tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65532996220813791702011-09-24T22:19:10.649-05:00<b>muse</b> [myooz] (noun) - (lowercase) the genius or powers characteristic of a poetBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-2607787977646013552011-09-24T22:14:00.004-05:002011-09-24T22:19:10.659-05:00

I've walked so many roads with hopes and dreams in tow, only to crash headlong into end after dead end. Disheartened, I now approach each new road tentatively with less hope and fewer dreams.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-21363279262017590182011-09-08T23:50:00.003-05:002011-09-08T23:58:08.700-05:00

fighting the desire to look at you i look out the window i wish i could gaze into your eyes share my soul with you learn your heart see your hurts and dreams i wish i could but this cannot be will not be instead i retreat and view your reflection unknown to you and so far from me

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-55636690383195424462011-09-05T01:16:00.004-05:002011-09-05T01:22:00.194-05:00

If I had the music, I would have my song. These words would have their melody, and feel like they belong. I've tried to force the notes, and arrange the song myself. The music never fits and leaves me where I started. I long for someone to surround my words with music, write what I can't write, and complete with me this song.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-46497512695925793852011-09-05T01:13:00.002-05:002011-09-05T01:15:34.780-05:00

Hey, guys! Just wanted to let you know that we've set a deadline of September 30th to submit our book for its initial printing. Hopefully, we are able to make said deadline. In the meantime I've decided to start posting again. :o)

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I know I said I wasn't going to post any more poems until the book was released (which is long overdue), but this is a special one. I know a man whose face has seen more than its share of sweat and tears. Behind his eyes reside years of worry and concern. This man’s hands speak of cuts and bruises too many to number. He is often exhausted of energy and resources. I know a man who works harder

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-86107326190413053572010-08-04T01:10:00.003-05:002011-09-05T01:16:19.965-05:00

I know I haven't posted any new poetry in awhile (over a month in fact), and I'd like to apologize to my 3 avid readers. haha! j/k The truth is that I'm actually working on a book with a friend of mine. We are compiling a collection of our poems and joint-publishing it ourselves. Once ready, I'll be sure to let you guys know where you can get it. It will be possible (preferable) for you to

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-39385377650249561222010-06-21T00:26:00.002-05:002010-06-21T00:29:27.552-05:00

I write... to reveal myself to you. I write... to draw eyes to details. I write... to awaken the senses. I write... to surprise. I write... to give words to the speechless. I write... for the one I love.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-17561387146122146082010-06-10T23:27:00.004-05:002010-06-29T20:21:23.116-05:00

Gazing I watched colors swirl and fade blue to plum and black and back as they've always done Shifted I see brightness dance and play crimson with orange and emerald with yellow in a familiar way How did I miss this for so long?

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-76417160041887621022010-04-04T00:31:00.004-05:002010-06-10T23:32:28.278-05:00

Who are you? I've watched and waited. I've wished and wanted. Where are you? I've searched and sorted. I've shared and sorrowed. Are you far? I want to pull you close. Are you near? I wish for that the most. Have we met? Do you know? Are you feeling the same? Do you ask these questions too?

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-22037915038141736562010-03-28T19:40:00.003-05:002010-03-28T19:43:50.723-05:00

Just because I don't say much does not mean things have changed. I still feel the way I felt. That feeling has not waned. I wish that you felt it too, but this I cannot force. So, I'll stand back here silent, not pushing anymore.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-23752169300910183112010-02-17T00:52:00.003-06:002010-02-17T00:57:10.877-06:00

How can I miss someone who has never been mine? I have never held you close, but my arms feel empty without you. I have never shared your thoughts, but I long to know your heart. I have never kissed your lips, but mine seem to remember. I have never told you that I love you, but those words ring true. How is it that I miss you before I know who you are?

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-102475613568164682010-02-11T00:04:00.004-06:002010-02-11T00:09:00.801-06:00

Amidst the ruckus of civilization, a silent blanket of white drapes the earth, soothing even the most tumultuous of souls.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-15754981208544569562010-02-09T21:02:00.007-06:002010-02-09T21:29:31.462-06:00

I turn over and reach for you. I place my arm around you andpullyouclose. Your warmth is strangely missing. I open my eyes and see only the pillow nexttome and feel only its coolness againstmycheek. I close my eyes and trace a lonely tear down my face and try to sleep.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-76749407243579849122010-02-08T21:58:00.002-06:002010-02-08T22:01:26.356-06:00

My heart is missing and I can't seem to find it Have you seen it anywhere I wish I knew where else to look You see someone stole it I have searched everywhere Would you mind helping me...Wait I think I see it You have it right there I guess you can keep it I think it will be safe with you

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-50850100587144313542010-02-07T01:02:00.003-06:002010-02-07T01:07:27.892-06:00

the moon whispers to me of her sweet beauty a sleeping diamond in the shadows the wind whistles happily at the sound of her voice gentle waves of beautiful music the rain softly pecks my cheek keeping time with her heart a fountain of kindness and love the sun smiles at me as if to remind she is a rare and special treasure

