Lovelorn Poet in Austin, TX: Full Moon In Gemini

Star in the Woods by Stolen w-heels

Star in the Woods by Stolen w-heels

We were written in the stars, a long time ago,
Destined to repeat our should and could have beens
We live it out over and over, hoping one day our
Will will guide us to where we
Were always meant to be
Remember the falling stars

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconThe stars up above and the stars on TV fade into a background we can barely see. But a star we can hold; albeit crumpled, worn, and old is enough to guide a way through any kind of day  – so I’ve been told… (maybe it’ll work for you too?)

Lovelorn Poet in Dallas, TX: Keep The Faith

Keep the Faith

Keep the Faith

The days are getting shorter every single moment of every tiny day that seems to last for only a fleeting moment in this life that seems to be floating through space.

I have grown accustomed to this galaxy named after a candy bar, or was it the other way around, the last time I checked I didn’t know when Mars candy company started the production of the chocolate critters they sell at almost every fill up station this side of the Mississippi. For shelling out a palmful of George washing tons you could get a mouthful of delicious chocolate and caramel while staring at the stars as you drive towards a place you can call and still consider home while the gas light begins to come on because you would have rather spent your last remaining dollar bills on a king size nugget of nourishment.

It’s no trouble because you’ve got that extra ten dollars from the twenty you broke for Chinese delivery the other night. The orange chicken is always a good decision even if instead of chopsticks from a samurai mistresses hair tie, you have a 21st century American made oversized fork that your parents gave you as a housewarming present. It certainly doesn’t disappoint in arrangement with the dinner piece set it came with.


Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconEven in this moment we are hurtling around our orbit barely able to grasp a glimmer of the Milky Way. When we can’t be one with nature’s eye-candy (darn those blasted lights) the chocolate version will suffice (maybe).

Lovelorn Poet in Austin, TX: The Poet Strikes Again

عيوني حزينه و السبب خافقي مضيوم و لا هلت العبرات ماني بـ لايمها

by Sanctuary Photography عيوني حزينه و السبب خافقي مضيوم و لا هلت العبرات ماني بـ لايمها

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The Poet Strikes Again

The lights were dim, dark, but light was in your eyes,
And I got lost, and I got lost, was lost in the ties,

That bound the night to us till the horizon broke the sky,
As we talked of everything of all of us, and all of us inside,

And I search for the meaning to the reason I lost you,
I remember you said you read these post and thus I write you,

Or maybe I just write, just to write out my heart,
Just to write out this disease of the belief in soul-mates and stars,

And maybe I write as always for no-one,
As always, always, I listen to the world and it’s slow song,

That binds me to the steadiness and the beauty.

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Eyes are the gateway to the soul, and they are often what captures our attention and hearts first. They are what we remember for the longest of times, long after other details become hazy and vague. If we knew that for those special eyes, the ties bind longer and stronger than all others, we might chose to close the lids and never look. Or not.

Lovelorn Poet in Austin, TX: Cold Winds Of Warm Memories

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Cold Winds Of Warm Memories

Cold Windsof Warm Memories

Cold Windsof Warm Memories

Everything has olden except your presence
Moons ago I went through the surf on a lonely day
The waves were unreal even then
The hulk of the shipwreck you knew about -
remember that night of storms and kisses? -
was it a ship or a delicate woman’s hat
rolled by the wind in the spring rain?
- was there too.

Memories of you better still your tender presence was there too
Transparent and deep
Nothing had changed but everything had aged at the same rate
as my temples and my eyes my hands
Long long ago I moved through the pyramids of leaves
Golden slowly in the moss
Silent cold barnacles clung desperately to rocks in the sea
Don’t you just love that platitude?

Let me go, it’s so rare for me this ironic song
Children not taken and fading in the rear view
After that it’s happiness and dancing in the hawthorns!
The aperitifs had changed the names and colors
Of the rainbows framing the mirrors.

Long long ago you loved me like no other


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Some places seem to avoid the inevitable progress of time: a quiet stretch of beach, a secluded lake, a path through the forest. Re-visiting these familiar places inevitably leads to reminiscing about the people and events that marked prior visits. I’d like to think this is how the people we loved and whom loved us stay close by even when they are far, far away.

Lovelorn Poet in Dallas, TX: Fumigate My Sadness Haiku

Fumigate My Sadness Haiku
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(a haiku of love and longing in three parts)



kicked from bed again
pesticides still cloud the air
only okra heals

you call out my name
abandon ice cream mission
turn to meet your gaze

my heart leaps with joy
sadness now fumigated
let me steal your food

lets kill bedbugs for the rest of our days. together. and leave fake poops on the toilet seats.

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