the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

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Day 312 – Confession #3: Give Your All

To Love Unapologetically is to:
Love more deeply than the depths of the tallest Venezuelan waterfall

You have served your heart up on a platter

Yes, to give your all is to impress upon the earth your deepest dedication

And love without consideration for temptation

So if today seems a day for you to love
Know that you must also be loved
You cannot just give your heart in jest
This is a serious commitment


Day 303 – Sweet Madeleine

I’ve packed you safe into a neatly shaped container.
I label you as my breakfast,

And after an hour or so,
I give in and consume you.
But I’m still hungry.

I know sugar cannot sustain me.
I’m searching for some kind of substance.
I know that it’s not your fault,
Being concocted of copious amounts of
Sugar, butter, eggs.
So I won’t complain.

In fact, I praise you for offering me
Instant satisfaction.
As soon as you meet my lips,
I feel a sense of overwhelming joy.

How blessed am I to be able to
Enjoy your encouragement.

Still you leave me wanting.
I crave you more and more,
And I know that I can’t even have you.

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Day 249 – Waikiki

Oh to breathe
And to disappear the days
Until you hardly remember why
You used to have so much suppressed aggression

Oh to be leveled
And to be equal once more
Until interrogation becomes conversation, though,
You’re used to your constructed wall

Oh to step closer
And to walk side by side
Until our pace is matched and
You guide me like you used to

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Day 220 – I’ll Cover You

It seems only yesterday
That I was more than excited to meet you
To greet you
Hold you in my arms
And as the days passed,
Stretch out my arms
So I could squeeze your hands in mine
And just as the morning glory misses the sun
And the hungry breeze licks at the waves
Perhaps temporary pain is all this is
Or is it?

Am I too contemplative to think
That our lives have passed in the blink
Of an eye, a saddened eye
One who has wept the same tears you have
When you were hurting most

To see you stand on your own two feet
Without me to defend you
With my rugged shield,
Heavy with guilt
But light, like the promise of tomorrow
It is a sight that I have yet to befriend

Though, worry not,
As we share troubles that were once
As simple as learning to grow an apple tree
Or how to mend scraped hands and knees
Or how to share friends though age told us not to
Just know that as you continue to grow
I’ll be there for you.

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Day 208 – The Great List of Escapes

Usually, I hate listing things, but I remember how we created this list of our dreams. And our dreams, beautiful but incomplete. Simple and concise. Irreversible, though easy to erase. I’ve chosen to melt them into my hands. Take them as I move and rearrange my plans.

Forgive me, I may have completed some on my own. Or in the company of others – without you. Not alone, but in the presence of other vivacious souls. Only two, but still.

But don’t you remember, through the turbulent days of past Septembers. And Novembers. And winters. Springs and melted ice. Blooming petals and photosynthesizing vines. We’ve got these under our belt so no need to forget, we’ve completed five together.

And still, we have a handful left. Five left on this list, and less time remains. I wish for the sands to slow down, and stay suspended for a while.