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-84448440672637088782010-02-06T01:06:00.003-06:002010-02-06T01:09:30.858-06:00

in the storm of eternity time is but a momentary mist in the ocean of forever now is but a minuscule drop

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-61682527911912274942010-01-04T23:20:00.017-06:002010-01-07T00:18:02.961-06:00

She cannot see me for him. I stand in his shadow. I move left, but it still covers me. I step right, but he moves with me. She cannot see me for him. He holds her gaze. I standbeside him, but her eyes do not shift. Istandinfront, but she looks right through me. She cannot see me for him. I sit in his shadow.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-65376781812433528412009-12-15T23:03:00.006-06:002009-12-15T23:29:04.645-06:00

Deep within the center of my heart, A tiny seed took root. I never thought it would survive, But against the odds it grew. Every glance, every smile urged it upward. With every word and every laugh, it pressed onward. Deep within the center of my heart, A small rosebud pushed through All my safeguards and defenses — A beautiful sight to view. It grew with every moment shared together — Stirring

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-31310739986699604392009-11-09T23:30:00.005-06:002009-11-09T23:48:38.899-06:00

Without Grass is green. Dew is wet. The sky is blue. The sun sets. She smiles. The rose opens. With The dew-drop-covered slivers of emerald green shimmer in the light. Blue and white transform into pinks and purples, as the sun sinks low. The slow-unfolding

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-11142430837108669402009-11-09T23:17:00.003-06:002009-11-09T23:23:41.549-06:00

slow and silently gliding across the blue sky piles of white cotton a golden ribbon snakes along the edge of white a silver lining crunch crunch is the sound that echoes in the silence walking in the snow the haiku fairy will visit Leah tonight insp'ration galore glistening bodies of gray and white playfully show us dolphin glee the ocean thirsts for uses its wet tongue to lap at the

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-61874047505676882342009-11-09T23:10:00.002-06:002009-11-09T23:14:35.338-06:00

There huddles in the rain a house, hiding beneath her roof. Window waterfalls flow in silence.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-46955290647910970352009-11-09T23:03:00.003-06:002009-11-09T23:08:47.048-06:00

Love is a joy. Love is a sorrow. Love is waiting for the chance of tomorrow. Love sometimes hurts. Love is a smile. Love is a tear. Love is the one you think is so dear. Love sometimes hurts. Love's from the soul. Love's from the heart. Love at its best can tear you apart. Love sometimes hurts.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-5066642767225579602009-11-09T23:01:00.002-06:002009-11-09T23:02:25.806-06:00

I lost my friend, And then I found them later. But they weren't my friend.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-16741876214929346832009-11-09T22:47:00.003-06:002009-11-09T22:53:35.357-06:00

Plit! A bulbous globe of shifting glass plunges, warping the world on the other side — forgotten amidst the rush of millions just like it

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-29732373118882257892009-10-30T17:39:00.000-05:002009-10-30T17:40:18.898-05:00

Shhhhhhhhooo! Shhhhhhhhaah! Heated rubber spins, hungrily searching for its next bite of asphalt. The road lies in surrender to the growling, metal beasts. It gives tirelessly, yet never ceases to taunt with more.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-74729024278877420622009-10-30T17:38:00.000-05:002009-10-30T17:39:29.398-05:00

I found a rose A gentle treasure Her petals closed Soft and pure I have a hope To discover more To see her open Beautiful splendor

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-55943029175602166492009-10-30T17:37:00.003-05:002009-10-30T17:49:53.619-05:00

The artist swishes his brush. The camera adjusts and clicks. Neither quite captures the radiant beauty that the sun paints across     the     clouds.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-47850678445967299002009-10-30T17:35:00.000-05:002009-10-30T17:36:20.198-05:00

Tiny pools, crystal Blue - pulling me in deeper Your eyes mesmerize Sparkling, laughing, Dancing with mine, transfixed by Your emerald eyes Softly searching mine Warm and sweet, I get lost in Your chocolate eyes Shafts of blue and brown And green surround, as I gaze Held close in your eyes

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-41322759055151802762009-10-30T17:34:00.000-05:002009-10-30T17:35:00.448-05:00

Tired people sit still in silence arranged and neatly stacked in rows of four and columns of two. Each row follows madly the one ahead of it, whisking its passengers away from the city of wind. Worn faces look mostly down or nowhere at all, while heads bob and sway. Flashes of light appear and slide and disappear, but no one notices.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-47639836974550497132009-10-30T17:29:00.002-05:002009-11-01T09:39:23.947-06:00

I heard the crack       and saw jagged edges       poking the air. A tear traced my little      cheek and hung from      my trembling chin. I broke my pencil.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-21216123629414019402009-10-30T17:25:00.003-05:002009-10-30T17:56:01.947-05:00

