a novice, but he amazes me with the depth of his words.

Originally posted on Book to the Future:


For Those Who Create…From One Who Reads

Suspended in this limbo
I choose to look deeply into the heart
Seeking your soul
this layered world established in intricate rules of delicate complexity.

The labyrinthine nature of density ensnares and inveigles,
deeper in the journey taken, is the roused traveller
on footpaths unseen and unfamiliar, yet innately known
the imprint of transcendence.

Inward images reveal the world outside,
Perception once unknown, now recognised with ill disguised vigour
All is…forever changed,
cognisance complete

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Confessions in the Belfry

All I wish could be mine
Is scattered in the forever that stretches afar
From atop this sanctuary divine
The angels magnificent boudoir

The town is crowned by diamonds at night
And agelessly ages as morning dew
Forgotten come mid-day light
Tomorrow to begin anew

I can’t digest what’s been cast out into the dark
And the onerous clanging of doom
By the empty vessels of cold and stark
Viewing life with such gloom

Between here and there I’m in the crease
Absolved eternally of what others stockpile in the abyss
I stand in its majesty alone in peace
Patiently waiting for the new day’s kiss

Sins of the Father

Somber is the saddest soul
Tattered like an old flag
Downtrodden with what I’m afflicted

I reach for you
And the searing pain of a love that splattered like hot oil
Burns away the doorway to our eternity or down you kicked it

The path you took by forsaking me
Seemed wondrous as the night sky
Shattered by bad choices

Disjointed jagged little diamonds
Fallen prey to your mar
The future echoes our children’s voices


It was this post on Ste J’s blog that led me to write this poem. I had no idea that the image he painted in my mind would become exactly this poem. Thank you for sparking my imagination, Ste.


He spoke of a time that escaped my grasp
A smokey-toned voice with a slight rasp
He was persuasive in a passive way
I was inebriated from lust and Chardonnay
Then, through my mind’s flight, I walked the path to his home
Methodically he plotted through my roam
I felt him caress my skin as I was near
The pounding of my heart was for love, not fear
The scent of fresh flowers was in the air
I fashioned a wreath to wear in my hair
His voice brought me to the dark wooden door
Embellished with what appeared to be the famous Fleur
Centuries old and probably had passed
Since the arrival of the visitor last
Cobwebs abound as I opened the crypt
I found my amour through the time that had slipped
When he kissed my lips, it was pleasure and pain
Just a puppet in his world, forever I’ll remain

Poetic Genesis

The sharp white flaws of a blank page
Give thoughts and emotions a life
Shame and emptiness birth rage
Fig leafs shroud a man and wife
So much ado about naught
What little fruit to bear
Better a page be taught
Of Eden’s serpent beware
Cover up with the soils of the day
Lest hidden truths stampede
An honest poet turns away
Unless the soul is freed
The giver of life conquered pain
Daily, the burdens were carried
Tears like heavy rain
Unveil the liar she married
Loud is the big empty hall
How stark the truth can be
Dawn follows each nightfall
Fear not the uncertainty

Indulgent Insolence

The heavy air of pain’s prison bestowed upon me
The world is so loud today
Clapping at my failure to break free
Chasing smiles that never stay
Egregious abuse of trust pools near the street’s curbs
All in a quick barrage during spring’s waking
I’m not one to plant seeds of herbs
To make life more palatable for the taking
Cursed the one who set my heart to broken
The wine of my blood can wash me anew
Denying not the words that were spoken
With spiteful aridity, to myself I am true