textures

woke up this morning

with kisses from the sunrise

in my eyes.

the birds outside the window

sat on the branches

with their song

as the morning coffee brewed.

you were the last thought dancing

as i fell asleep –

and as i awoke

a whole days promise was speaking.

looking for tomorrow;

my awakening flows into

the textures

between reality and you.

daylight savours

all the sliding hours.

passing minutes pile up

to a setting sun rising again.

woke up this morning

with dreams swirling with the stars.

found; are you in my morning?

you are everything that composes the day.

minutes wrap themselves

within the thought of you.

c.  2016  bgw

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9 a.m.

9 a.m.

as the church bells chimed

Sunday didn’t find any rhyme.

found in yesterday’s thought

was an image i bought.

but now – here,

still found was the day remains.

through the Smoky fog smiling;

i still carry on.

the rainy mist sticks

as your memory passed by.

as hard it may be

letting everything i knew go

my hands slowly slip on the grip;

i may have inhaled you by mistake.

too many clues,

so many ways to lose.

winning cannot happen all the time

as i have learned.

10a.m.

as the church bells chimed

Sunday didn’t find any rhyme.

found in yesterday’s thought

was an image i bought.

and now – here,

the sun was found

broken

in a thousand or more pieces.

toes covered in the sand

cannot avoid the burn

as the pages continue to turn;

torn.

c.  2016  bgw

stay with me

stay with me –

these dreams are real.

a fucking heavy presents breathes a past that haunts

and scares away any promising future.

oh – there you are;

stay with me.

i felt your touch once before

perhaps while the midnight moon

came and sought the waves coming ashore.

 moonshine gulped up the plea;

didn’t you see?,

the sunrise engulfed any reason

and yet i am still left alone

to give you my all..

c. 2016 bgw

waiting in season

so you found me needing you.

can you complete me?

i seek you to fill this gap,

my heart pursues for such!

so you found me needing you.

i breathe deep

and my bed is still.

dreaming deep swirls in actuality.

 so you found me needing you.

can you complete me?

i seek you to fill my needing,

wanting;

waiting in our season.

c.2016   bgw

the black band i wear

i think of her on a daily basis.

it’s not a matter of who hurt who,

but whose intentions were true.

the feelings i gave her,

was certainly everything that i was.

i found in hers was different calling.

 so to say that one was at fault would be wrong;

a couple means two,

and that meant me, too.

so in that,

i say that i am sorry.

the black band of forgiveness sees

and reminds one self of who they are;

and maybe take some time to reflect to see

what i had and what i lost.

i think of her on a daily basis.

it’s not a matter of who hurt who,

but whose intentions were true.

the feelings i gave her,

was certainly everything that i was.

c. 2016 bgw

beyond the stars that fall

good-night.

dreams carry hope;

and dreams can quickly fade away.

found desire carries a dream;

but yet, self-made desire compromises

and distorts itself in chance.

we packed up the baggage

and returned to a familiar past.

all the wrongs in the rights;

images slur in all its speech.

deep below in the sandy shores

find the memories that leached;

a loser that lost

can only begin fresh with every new day.

love came knocking

and woke up beyond the stars that fall.

midnight ocean silence crashing,

wake up from the sudden shock.

two a.m. daze –

good-night.

dreams carry hope;

and dreams can quickly fade away.

found desire carries a dream;

but yet, self-made desire compromises

and mirrors itself alien.

when a bed starts full

and ends up empty;

we packed up the baggage

and returned to a familiar past.

c.  2016  bgw

when i find what’s next

the snow starts to fall

and the world sits in a quiet gesture.

move to the shore,

because inland was such a bore.

soundless motion;

seagulls without an ocean.

i dig in the sands

seeking for the words that are such;

blisters on my hands.

dinner table chatting

wine glass cheers clinking,

did i know you this long?

or did i fall in love before

the first hello ever blew onto shore?

and yet, the snow starts to fall

and the world sits in a quiet gesture.

move to the shore,

because finding the inland was such a bore.

 

 

 

c. 2015  bgw

words

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words sometimes assemble,

but at times collect dust.

words sit under the shade of the willow,

and eventually, we sometimes let them fade.

words echo,

yet words shout without making a sound.

words are what we see and what we speak.

turn back, and what do you seek?;

do you find words illustrating love and loss?

or do you find words interpreting hate and favour?

words motivate,

and words can punish.

words drip, bleed, cry and damage.

words can heal and acquaint –

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words shine and words darken.

words distract and daze

sought in every number

and every sound,

in itself, hides among in a word.

in every book,  on every page and every verse,

inside the words, inside the lines that they complete;

have you caught my handwriting describing you?

words are sometimes exquisite,  and words are sometimes ugly;

words that describe you are beautiful,

words that are you radiate and becomes my nightlight.

all within a conceiving daydream,

gives birth to a night time chapter.

holding, becoming, comforting!!

these words nestle in your soul;

all found dawning from your lips.

words give feel and depth –

yet giving an open ended emptiness.

view within these lines,

all that ties, and all that binds, also blinds!

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words can sometimes drive by

and always say what the silence delivers.

words doubt and words calm.

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words sometimes assemble,

but collect dust.

words sit under the shade of the willow,

and eventually, we sometimes let them fade.

 

 

 

 

c. 2015 bgw

in the washing rains

lightning sparks,

shining the reflection in the window mirrored.

a loud thunder clasp snaps soon after.

startling the sparrow, he flies through the rains falling.

there, it takes shelter under the leaves above;

watch as the old man walks under the dangling branches,

through the puddle ridden sidewalks.

past the neighbors window,

he walks by and their dog barks.

the rains come pouring down,

and washes away all the dirt;

storms move in and welcome the floods with a fresh scent –

through the mist of fallen drops;  swells the drying riverbeds.

in the washing rains

poor lady luna holding a sign

standing between the center line –

looking for someone to wipe away the pain

filling her empty veins

all awhile her newborn son lights up

and then cries out of hunger –

crying out of hunger;

lightning sparks,

shining the reflection in the window mirrored.

a loud thunder clasp snaps soon after.

startling the sparrow, he flies through the rains falling.

there, it takes shelter under the leaves above;

watch as the old man walks under the dangling branches,

through the puddle ridden sidewalks,

past the neighbors windows,

he walks by and their dog barks.

the rains come pouring down,

and washes away all the dirt;

storms move in and welcome the floods with a fresh scent –

through the mist of fallen drops;  swells the drying riverbeds.

 

 

c. 2015 bgw

shades of a smile

night sky,

as the moon sails by;

stars act like eyes,

looking down upon slumber ground –

night sky

 

dreams of a deep desire,

act like a movie conspire;

campagne for lady love

and all that could be lost,

in dreams of deep desire !  !

 

typed words of inked ribbon black,

sought words of invisible emotion;

the strength of feelings linger,

but now forgets –

to her, are just these typed words of inked ribbon black.

 

i’ve changed my face

for a change of pace.

perhaps it may have been a game that backfired on me;

but here!, in the shades of my smile –

all that is left is her faded wallpapered mile.

and i changed my face  –

for a change of pace.

 

night sky,

dreams of deep desires;

turned into typed words of invisible emotion

was it i that woke up the giving of a bright sunshine day?

yea! it was i, cycling the shades of a smile

perhaps all in the making;

night sky

 

 

c. 2015 bgw