i wanna come home...

i wanna come home
it’s cold here
and dark
cold and dark
don’t wanna stay
but can’t seem to
find my way
outta here
don’t even know
where here is
here is not there
in the heat
in the light
here i’m alone
here i’m lonely
here is sad
full of despair
here is closed
to all traffic
a cul de sac
dead end street
one way in
no way out
here there are
no spring flowers
only a concrete jungle
of hopelessness
a winter of
weariness
no fireplace to
warm the frigid
walls of life
without you
that surround
the here of here
here the air
is thin
breathin’ hard
heart can hardly beat
here the dark days
are long
the darker nights
longer
here there is no
sunshine
here there is
no warmth
no love
no life
here there is
no you
no us

i wanna
come
home

bare walls...

these bare walls

display now the fragments
of what was
the ribbons and colors of us
hanging dangling now in oblivion
as do we
brandishing about
our naked desires
exposing for us to see
the unseeable the invisible
the unthinkable
of life apart
each without the other
these barren walls
flaunt the fractures and fissures
of frigid reality
of my reality
our reality

these walls bare

my soul my spirt
my love my lust
your lust love
uncontrollable craving
carving striping away the shroud
of make believe
of what we wanted needed
of what could be
what we would be should be
leaving open and crusted now
my bleeding heart
bleeding weeping seeping
through the cracks and crevices
of life without color
without substance
life without you without us
without love
life without living

these walls bear

the crucifix of love defied
enduring all for love alone
these walls suffer
my sins your sins our sins
bearing the weight
of what we wanted what we took
in greed and gluttony
as if our shallow skeletons
would shatter without the oasis of us
these walls also bear
love defined love sublime
love in this life unlived unfulfilled
abiding the transcripts of time and place
bearing me bearing you into us
carrying into the next life
holding and carrying gently
love into that existence
bearing us both
into that morrow
when these walls
will no longer be...

bare

tomorrow...

in how many lives
     have we loved before
 
i cannot count them all
     in how many more
 
shall we be one
     from the desert sands
 
of our yesterdays
    in the holy lands
 
to the sweeping shores
    of the oceans grand
 
in our tomorrows
    together we’ll stand