Spent flowers and bent stems

Spent flowers and bent stems
Here in this garden bed
Once beautiful but now
Needing to be dead head

No amount of sunshine
Or downfalls of water
Can bring back the blooms of
These old sons and daughters

From the rut, changing clouds

From the rut, changing clouds
Beg imagination
Rorschachs and wonderment
Question liberation

Into the great abstract
Bent barb in the rubble
Become part of the whole
Raindrop in a puddle

Feeling completely right

Feeling completely right
Has a steadfast sternness
A locked jaw, buckled chin
A strong forehead firmness

Both shield and bulldozer
It forces its own path
With precision and might
On a clear focused wrath

On the wave of moment

On the wave of moment
The pulling of a thread
The past and the future
I do, are wholly wed

A heron, rays of sun
A thought of my loved ones
Testament to journey
And the next unclimbed rung

The two of us are each

The two of us are each
Other's validation
Witness to the landscape
The dense forestation

And here in the clearing
In the greatest affirm
Sharing understanding
The conditions and term

Lost you to argument

Lost you to argument
Sanded beyond level
Not two smooth river rocks
Our edges now bevel

Retreating asking time
To give us a breather
Be patient and willing
Because we are neither

Only thinking of you

Only thinking of you
Your sadness was my sad
Imagined how you felt
On a grand scale, not tad

But I've come to find out
It's a one way mirror
You only see yourself
Can't get any clearer

On the road to healing

On the road to healing
I find my own bread crumbs
Collecting pieces to
The beat of my own drums

Finding my way back home
To the hearth of my heart
Cleansing my brushes for
The brushstrokes of my art

Cradle me in your arms

Cradle me in your arms

Yet never hold my heart

Perceive me with your eyes

Then deny me and dart

Dislike who I am by

Making a slip cover

Rape me and pronounce that
You're the greatest lover

Show no signs of weakness

Show no signs of weakness
Not a daisy, an oak
Hide the mistakes and flaws
Behind perfection's cloak

No pleasure paradise
Abused without bruises
Winners with false trophies
Applause to the losers

Under the microscope

Under the microscope
My own interspections
A full analysis
Of my imperfections

And needs for improvement
Or areas of growth
For better tomorrows
Of more love and less loathe

In the wider than wide

In the wider than wide
In the morning pale greens
A runaway runway
From the self-centered scenes

Lift the compass needle
Let the pencil travel
Far from the grid until
The fall of the gavel

In this confined wildness

In this confined wildness
Both unbridled and fenced
Where want and desire are
Distant stars in suspense

Expanding ideas
Never finds a limit
Sense heaven and hell from
The realms of a divot

Shouts into nothingness

Shouts into nothingness
No substance, just banter
Likes and emoticons
Dislikes by a ranter

Graffiti without art
In the human scribble
Oohs and aahs, grand praise
Or arguments and dribble

To have found the silk threads

To have found the silk threads
That weave throughout the day
A cloth that billows like
Waves in a shallow bay

No longer in burlap
My callous skin softens
Caressing the future
Not seldom but oftens