Aged
When I was a younger man,
life was constant race
up a narrow staircase.
But these days feel like
standing in an open field
not knowing which way to go…
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Atlas
I am a breath, a voice, a song.
I am steps and sprints and stumbles.
I am a gentleman, a scholar, and a lover.
I am ideals and dreams and a journey beyond the horizon.
I am none of these if I can’t summon up the courage to be myself beneath the burdens of the world.
Shadowed
Running from my problems
as quickly as I could;
stopping to discover
they never left my side.
Unempty home
It’s a splash of color
in an otherwise empty room
and it makes my life fuller
by knowing it needs me too.
Trepidation
I’m poised above the page,
afraid to leave a mark,
for I won’t make an error
if I never even start.
Casual questions
Looking under the skin,
afraid to bruise a scar.
But that’s where it begins:
the truth of who you are.
Saucy
I taste the fire and salt
that makes me race and halt
in your loving arms
and your seductive charms.
Darling, it’s all your fault.
Guilt
You know it’s not your fault;
you needn’t bear the blame.
Open your battered vault –
stop shouldering the shame.
Creator
The craftsman lays his tools
upon the wood table
to weave a tale of fools
and forge fantastic fables.
Afternoon coffee shoppe
I see this room coloured
in browns, yellows, and greens
from the ceiling to the floor;
some grey splashed in between.
There are three kinds of lights
setting the atmosphere
the lamps, the sun, the “brights”
adding some warmth in here.
Quiet kitchen sizzlin’s
cut through radio jazz
with machina rumblin’s
that add to the pizazz.
Last, there are my fellows
who’re scattered ‘round the room.
They come and then they go,
usually too soon.
A (wise) man of two faces 