5PM About Coffee
I have had difficulty posting this one so here it is again
Smooth like suede
hot as the sun
refreshing like an ocean breeze
eye opening like a cold shower
awakening as a pets nose
aromatic like the forest
delicious as chocolate
Today, I…6pm
Lord,
Today I made mistakes
I’m sure I called Your name in vain.
I know that I wasn’t always kind
And at some point I may have caused someone to cry.
Lord,
Today I wanted to get it right.
I wanted to be joyous as I lived Your life.
I wanted to be thankful for everything.
I wanted to show others the love that you bring.
Lord,
Today I needed to be Yours.
I needed to honour You and respect You above all.
But even though I’m not perfect,
And
Today,
I failed.
I thank You for Your grace,
and the strength to try again.
“Seven Ages”
Dear Stranger Across A Crowded Room,
I feel like I’ve known you all my life.
Through the mass of bodies,
Our eyes did meet.
And in that glance, I just knew,
What our future would be.
I’ll glide across,
And introduce myself.
Awkward as usual,
Yet, you’ll laugh at my jokes.
Like every cliché in the world,
We’ll share a lifetime’s history,
Compressed in a few brief hours.
Then comes that moment,
Fraught with uncertainty,
When we linger,
Not willing to part,
Not wanting to end.
But I’ll be bold as I’ve been all evening.
And I’ll say, “Please stay, let’s never part.”
Then hand in hand, we’ll stroll.
Off into a new dawn.
I reach you at last, and smile.
Laughing gaily,
You point and say,
“Your fly’s undone.”
Oh, well.
Best regards.
The Struggle
The struggle…
It was there inside,
Underneath
All the smiles
And pretension.
A mask of many faces
Worn on many occasions
Painted, plastic
What a masterpiece
It was then.
Now when rising up
There is no need for masks
Or pretension.
All washed away
And beauty takes its place
True beauty.
Losing momentum
Usually my words come from motivation not force I feel the fatigue of this challenge yet I push through I lost my breath long ago but I jog my pace slowed as I needed to catch my breath. I will get my second wind in the next hour passing sights I never thought I’d see landmarks and ideas that cause my pen to flow ink from the tip like the sweat from my brow. I am gaining momentum chasing down that finish line if for nothing else than to be able to say I did it. That in itself is enough incentive to keep going the finish line is there I just have to reach it.
The tattooed lady
Train tracks like a tattoo
Down the arm of my city
Bogged down in boom time
Every house tells
Of another boom that flared
Then died
Cities aren’t trees
They are built for industry
Not for beauty
Or the practicality
Of water and air
Or even sunlight
She’s a tattooed lady
With children sucking
At her teat
I don’t judge her
Bark and leaves
Aren’t much fun to eat
Summer Skin.
I can taste it, the seething heat of a summer afternoon.
It wraps me up like a blanket, its warmth kissing my skin like a long lost lover.
I’m pulled into a dreamy haze, every step taking more effort than the last, wading through a swamp of invisible mud up to my ankles in expectations and the list of accomplishments I’m yet to tick off.
Maybe they can wait.
Maybe the whole world can wait.
I lie beneath the blanket, gather it around me like it is not a summer day, but the most bitter night of winter. I take a breath. I dare not open my eyes lest the illusion be shattered. For now the world belongs to me, and if I ask it to wait, then it shall wait.
Why? …5pm
You inspire me.
But I don’t want you to!!
I’m afraid of what you would do to me if I let you in.
But do you even want to be let in?
Do you want to be my inspiration?
My Muse?
The truth is…
Whether or not you want to be.
It’s because of you that I sing…
It’s because of you that I write…
in the end
there is little to be said for the end of things
much to be felt but very little to be said
no excuses to render that will justify
no amount of apology or special gift
there is nothing one can do to fill the
giant empty space you left in the soul
of someone you used to love
no springtime flowers can drive out the scent of loneliness
or enough witty banter to replace the heart-to-heart
that used to overwhelm their world
and in the end you learn
it isn’t how you got here
it’s what you learned in the process.