Can a fleshy heart be broken

Can a fleshly heart be broken

If we are only flesh

how can a heart break?

Hearts have attacks

when they are weak

Yet that is still flesh.

If we have nothing deeper

then that of the flesh

how can a heart be broken?

Yet if we have a spirit,

even deeper a soul

conceivably our hearts

are free spirits

which guide our thoughts

our hearts spring forth

with joy and remorse

thus a heart that breaks

has lived and loved

those who are made

of only flesh

even worse stone

have no sense of spirit

thus no sense of knowing

the possibilities of living.

Counting Blinks

Counting Blinks – Poem

Swift as a blink

Moments change

From perfection

To catastrophe

Warmth sets with the sun

Chill received from the moon

Hail penetrates quiet

Call goes out for rescue

Needing a swift blink

Back to perfection

Never again feigning

Contentment

Instead cleaving to

each moment before

the blink

Not the intent

Not the intent

Tread lightly in your walk

lest you aggrieve

the sensitive spirit

another will misconceive

Promptly set things right

never leaving a slight

understanding their plight

loving another flickered light

Inner strength and fortitude

gives no one power to intrude

upon the another’s solitude

ease their certitude

Trip over-dyslexia

Trip over -dyslexia

I see that word back and sideways

how is it I cannot gaze

as others do it gets scrambled

my mind seems in a shamble

yet when I slowly process

what my mind takes to fast

I can see what you see

it takes me longer is all

I have been told

my mind is bold

It sees things outside the box

Different dimensions

is my contention

my mind searches for more

then what is in store

Be patient with me

You will see,

What I have is a gift

Not a curse

The Breeze

The Breeze

A breeze lifts the hair

sending in flight

the sun warms the spirit

a daily delight

Allow the Breeze

to lift your heart

sometimes a sneeze

Spring is nearing

our abode

Melting the snow

sounds of dripping

has it’s flow

sending water

to the streams below

Fresh air

in the breeze

makes one yawn

hearing the trees

brings memories

of summer gone

Spring can be

like a breeze

Lifting spirits

With such ease

Yet Winter will

Not go lightly

it will bring cold

to hang on tightly

The Breeze

will swoop in

Spring back again

taking us to

Summer anew

let us wish for

early Spring

Enjoying the breeze

Scrape

Scrape

Scrape grime from shoe

Leaving optimal scuff

Hiding displacement

Life purpose is ruff

The nail is pushed

scraping scale of truth

Window to soul obscured

Layers are peeled back

Naked truth can be seen

Cover with verbiage

Violence does cleave

No one sees the bully

Wielding the edge

Cutting away at truth

Now is dead

Pressure

Pressure

Pressure on the arterial

Life bleeds out

Brimming with defiance

Fists do the shout

Cry in the darkness

Displeasure of my state

I stay rooted

deep in disgrace

Not doing for myself

I am a victim

Can’t you hear?

A debt to be paid

That Debt is yours!

Darkness envelops want

Need is lit by hate

Fire in the belly

Eating away

Decay is in the streets

Surrender

Surrender

Saved myself for you

only to be abused

scars on my heart

beaten by you

finding peace

once I fled

Finally being freed

Forgiveness is the plea

first myself then you

tortured years gone by

fleeting moments of anguish

Now leaves apathy

Protecting my Soul

From memories of thee

Pressure

This is an excerpt from my new book called “Spoiled Broth”

Pressure

Pressure on the arterial

Life bleeds out

Brimming with defiance

Fists do the shout

Cry in the darkness

Displeasure of my state

I stay rooted

deep in disgrace

Not doing for myself

I am a victim

Can’t you hear?

A debt to be paid

That Debt is yours!

Darkness envelops want

Need is lit by hate

Fire in the belly

Eating away

Decay is in the streets