My Heart

My heart is a piñata
Beaten until the sweet contents pour
Scattered across a cold concrete floor
Childish women push and shove to get every morsel
Confectionaries that delight the limit of their soul
So pleasing to the palate and content of their mind
But the true essence they seldom find

My heart is a piece of paper
Scattered by the whispers of wind
Written on by poetry of the past glory and sins
Astute women chase the sacraments to read the rhymes
Morsels of wisdom and grace seasoned by time
So uplifting and inspiring to their spirit and heart
But the true meaning they are blind to from the start

My heart is a stone
Hardened by the seasons of rain and drought
Tattered by the bastions of pain and doubt
Wounded women grasp hold of the cold solid formation
Anchored to the crevices and peaks of affirmation
So sturdy and dependable to steady their vision
But they don’t see or discern the excision

My heart is a flag
Tattered by the indiscriminate breeze
Pardoned by the perpetual bending of the knees
Curious women examine the stitches the threads
Fixated on bringing light and life back from the dead
So venerable that they respectfully give salute
But they don’t recognize the depth of its roots

Critical Mass

The desire is rising so wide so high so fast

My emotions are swiftly approaching critical mass

The fine line that balances the yearning of my soul
Is on the verge of losing every sense of control
At each turn each scene I see her lovely face
With each dream each thought I wish for her embrace
The longing in my heart makes my spirit grow weary
My eyes missing her presence border on being teary
The dams that holds back the lake of dreams
Is beginning to leak at its seams
At each sweet note I hear her song like a mocking bird
With each story each poem seem to echo her wise words
The love is multiplying so wide so fast
My soul is swiftly approaching critical mass

Precious Waterfall

For this is a precious tear
A tender jewel a diamond meant for pierced ears
Formed by the pressure of life the weight of time
And released by the manufacturing of heart and mind
Such priceless unclouded sphere
A baptismal liquid bid by emotions to appear
Volumes of words spoken with every tender drop
Yet even heart and mind cannot make the spring stop
This moisture like the morning dew on a rose petal
Feeds the limits of the spirit until the feelings settle
The sun will rise and reach to pick it up
The clouds will drink every drop as if from a cup

Before This Place

My innocence shined back in those days
Long before I began to comprehend this place
My heart free to feel my mind to contemplate thoughts
But now those liberties have come to naught
When I used to walk on the clouds above
On a path for miles to visit my first love
Long before my eyes were taught to see
The roads of despair the prangs of misery
Long before my mouth was prone to curse
The emotions that turned bad to worse
Long before my words were used to wound
The love that was destined to be pruned
How my heart longs to take a voyage back
And walk on that path that ancient track
Find the road that I took the wrong turn
And travel across bridges that were burned
My innocence shined back in those days
Long before I began to comprehend this place

The Memories Keep Calling Me Back

Sometimes I still hear your hugs
Remembering your commentaries about life
In the shadows I can still feel your face
Reminiscing your stories of laughter
With closed eyes I can still smell your inspiration
Recalling your prayers of love
Your thoughts have become my map
Your dreams have become my reality
Your beliefs have become my compass
Sometimes I can still see your voice
Reflecting your ideas about life
In the sunshine I can still taste your warmth
Ruminating your musings of laughter
With open ears I can still sense your presence
Retaining your treaties of love
Your views have become my songs
Your hopes have become my poems
Your memory has become my joy

Beyond the Mirror

Far away fires were still burning

The winds of your horizons now free

Faint shadows of distant time returning

Although the evening fades deep within me

Clouds engulf the limits of mountain peaks

The waves of your oceans rejoice

Echoes resound when the thunder speaks

And the shores retreat by my choice

In the distance you can hear time

Your breath a beat away from reality

Fossils of dreams hardened in your mind

Though the dark sky shines bright in me

Chord On Blue

The delight of a thousand sounds melodic and free

Inspiring my soul to dance my spirit to fly

Covering my desert with lush gentle green

Touching the dreams that hide behind my eye

The sky an endless stanza for white clouds

The ocean the meter to measure every beat

The breeze the blanket that provides a shroud

The sand a carpet that caresses my buried feet

Time and distance a fantasy in this dream

Peace and tranquility a reality so true

The rhythm is as warm as sunbeams

And my heart listens to the chord on blue