Sunday, October 28, 2012

Dunia


he lowered his gaze
looking away 
from the whet
of her whimsical want 
longing
listening 
to the unfurl
of her rhyme
he brushed the loose curl
of unkept time 
from the carefully carved curvature
of her porcelain spine 
his will waned
his heart stained
her silence seducing
to the tune of his name

revealing 
temptation’s noose
her eyes like beacons
bore him a ravenous rush
bittersweet intoxication
too weak to hush the whispers
undressing his soul
he splashed truth onto his mind 
desperate to find 
a safe place to escape
a home to unwind

begging time to coalesce 
his limbs did digress
he found himself bound
to the sirenous sound
of her lies
he fell prey to her test
suckling poison
possessed
by the prowess of deadly illusion

how quickly the transfusion begins
as sin circulates
and darkness debilitates
such
is the promise
of Dunia 




Friday, October 19, 2012

Second Chances



there is beauty
in second chances
in stolen glances
hope waiting to be found
'round the bend
where the sound of hearts
that take the time to mend
lend to us the courage to believe
once again 

to weave our wounds of war
into transcendent tunes that demand more
pushing us to soar
above fields of forgiveness
child-like dreams
holding hands of hope
leading us back to innocence
awakening the believer within

where possibilities begin to bloom
and gentleness embraces the fears we once gave in to
too soon 
where tears fall a little gentler
and moments are just that
moments

where trust comes
naturally
and smiles warm us
unintentionally
and souls surrender
to the stillness we can now call home



free from need
we bleed beauty, not pain
we walk along the shore of surety
fully knowing
none of this has been in vain

come

it's time
to try again





One Day


one day
we'll put down our shields
of judgment
and open our hearts
to “them”
we'll stop mocking
those
who are different
stop talking
about things we don't understand
we'll reach out
with sincerity to
those
who isolate themselves
from the world
never truly being able to imagine
the pain
that stains their souls
leaving their lives
shattered
full of holes
full of emptiness
one day
we’ll realize
the weight of our words
only then
will this madness end

Thursday, October 18, 2012

In Between



between reality
and dream
between shadow
and light
between silence
and scripture
lies doubt
between rest
and desire
between poetry
and pain
between hunger
and trust
a child
without a fear
without a reason
without a place
to hide
how hesitation does confide
in the soft silhouettes
that ride the waves
of persecution
we lose our balance    
we lose our sight
gasping for touch
raising our glasses
to the wind
we wait
anticipate the descent
of daylight
into anything that feels real
daring to defend
our darkness

Waiting for Dark


I close my eyes
and hold my breath
waiting for dark
to unveil me

I touch my scars
picking at noise
waiting for dark
to exhale me

I trace my path
where love once bled
waiting for dark
to complete me

I mask my pain
retreating in words
waiting for dark
to release me

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Saturday Morning



i woke with a sense of urgency
perhaps
knowing the beauty of a brand new day
perhaps
knowing not to allow a single moment to slip away
perhaps
knowing how much my entire being longed to play
and so i did
i held my boy in my arms for a long time
he kissed my nose
he giggled
in that mischievous way only a six year old knows
i popped sections of a tiny tangerine into his mouth
he lit up
as if to say
this
mama
is how we’re meant to love
i played scrabble with my older boy
he asked me if it was ok to put down the word ‘fart’
i replied with the kind of laugh every grown person should have the chance to know
i chased my youngest boy around the dining room table
my fingers wriggling
preparing to feast on his belly’s bouts of hysteria
stop mama!, he yelled with a huffing seriousness
only to get a head start on me and tease, come and get me now!
i sipped ginger tea with a teaspoon of raw honey
i played, and sung with all my heart, Puff The Magic Dragon on my guitar
I wrote poems
about butterflies, silence, love, life...
I wrote poems
to sprinkle seeds of gratitude deep in the soil of my soul
i sat at the keyboard by my bedroom window
and let my fingers fall onto the cold white keys
resting there for a while
smiling at the silver squirrel balancing on the bare of winter’s hush
i felt a rush of longing
missing the canopies of leaves
missing the song of the blue jays
missing the smells of summer
kissing my moment
my eyes closed
my fingers fell
into unrehearsed rhythm
conducting my breath
on Saturday morning

