It was … a normal night

You were … in the wrong place

He was … there at the wrong time

 

It is … all different now

You are … just part of society

He is … more than I knew

 

It will be … part of our life

You will be … the monster in our dreams

He will be … my hero forever

 

You had … no right to enter

He had … the presence of mind

We had … peace before

 

You have … transferred your fear

He has … learnt his lesson

We have … a tighter bond

 

You will have … your judgement day

He will have … his victory

We will have … strength together

it’s
funny sometimes
(or maybe sad)
the way that people
perceive
and
have differing views
(though often the same)
on the person you try
to be
you
never do pretend as such
(or at least you think)
you’re trying to be
yourself
but
it’s never enough
(or perhaps too much)
for someone who just
isn’t you

In the darkness, an image…
Hope’s illusion or specter from the past.
Each it’s own space and time.
Stirring emotions new and old.
Clarity returns with the sun,
bringing with it the warmth of reality. 

Crisp Christmas breeze and family letters
Bright coloured lights and warm fuzzy sweaters
Christmas trees all decorated with bling
These are a few of my favorite things

Secret gift meetings and last minute shopping
Playing Santa and house party hopping
Singing along as the Christmas choir sings
These are a few of my favorite things

Creamy rum sauce and warm baked ham slices
Air filled with cinnamon, nutmeg and spices
Presents and family, holiday mornings
These are a few of my favorite things

When the crime soars
When the road stinks
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!

A million teardrops
Washing away pains
Too hard to bear
With a smile

A thousand laughs
Echoing the joys
Of life and love
Passing of time

A hundred hugs
Comfort and support
From loving arms
And caring hearts

Dozens of kisses
Bonding one to another
An intimate lock
Of two souls

A handful of loves
Brief flashes of emotion
Each one unique
And still dear

Just one heart
Surviving the world
Alone in its love
Within these walls

- Done for Poetry Thursday

As I close the door
And turn out the lights
My breath begins to slow

As my eyes adjust
To the warm safe glow
The red washing over me

The ticking heartbeat
And a slow drip rhythm
Mark the passage of time

Faint chemical perfume
On the icy cold air
Breathing life into my soul

Enlarging the mind
Eyes and mouth smile
As appears a glossy pride

The first,
A silent stare
Behind a curtain -
Never seen.
Afraid to trust,
Unsure of self,
Protect me
is your cry.

The next,
A virtual contact -
Smiling warmth
Everyday.
A soft embrace,
Gentle words,
Love me
says the sigh.

At last,
The razor intellect -
A biting wit
Its charm.
The honest gaze,
And truthful touch
Be mine
was the reply.

There’s a door
With a lock;
Only one holds the key

A door
To a place
Far deep within me

This door
In a wall
Is the only way in

The door
Blocks the way
But for one with the will

Face the door -
Move towards
Secrets that lie deep inside

Through the door,
Lies my heart
With nothing left to hide

But a door
Needs a push
If you want to see through

Past a door.
Simple steps
For someone, is it you?

these feet
delicately glide
deftly guide
my life

these legs
solidy support
sexily entwine
my spirit

this hand
lightly caresses
tightly holds 
my love

this skin
softly embraces
smoothly shields
my world

this heart
deeply adores
sweetly controls
my soul

Done for Poetry Thursday

I’ve always been fascinated by the concept of synaesthesia (the linking of senses, e.g. hearing music when looking at paintings). I can only think it would bring about a greater understanding of your art, whatever it is. In that vein I wrote this poem, after seeing this week’s prompt over at Poetry Thursday.

A soft strumming
Pricking through the dark
Spreading brightness
As the music swells

Voices in chorus
Like brush strokes
A rainbow of sound
Filling the air around me

Words washing over
Wrapping me in blue
Surround my heart
In soft comfort

Then slowly a warmth
Churning like red blood
Racing through my veins
Your song is in my soul