Thursday, September 29, 2011

Dear Friend,

Good morning dear friend,
Re-reading your blog.
And wondering how you are doing now.

Wondering if you understand this gift you have.
Wondering how to help you see.
How to give you happiness?

Wishing you were closer
So that I could hold you quietly
When you doubt yourself so completely.

Wishing you were here, or I there
So that I could show you
All the people you touch everyday.

Wondering if today will be a good day for you
Wondering what I can say to make it happen
Give you all good days.

Good morning dear friend
Just checking in as usual
To tell you I love you.


This is being republished in its original form. You can read it in a very different form at ChocolateScotch.

Something missing here.
Searching to find what that might be--
Little piece of me.

Sing a song of love
Loves lost and longing for love
Sorrowful sonnet

Measured meters rhyme
Time finding time no meaning
Purposes are nil

Struggle with myself.
Looking for meaning where none.
Pushing aside fear.

Life disappoints me.
When realization hits--
ordinary me.

Special spark snuffed out.
It's brightness it's flame scary.
Better do without.

Time takes prisoners;
you, me, all of us someday.
We don't know better.

This emptiness speaks.
It's voice I don't want to hear.
Hiding from the truth

Pushing it down deep.
A special place created
no one else can see.

What is truth? Really?
If yours and mine are different
How can it be truth?

An absolution
absolutely completely.
What the hell is that?

Speaking in circles
tail chasing tail chasing me.
No one will notice.

Looking deep within
means I must open my eyes.
I don't want to see.

See, hear, think, and feel:
some of the ways we detect
when the world rings true.

Special circumstance
giving old words new meanings.
A strange kind of gift.

Something is lacking:
conviction, dedication

Angels feet touch down.
As they lightly tread reveal
true identity.

What of heaven? Hell?
Did Dante have gift of sight?
Will I see you there?

Blasphemous! Cry some.
Arcane dogma! Chant others.
I know where I stand.

Where? You ask of me.
Why? That's none of your business!
My faith is my own.

A woman's body
Is it hers? Or do you own?
Who gave you this right?

Why when you see me
do you only see my flaws
not my divine gifts?

There is a power
emanating from my soul.
If you look, you'll see.

Belief in your Self
so difficult to master
but necessary.

Ages old wisdom
nestles deep inside your soul.
Open your Self.  See!

To you I bare all
hopes and fears, my secret self.
Will you protect me?

Searching. Searching still.
Coming to terms with answers
that answer nothing.

Smile! Dammit!

Sometimes things are not
what they appear to be and
sometimes they just are

If you close your eyes
and listen with just your heart
you will hear the truth

You have conviction
in listing your shortcomings
what you lack is truth

affects many things in life
not my love for you

When you feel the sun
caressing you with her warmth
feel my heart in yours

What the hell do I
need to do to make you smile?
Moon some passing cars?

Hey! Wow! Look at that!
Don't try and say you didn't.
I saw you grinning!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Poetry for a Friend

Sneaking up behind
wrapping arms fiercely around
nuzzling neck nips ear

You're instantly hard
the best form of flattery
is turning you on

As much as I want
your body, your mind, your heart
intrigue me much more

Tell me your stories
tell me your craziest dream
that's what real friends do

There's a place inside
the very center of me
where there's room for you

You won't be alone
all I hold dear have a space
hearts have no boundaries

We may write fiction
but the truth is in the words
spoken between friends

Friday, September 23, 2011

If I Sent You a Message

If I sent you
A message
Every time I thought of you
Your inbox
Would overflow
I send this message
In the stead of
Untold millions
Of sweet little thoughts
Of you, my Love.
That you may see
In front of you in words
That which I hope you feel
Every second of every day
My love for you.
If I could touch you
I would pull you into me
Wrap your body and soul
Within me and mine
Holding you forever
This distance is too great
For any physical touch
So my thoughts will have to do
for now
Always thinking of you

Thursday, September 08, 2011

Harrisburg Flood of 2011

The mighty, sleeping giantess
awoke today;
stretched her liquid arms
reached out with many fingers
and embraced the world around her.

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

Success Guest Posts Wanted

Back on June 7th I got one of my hair-brained ideas; I decided to ask for guest posts on the subjects of Art, Creativity, and/or Inspiration. In addition to putting out the post and a few tweets, I sent out direct messages inviting creative folks I knew to participate.

The resulting posts went up on a new site called As of today, there are 63 guest posts on those topics. They range from an audio response to a sonnet, to a fictionalized account of me searching for thoughts on creativity inside the mind of a friend. And while I think the possibilities for posts about art, creativity, and/or inspiration are endless, I've decided to move on and give you a new topic: success.

So tell me what "success" means to you. What is it? How do you define it? Is it lasting? Fleeting? Elusive? Possible? How do you know when you are successful? What constitutes success for you? Work? Fame? Family? Money? And, once you define it, how long till that definition changes?

You can send your thoughts (along with a short bio if you are new to Chocolate Scotch as a contributor) to DyedBrightHere (at) gmail (dot) com.

Saturday, September 03, 2011

Thunder Rumbling

Thunder rumbling
in the not-too-far-and-getting-closer-every-second distance.
Long, low rumbles
vibrate through my soul;
growling like my lover.

Tension building,
waiting for the flash,
waiting for the release.
The promise of a pounding rain
rumbling from your lips.

My tears will fall first.
The pain of missing you
so complete
the thought of riding out a storm without your strength
more than I can bear.

The air around me stills,
nature gathers herself.
Breaths collected and held.
A lover's embrace
shelter enough through any storm.

Thirsty from want and wanting.
Torrential downpour painful, bruising;
wetness pounding life back in,
removing need.
Relief complete in the quiet after the storm.