Hurt grows in my heart

I felt the pain of love's first sting
when I was shot by cupid's dart.
I would have given everything
but it was hopeless from the start.
For you were wearing that man's ring
which tore my bloody soul apart.
So now the death of love I sing
and grievous hurt grows in my heart.

Snippets

Who am I
Where am I
Why am I
Lost am I


All days start off well
then get shot to hell.
I'm grumpy, can you tell?


All the names
of all the people
that I have ever loved.
Are inscribed upon the palimpsest of my heart.


I sweep up the leaves.
The wind blows the leaves away.
I sweep up the leaves.


Skateboards, bikes and bubble gum.
Winter snow and summer sun.
Memories, now that boyhood's gone.


I dream once more of seagulls and the sea
A dream, a metaphor for being free


Infinity, the biggest thing.
What should we keep Infinity in?

An Origami Crane

I sort through his belongings
for the charity to claim
and at the bottom of his bag
an Origami Crane.

Conversation failed him
due to damage in his brain.
But communication happened through
an Origami Crane.

He couldn't say he loved me
but I knew it just the same.
His love was in the making of
an Origami Crane.

The child himself is gone now
but the memories remain.
Triggered every time I see
an Origami Crane.

I Write

I write, (I never knew that I could write)
with form and structure, rhyme and rhythm too.
I take these words, black ink on paper white
and post them here for everyone to view.
And not just words that fit and rhyme and scan
but hopes and fears wrung from the heart of me
The truths that are the measure of this man
appear upon this page for all to see.

I write words I could never say out loud
they flow in freedom down this pristine page
though I take care to keep hid from the crowd
the name of her for whom my feelings rage.

Yet still she knows, she read the message here
and needs no verse to make her feelings clear.