NO1GR8r

"Without You"

With bated breath

and a pounding drum

beneath my rippled palate,

I beat a path from you

to my own.

My heart empowered

your ego and

made less my existence

to the point where I was lost

without you.

Without you.

Without you

I can find myself

alone, yet..

EMPOWERED because

I will be FREE

to live again

in my own world

Without you.

k/d/morris - link removed © 2008

This poem was written 3-4 weeks ago while we were apart, and thats why it has that tone. I gave it to her in a book yesterday and she was very appreciative about it. I wanted her to know what i was thinking and going through as well as how i have grown through all this. I wrote another too that i gave her as well as some other writings for her. Things are still good, we are taking it slow

Ok. It is good to know. And I hope that your holiday was good for you both.

Inside

 

You tell me you don’t know

You say you are not sure

You feel something amiss

Your love no longer pure,

 

Time is what you have asked

Space is what you crave

Love is what you desire,

Love is what would save,

 

Like the morning sun

Touching you for the first time

Each morning giving new hope

That life will give us a sign,

 

Just look down deep

Deeper than you have ever

You will see the love

The love that you thought never,

 

Never would have shown

Had you not asked

For I have found love inside

That forever was masked,

 

If you could look into my soul

You could tell me you’re sure

if you give our love a chance

You could tell me you know

 

TJ

Hey there Buddy!

This is a nice poem but let me ask if things have taken a turn?

It reads with a tone of hope and uncertainty. Maybe I am wrong. I am hoping that all is well with you based on this.

"Broken"

When I first met her

she came to me like a

caged bird with a song in her heart

and a spirit like a butterfly

free flowing from

flower to flower...

Beautiful and life giving

with breath taking power

in her wings -

with a dark and tortured past.

A past that would soon return

to sabotage one of her wings.

And I,

the man with a childlike spirit,

and hope, will be there

because I carry Elmer's glue

for such occasions.

I will be there

So that when I find said

broken butterfly

I can fix her wing.

Bond her spirit to her broken body...

throw her up to God

with hope that he would fix her.

Fate would have me only

witness her disappointing decent

back to earth still broken

but full of life.

See, what I learned was

the Elmer's glue used

to hold her spirit intact

was failing her.

It wasn't allowing her back

into heaven in the condition

she was in.

Her spirit had been broken by too many

failed attempts at love, patience

and forgiveness.

Until I began to care for her,

I didn't know that her life was

a periodical of pain

in need of purging in pursuit of pleasure

while forsaking praise

from the palates of angels -

this will be the truth of her.

The truth that will allow she

to see

that her wing

was indeed

broken.

No matter how much glue

I put on her broken wing,

no matter how close

I threw her to God,

she refused to fly.

And her song sought sanctuary

from the sinister solitude

of her cage that scavengers

would sit silently

sifting through her spirit

in search of something selfishly

to steal from her soul.

They waited

and watched from the sidelines

for her to fail

and fall back to earth

broken and alone...

This is not the life that this

butterfly wants or needs.

Elmer won't satisfy her today.

She requires crazy glue.

An adhesive strong enough to

to withstand the pressure of flight

and the ability to hold her wings in place

while being a friend

and sounding board for her complaints

of failed attempts

at flight and freedom.

For her failed attempts

at salvation and love.

For her success

at the self destructive behavior

of flying too close to the sun -

that can only be fixed with time...

Time that we don't own

but waste.

Time that is on loan

and not ours to give.

Time that sets tones,

breaks homes

and heals broken bones

or feathers

so that she may seek faith

to try to fly again

on her own.

And next time,

when I pray for her

and throw her to the heavens...

I will, as she leaves my hands

ask God if he will catch her,

fix her wing

and help her to fly?

Until that moment comes,

I will hold her.

I will hold her

until I see trust and faith

courageously encouraging her

in her eyes.

I will hold her

precious and broken.

I will hold her

with Elmer's glue in hand

ready for the next idea

that leads her to believe that

she can fly

with only one wing.

I will encourage her -

empower her to believe

that she can try to do it...

against all logic and advice...

but even then, I will hold her

and let her know

that I will be there

to pick up the pieces

of her shattered dreams

and promises broken

- lost during flight

with a broken wing

Elmer's glue and faith.

I will be there

to fix her

broken wing

and spirit.

"Broken" k/d/morris © 2007