Betrayed! With a kiss my brother sentenced me. All my friends fled from me, but one. Hated by the crowd I loved, lied about, spit on, slapped and hit, I held my peace. Faintly, I heard it. The one friend still close had left me. The rooster crowed, pulling a tear from my eye. The mighty roar sealed my fate. These people I loved condemned me. For all the good I did they hated me. Led away, I

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-26986995107987134762009-10-30T17:24:00.001-05:002009-10-30T17:24:44.545-05:00

what light brightens the drab dullness that surrounds me more than your sweet smile? what sweeter sound could drift on the wind to my ears than your angel-voice? what depths could I reach that would pull me deeper still like your gorgeous eyes? what beauty shimmers and shines as brilliantly as the beauty of you?

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-36686933348952997762009-10-30T17:23:00.001-05:002009-10-30T17:23:37.238-05:00

I see Him in the waves that wash ashore. I see Him in the moonlight, shining brightly. I see Him at the top of every mountain. All the stars are little points of Him. I see Him in the raindrop plunging downward. I see Him in the seedling reaching upward. I see Him as the rose unfolds her petals. When the butterfly flutters by, I see Him. I see Him in a baby's little fingers. I see Him in a

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-14900803926863421892009-10-30T17:22:00.001-05:002009-10-30T17:22:42.553-05:00

Misting shallows silent stay ghost flees the day Facelessphantomhidesbehind mask of beauty white Silence...the angel sings not of the light

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-12597610107858974832009-10-30T17:20:00.001-05:002009-10-30T17:21:54.432-05:00

Its beams reaching down, giving a smile to a frown. Distanced eyes meet above. The moon exists for love.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-91656658847205110702009-10-30T17:19:00.000-05:002009-10-30T17:20:21.081-05:00

Peace still water glistening diamonds catching sunlight flinging it towards me raindrops settling softly leaves shushing each other dancing with the sun shhh...listen... can you hear it?

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-69114559251917082012009-10-30T17:16:00.001-05:002009-10-30T17:18:20.609-05:00

tick . . . tick . . . tick train clacks by slacker keeps time tick . . . . tick . . . . tick q u i c k e r q u i c k q u i c k e r slacker                   slacks                   slower tick . . . . . . tick . . . . . . tick quicker greets slacker tick . . . . . . . . . . tick . . . . . . . . . . tick

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-10228628458062941142009-10-30T17:15:00.001-05:002009-10-30T17:15:41.397-05:00

Not unlike spokes of a wheel, shafts of golden life poke into and through snow-white cotton. Pink and purple and blue bend and bend and flow into and between snow-white cotton. Cheeps and chirps and screeches flap, dart, soar just below and in snow-white cotton. Branches, gnarled and slender, stretch and reach for, yearn to feel snow-white cotton. Groggy eyes flicker and squint. The sun - it's

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-39513995043715599942009-10-30T17:13:00.001-05:002009-10-30T17:14:54.671-05:00

Dum, dum, dum, dum dance, dance circle dance, dance circle Dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum foot hop foot foot hop foot Dum, dum, dum, dum repeat indefinitely

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-42686056470979009192009-10-30T17:10:00.001-05:002009-10-30T17:11:34.659-05:00

Dum, dum, dum, dum el cric ec nad, ec nad elcric ecnad, ecnad Dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum to ofp oht oof toof poh toof Dum, dum, dum, dum ylet anif edni ta eper

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-62969792670002287972009-10-30T17:07:00.002-05:002009-11-09T23:41:32.591-06:00

The world rings through sliced in two sits on pool- ing stem below

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-84095594502828217572009-10-30T17:04:00.003-05:002009-10-30T17:07:05.738-05:00

Surrounded with sea of self- creation Water- falls of tapestries flow from my fingers rushing down the walls of my captivity splashing to shape the earth beneath in ripples and waves

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-58203844509062989112009-10-30T17:00:00.003-05:002009-11-01T18:51:25.279-06:00

dn down rotate around flip-flop found

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-85337094582964274572009-10-30T16:58:00.002-05:002009-10-30T17:01:33.701-05:00

The silky mist slowly lifts. Mountains try to hide the burning sun, peeking underneath a cloudless sky. The awe of early dawn, So it is in love.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-3031585036100644622009-10-30T16:45:00.007-05:002009-10-30T16:57:05.193-05:00

A     wisp     of     winter     wind whistles     softly     across     the     whitened     landscape. Ice-covered     branches crack     quietly     together,     keeping     clumsy     time. A     swirling     snowflake hangs     suspended     in     almost-silence.

Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039681177004191036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553299622081379170.post-50041961352956914252009-10-29T14:56:00.002-05:002010-08-04T01:19:13.210-05:00

Check back soon for most (if not all) of my poetry - some of it even as it's written. :o)

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