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CAN I BE THE MAN **the question**

27 Jun

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I WANT FOR NOTHING MORE THAN TO HAVE YOU WITH ARMS OUT STRETCHED I WELCOME YOU WILL YOU HAVE ME

I WON’T PRETEND THAT I AM EVERYTHING YOU’LL NEED BUT I WILL TRY EVERYDAY TO BE ALL I AM

MY SHOULDERS MAY NOT BE WIDE ENOUGH TO CARRY ALL THE BURDENS YOU HAVE BUT THEY ARE STRONG ENOUGH FOR YOU TO LEAN ON

CAN I BE YOUR BEACON WHEN SEAS GET ROUGH MY LIGHT IS UNIQUE MY LIGHT IS SAFE MY LIGHT IS WARM IT CAN GUIDE YOU LET IT SHOW YOU

I WILL GET TIRED AT TIMES BUT NEVER TO TIRED TO STOP HOLDING YOU AND LOVING YOU AND BRINGING JOY WILL YOU LET ME BRING YOU JOY

I CAN’T STOP TEARS BUT I CAN DRY THEM AND DELIVER COMFORT

WHEN YOU GET TRAVEL WARY I CAN BE SOLID GROUND UNDER FEET I CAN BE YOUR HOUSE YOU CAN REST HERE

CAN I BE THE MAN

I WOULD WALK TO THE MOON IF IT MEANT YOU WOULD BE SATISFIED THEN TURN AROUND AND WALK BACK TO KEEP YOU THAT WAY

I’M NOT SHINY BUT I AM A ROCK A STABLE PLACE A PILLAR A POST

WOULD YOU LET ME TRY

ALL THAT I AM TRYING TO CONVEY TO YOU RIGHT HERE IS I AM BUT ME NOT COMPLETE BUT FINISHED AND I WANT YOU

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14 Jun

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I have exhausted my store of happiness?

It seems my joy has come and gone, I am a person out of time, born to late.

I reach out to take hands that are already full, hearts at capacity, she is spoken for and taken.

I fallen out of synchronicity with desires and needs, I no longer have the ability to distinguish a tree from the forest.

The heart wants want the heart wants and it cares not for details nor significant others, it does not recognize dogged structure.

I am being held hostage by the beautiful unavailable, that now seeks unmentioned ransom.

Will I be a one man show in a one act play, untuned instruments,will I find hands not full, hearts with space for a lonely traveler?

There be a warm spot next to me, waiting and wanting to be filled by she, that flower that needs a little help blossoming.

Is this wicked karma paying visits to the uninitiated who have forgotten past transgressions and unadulterated affair?

Good times indeed come and go, I guess I’m left waiting for the return, waiting for this light that shines from my heart to pierce this perfect darkness and find she who’s heart light has pierced perfect darkness.

I won’t pretend to be on bent knee waiting for she that this Earth does not know, passing season while she that this Earth does know waits for me.

No more sitting by closed window in candlelight as if waiting on payment due, I will move out to collect.

Though unavailable does not make she unlovable.