When This Hand Writes: Through and Through

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Through & Though

Distant Lands

A Calm Less Sea

A Poem or Two

T H R O U G H  &  T H R O U G H

Pierce me now, through and through 

All the way until my attention is yours

Search my heart in solitude

And then again when it's busy with chores

If I am not known, fully and true

I’ll never be rid of this protective shell

And if that day never comes, what will I do?

I’m alone in here and it smells of hell

But I do not only want to be known

I seek to know the one who awoke me!

I’ve heard his voice and know its tone

But then it was gone in a hurry 

Or did I go and leave you there?

Off on your own in some other place

If that’s what happened, please tell me where!

I’ll go this minute and plead my case

Until I’m walking everyday with you

I cannot be known, fully and true

And until I’m fully known by you

Pierce me again, through and through

D I S T A N T  L A N D S

I'm off without a master plan

To the grounds of a different sand

The people of another man

I'm off into a distant land

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A  C A L M  L E S S  S E A

Out on a calm less sea

A man was destined to go

He cursed in disbelief

At waters he did not know 

She took him into her home

And made him to believe 

That when waters can be blown

Man must sleep the great sleep

A  P O E M  O R  T W O

I cannot stop this writing 

It flows like a river still

The more I let it take me

The less that I’ve had my fill

First, a poem or two here

Then a poem or two there

And soon, I'd trespassed beyond

Into a new world, I’d fared

But what of the one I know?

Shall I exit the river?

I fear the repercussions

I long to be a giver!

To give away what I see

And to show the world my life

Through words with special meaning

To let you peak through these eyes

If joy is found in giving

Then in the river I’ll stay

To new worlds it will take me

And I’ll give it all away

Yes, I'll give it all away!

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When This Hand Writes: Into A Dark Forest

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Into A Dark Forest
My One, True Friend

When Bullets Miss

Just What I Needed

I N T O  A  D A R K  F O R E S T

One thing that’s sure is the uncertainty of the fog  

And when it surrounds, I wonder what’s awry

 It speaks to my nerves and leads them astray

Into a dark forest with no other way

But once it’s gone, I desire its tension

And the feelings that stir at its very mention 

Is it only me or be there others, too?

Who feel the same way when it comes to hover?

The closer it gets, the more I’m drawn

Into its wrongful embrace, its seductive yawn 

I just might let it take me away

To wherever it resides, there I will stay

And then we’d be together, the two of us, finally!

And never again will I doubt its intentions 

The next time it comes I will follow it home

Into a dark forest with no other way

 
M Y  O N E  T R U E  F R I E N D

I love when my owner packs me around

For a walk in the woods or into town 

I hold all his things wherever he goes

 And it’s my pleasure!  It’s all that I know

  

Sometimes I’m hung on the branches of trees

As he takes pictures of me and the leaves

And I say, “cheese!” but he never responds

I think he’s a mute, but I could be wrong

  

But that doesn’t matter; I know we’re close

I hug him real tight wherever he goes!

W H E N  B U L L E T S  M I S S

When bullets miss there are second chances

And an accuser is given the same

What will you do with the chances you’re given

When the gun of your mouth is seeking to maim?

When wounds heal there are second chances

And a victim is given the same

What will you do with the chances you’re given

When the wounds of your skin are seeking to blame?

J U S T  W H A T  I  N E E D E D

By the wood I split, I made a fire 

Just right in size for me to admire
With the coffee I had, I brewed a cup 

Just to my liking; it was enough

With the night before me, I listened and heard 

The sound of the forest and the wood as it burned
With the night before me, I sipped and explored 

My love for coffee with thoughts in accord

Then I listened once more and this is what I learned 

The song of the night forest completes that of the birds 

And it was just what I needed
(and perhaps a bit more)

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When This Hand Writes: Movements of the Candle

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When This Hand Writes

Movements of the Candle
Her

Floorboards

W H E N  T H I S  H A N D  W R I T E S

When this hand writes
What I can see will come to be

When this hand writes
Ideas are formed, worlds are born

When this hand writes
I create light; let it be bright!

When this hand writes
The child inside comes alive

When this hand writes
Truth is a tale I choose to tell

When this hand writes
I give you my eyes – open wide!

 

M O V E M E N T S  O F  T H E  C A N D L E

 

 Gentle, smooth, full of promise

With grace it moves, healing calmness

Dead of night, forever changed

Glowing whisper, eternal flame

Did you hear just what was said?

Flicker, flicker to all the dead
 

H E R

Who could've known what I now know?

None had gone before, but I did go

Out I swam into a setting sea

For there she was, floating with ease

And what I found I shall never reveal

For my word is strong and my decision sealed

You may ask or deceive and, surely, you will blame

But only I will know the diplomat of the waves

F L O O R B O A R D S

Under floorboards some things lie

Messages, secrets, old replies

Hidden in darkness yet full of light

Things unknown are yours to find

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