Saturday, March 3, 2012

mint tea and slivers



my heart heavy
weighted 
with a love 
i was not yet strong enough
 to hold
all i wanted 
was to grow old with you
sip mint tea
 under the stars

swing on the porch
listening to the lull of the cars
 on the highway
smiling
reminiscing
 about moons that waned
while our souls rained
childhood dreams

somehow 
while i was carving my heart
 to fit your key
i lost sight of the me
you needed me to be
and so our love grew grey
and drifted away

and what i wanted you to say
was that no matter what
it'd be ok
we'd be ok
but that's not the way it works, is it?
shit happens
vows break

who woulda known
that an innocent mistake
might take us out of the fold of forever
turning a lifelong endeavor
into yesterday's news

i'd like to believe
we choose our fate
that as we grate bone
to fill fleshy fears
tears might bleed us back to clay

i laugh
seriously
who would stay
to wade through knee-deep madness
who would have enough patience
to bear the weight
of static sadness

who wouldn't run
at the first sight of silence
who wouldn't break free
from chains that only stain
sentiments better suited for postcards

alone i stay
collecting shards of half truths
painted just the way i like them
sparkly
sharp
slivers of hope 
that still sting when I breathe

and all i can do is believe
clench fragments of dreams
crazy glue promises we made
to the blades i hone chaos with
wrap myself in your voice

make the choice to sever
to weather the storm inside my gut
and for all but a moment 
of false sanity
not regret stripping myself down bare

and as i prepare to take my leave
careful not to breath
 the dust of my own devastation
without a single moment of hesitation
i walk away

into the darkness of light
no longer willing to fight
for this

eyes closed
as the distance between us grows
i blow you one last kiss
from my heart


so it is
that we must part
start to live again
heal the wounds of want
holding tight to the hope
that one day
we’ll free ourselves
from ego chokeholds
and learn be friends
again

the poetry industry



the poetry industry
where hearts have become commodities 
and pure love is now an oddity
we are the prodigies of our words
begging to be heard
by any soul
that may create the illusion 
of us feeling whole
we seek to fill our man-made voids
relationships
like toys
tinkered with 
and tossed
we seduce our own minds
till all humanity is lost
to the rhythm of delusion 
we succumb 
to intoxicating profusion 
of false gods
our egos 
we stroke 
invoke 
praise
held in a delirious daze
until death 

Saturday, February 11, 2012

echoes


instead 
of sharing 
our gifts
we judge
one another
only revealing 
our own 
inadequacies
instead
of giving
our love
we hoard 
haphazardly 
waiting 
to receive
more
we only deceive
ourselves
more
til the shore no longer
reaches the sea
and the lighthouse
fails to be
a beacon
 of hope
but rather
a grey mound
off of which
the sound of regret
echoes
filling souls
 with empty promises
of revival



Saturday, January 28, 2012

bittersweet scars



you were never
 really with me
your mind
 always racing
to far off places
the many faces
 of poetic impulse
lured yourself
 into the rabbit hole
where you stole a taste
of someone else's reality
simple love cannot compete
with the bittersweet scars
 we carve with words
when all we long for
is to be heard
reassured
cured
 of violent voids
that bleed marrow
to dust
lacing lament
with the kind of lust
that thrusts us
 into flames
of futility 
yet
 i wait by that hole
peeking in 
reaching in
steeping
into silence
picking
 at the rust
that corrodes
my heart
i start to wonder
if you’re ever coming out

© jd 

Saturday, January 14, 2012

the answer





fierce winds blow
sins deep inside
self destructive souls
self loathing minds
to places prayers dare not fold
fantasies fray
where temptation’s sold
scalpers inflate
egos rise
we row our reasons
we know our kind
quick circumcision
of fears that bleed
I’m the only one I’ll ever deceive
tangled tricks
pick up sticks 
a dangerous game
of squandered shame
one wrong move
foundations sway
lose a turn
lose a life
lose yourself in blame
or
simply refuse
to answer his call
that’s his job
to make you fall
to poison your palette 
to blind your ears
to busy your todays
with yesteryears
and
tomorrows
that may never come
and if we busy our todays
on the run
from ourselves
from Truth
from silence
we may never hear
the answer
© 2012

Thursday, January 12, 2012

unadulterated beat



he wrapped my bleeding heart
in a fine piece of gauze
gently placed it next to his
and in that breathless pause
between life and death
his heart covered mine
with a delicates skin
his love
clearly sent from the Divine
with one unadulterated beat
my tear stained gauze fell to the floor
our hearts now beat as one
and mine does bleed no more