A few poems for Saturday Night

One about being human, one about love and one about finding your fire.

Feel

If I could ever start again

I’d tie the blindfold firmly on

So I could charge full steam ahead

Not notice damage I had done

I’d want more of the ignorance

That others have abundance of

To not sense every waterfall

That lies in wait as obstacle

Go with the flow as rocks do streams

Unable to contemplate

Have forces wash straight over me

Without a need to complicate

But here I am, raw as a birth

With this capacity to feel

The heights of heaven, depths of earth

I cannot change that I am real

Reddest Ramble

I rake the ground with trembling hand

Remembering our roses

Once yielding soil, now barren land

It’s where I came the closest

To gathering tender stems of bliss

Burgeoning buds of velvet

But thorns seized every unborn kiss

And, so I had to forfeit….

All that remains is fading scent

Last withered petals crumble

A pleasure garden of torment

The ghost of reddest ramble

Cheap Seats

Know me, lick of lightening

Incredible yet frightening

You’ll never mould the wild I hold

Nor stop this canvas brightening

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See my arc of firming rainbow

An angel without halo

The storm, the calm, the devil’s psalm

I’ll enter you as moon glow

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Sink in my blazing sunrise

Drink garnet tears my dusk cries

Hear hornets buzz and champagne fizz

As every fierce and fearless bird flies

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I’m red hot coals on bare feet

I’m pin drop soft and big beat

I’m here to shine, command what’s mine

So, take yourself back to the cheap seats