Wednesday, November 30, 2011

My love is mine to give and yours to do with what you will

Although I love you,
My love is mine to give and yours to do with what you will.
As the days grow short, my heart begins to long
And the distance between us,
Is far too great to travel by foot but our words can yet be
   passed along.

May your silent readings of my poem wrap my arms around
   your breast,
And squeeze you gently tight into my chest
As my bearded lips whisper hoarsely the proclamations of a
   distanced love
And you lean your dark-haired head onto my shoulder and
   purse full lips to kiss,
But the words go on, steadily on, until the hoarseness of my
   voice ceases to exist.

Although the cloudless sky has covered that shortened sun,
And I have returned to where I have begun,
My love is mine to give and yours to do with what you will.
But now that my gift of words is sent and its reciprocate's
   future unknown,
I tolerantly wait, for my love is mine to give and yours to do
   with what you will.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Empty Table

Still yet waiting
Ready to receive
Built for welcome

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Have a job for the town
and a job for the state
And a job for yourself
and a job for history
A job for unity, strength and resolve
and a job for being a man
A neighborhood is best explored by foot
A city by biking
A state by driving
A country by air