Offerings

I know it hurts,
And I’m sorry that it does,
I know I cant help,
But to wrap you in my words,
It’s not enough,
But it’s what I have,
Unworthy as I may be,
Still I lay these offerings,
At your feet…
Acceptance,
Loyalty,
Love,
Understanding,
Joy,
Sensuality,
Sensitivity,
Dichotomy,
I offer the words,
That are of me,
For they are all,
That are mine to give,
Let them be a balm,
To ease the numbing pain,
If only for a while…
There is no more hollow gift,
Nor one so filled,
As simple words,
Spoken from the heart,
Of one who desires,
To see you happy…
I am sorry,
They are all I have to give.

Dance

I can feel the energy of the day,
Currents spinning,
Guiding my footsteps,
Cool morning and steaming cup,
Lift my spirits from sleep…
A truck rattles past,
Where does he go?
That he must hurry so…
Words dance between the seconds,
Playing their games,
Dareing me to catch them,
Challenging me to find,
Their rhyme..
Can’t rhyme nunchucks?
I dont give two fucks,
Want to rhyme scuba?
For that you need a map,
Of Cuba… or Aruba..
There are fleeting words,
Hidden and forgotten,
Like Scurrilous rumors,
Thrice Blithering Mullock,
Gibbering in the shadows…
There are words that heal,
A hope wrapped joyous dream,
And words that wound,
Ugly ungrateful lieing useless…
As the artist plays his melody,
I shape a thought,
Examine it in detail,
And word by word,
Sculpt it apon the page…
And now my cup is empty,
Bereft of …… all warmth.
So come my muse,
And fill me once again,
That I may drink deep,
From your life giving waters,
And marvel…
As the words dance.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Behind the words

Peeking through cracks,
Feeling the raw emotion,
Slipping past the syllables…
To you,
The translucent letters,
Are but a thin veneer,
Shading the truth…
To you,
Not a page,
But a window,
Through which vision,
Becomes clear..
In you mind,
I carve wonders,
Of wood and stone,
Of Flesh and bone,
And you see me..
Laying in the shadow,
My heart,
Bleeding,
Into my pen.

Words hunger

Words hunger…

Gnashing syllables,

Bite deeply into the heart,

Masticateing emotion,

Ripping and tearing,

The gristle of thought,

Grinding and crushing,

The bones of truth,

Bloated belly bursting,

With Silence.

Best wishes -SirHanz