its poetry...I think

Where my heart is….

yoyodl — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 14:25:07 +0000

I’ve often heard it said that “Home, is where the heart is”…

well beloved, then by that simple measure, home must be where you are,

for I feel that my heart resides with you.

You feel like home, a place where there is a hearth that warms my soul

rooms to provide me comfort, places where my body and mind can belong

without thought of fear or reservation.

Home to me is the love you share from your heart and soul

the little things that make me breathe in life and live out joy.

Home to me is a niche in the wall of life where I have finally found

a place I just fit into as if it was made just for me and includes you.

You feel like home, something I’ve looked for but never quite

realized except in moments of wishful thinking until I touched you

and knew that you were for real.

If sweet beloved, home truly is where my heart is, then I know I’ve found

an abode I’ve sought. It is found where our two hearts reside, side by side.

Distraction

yoyodl — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 18:38:56 +0000

You are the sweetest type of distraction

one I look forward to day in and day out

whether its the memory of how your hair smells

a vision of your lovely face

the hint of your skin on my skin

I can’t help but think about you

its distracting

But its the greatest kind of distraction

one that I don’t mind falling into

again, and again, and again

because when I am in my trance

and nothing else matters except

per chance

a moment spent holding you, caressing you

kissing you and making love to all of you

I am fully fully aware of the bliss it brings.

You are the sweetest, greatest distraction

one I look forward falling into day to day

you’ve seduced me and won my heart over

one hundred fold.

I wish never to lose that distracted power you have over me

For in you I know I’ve struck pure gold.

You, Joanne are a distraction

I want to always have constantly from now

til I am well considered very, very old.

Muse

yoyodl — Thu, 28 May 2009 17:24:39 +0000

inspiration
to sing, to dance
to create and pro create
to laugh and cry tears of joy
a measure of growth if not in wisdom then in life

inspiration
to bring about change
and live a life full of happy moments and memories
to write, to make art in all its form

inspiration
to be the most I can be
if only to bring something new to you and me

inspiration
if that be the definition of a muse
then sweetie that you are to me.

Waking life (or Luvly is the morn)…

yoyodl — Wed, 20 May 2009 17:59:45 +0000

Luvly is the morn
when in that space between sleep and waking
not quite in a dream
my mind sees your beautiful eyes and sweet smile
it gives me pause….
do I want to open my eyes and face the day ahead?
or stay here in this state and see you and enjoy you perfect in my head.
No… I awake for that brings a promise
one that surpasses any fleeting image my mind’s eye can conjure up
it is the promise that you are out here, real for me to hold and touch and kiss and hug

Yes, luvly is the morn
in that space between sleep and waking
not quite in a dream….
but nothing, no nothing replaces your eyes and your smile when you are with me
not even a perfect figment of my imagination.

Make for Your Spirit

yoyodl — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 22:27:18 +0000

Make for your spirit a refuge

That as you travel and behold the beauty of this land

What is empty inside may be filled

What is dark and dirty may be cleansed

What is weak and sickly may be strengthened and healed

Spend these days with a smile on your face and a song in your heart

For it is in this rejuvenation, this renewal of YOU, there in lies the secret of bliss

Find the sparks my friend to rekindle that special energy I find in you

And as you behold beauty that is outside

Reflect on the beauty I see in you

Come back renewed, ready to face the coming days

Whatever challenges and doubts and fears are ahead

You know they’ll come, but I know you will overcome

Make for your spirit a refuge my friend

You have it in you, to do even more great things

For like these islands you’ve come to love so much

There’s more to you that others need to see and hear.

Safe Journeys……

Profound Loneliness

yoyodl — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 07:03:28 +0000

I never knew how hollow I could feel
it was as if someone took what I had on the inside
and gutted me without spilling a drop of blood.

I was empty the day you walked away.
There was no sound………

……… ………

there was no smell (inhale…hold…hold…exhale)…

(close eyes…hold…hold) there was no light (open eyes…)

no sense of touch.

In this state I knew nothing, no one could fill me up again.
I was forever alone now in a sea of faces I’ve known for all this time.
No word, or smile or song or embrace could console.

EMPTY….HOLLOW ….ALONE…
no one to share this sadness, no sense of relief for this heavy feeling, this eternal hurt.

I know I can move on and that eventually there will be another.
But in this moment ’til then all I can feel is profound loneliness.

Untitled

yoyodl — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 00:35:14 +0000

I saw her again tonight

Looking great as she always does

walking into a room

and somehow bringing a smile to everyone she says “Hello” to

it had been close to two weeks

since I guess I inadvertently put myself

on her shit list again

Ah, the old silent treatment…except

it hasn’t stopped with just ignoring

my existence whenever we’re at an event together

I don’t even exist in cyberspace

Yup, in a world run by instant messenger and chat

I’ve suffered the worst fate a netizen could get

I’ve been blocked from her buddy/ friends list

What a slap in the face(book)…..

Strength….

yoyodl — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 05:56:42 +0000

You have a sacred strength my friend

Despite the struggles of your life, you come through smiling

No amputation of your limbs or relapse of that deadly disease
could dampen the energy in your eyes, the strong hue of your aura

You affect change with who you are

You’ve survived and in doing so inspired

That which for other mere mortals would have been a death sentence
A reason to crawl away and wait for that boney figure
to appear and collect his due

You thwart and up end – demanding he come some other time
for you have not yet even begun to live your life

Through the chemo and through the hair loss
The nausea and disorientation you smile
You laugh and you encourage the most down hearted ones in your circle

It is a sacred strength you have my friend.

One I wish I had

I don’t know if I can go through what you’ve gone through
three times now in your young 40 years, no probably not even once

But seeing you conquer and knowing how you’ll move on from this
gives me strength to claim– I can do better in my life if only to match
half the courage you’ve shown

Bless you and your sacred strength

Baseball and you….

yoyodl — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 07:50:22 +0000

Damn, it must be spring
the sun’s rays followed the long sweeping line of
your sexy nape and delicate shoulders
like the movement of a bat swinging in the air

It caught me by surprise like a slow pitched curve ball
when you made that change up and rather than ignore
you engaged me.

Like a major league slugger you swung for the fences of
my beaten up old ego and managed to hit a homerun…..
you got my attention.

I’m bewildered my dear, as if you just went and stole second
and possibly the third bases of my affection

Come on home my girl, come on home, the penants are flying high for both of us.

Thoughts in the Dark….

yoyodl — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 07:05:25 +0000

I lie here in the dark thinking thoughts of you.
__Your subtle yet oh so sweet smile.
_Eyes so brown it makes me think of the love I feel from Mother Earth.
_Hair so dark the night is put to shame.

__You love another can it be true?
_knives stab at my heart when I see you smile that special smile for him.
_I knew not being blind… I knew, as soon as I saw the two of you together.

__Love… I have labored so long and yet you slip by me each time.
_Is she out there? LOVE… my love will I ever find her.
_In my desperate search have I missed her? …..lost her forever in an endless sea of faces.

_Traces of love I have had…. loving from afar…. loving unrequited.
_Here I sit, me without the visage of an Apollo….
_Yes! I know that sounds so shallow.

_But how can she dig deep into places that is within me, when the hindrance it seems is always on the skin surface…in never goes that deep.

__Oh sweet love if ever that she is out there or just right in front of me please let me see.
__Her for which my heart can grow fond of each morning I see her… there next to me.
__Her for whose mind I could ponder with, argue with, discover with, lifes awesomeness and unfairness and loveliness.
__Her for whose smile and eyes and hair fill my senses with joy.

__I think of you fair maiden and I do love you.