Musing Mind of Wanderingdeerpoet

Someone special, was she? That nameless shameless girl ... the one running out my backdoor tripping on her bygone graces she left alongside her bra of crimson laces decorating my kitchen floor. Somewhere we lost a certain shine, didn't we? After Paris but before New York ... the feeling of hot that gave me chills over champagne and strawberries cares cast away with our swimsuits rolling in someone's yard laden daffodils. Sometimes life just cheats, doesn't it? Truth mocking us with smug looking face ... a wanting of things keeping us on our feet hopes begin so very high, remember? but such honesty just doesn't keep our place: where hello and goodbye meet. Sometimes ...        Somewhere ...                 Someone ... I had a heart and so did you ... Do you remember being there?  

Every high that goes up Sadly, Must come down Each blow below the belt Gladly, Comes back around to each we get what is deserved if only life were fair our reservations reserved Madly, I cry out my defiant pout What has the world come to?

#POETRY #CRAFTOFTHEMIND #LOSTDREAMS #RETWEET #RETWEET   I tear out my soul with paper and pen Crafting it to shape again and again Sometimes it is lovely and fragile At times runs from me, quite agile Then there are days, She will just lay, sad Crying over lost things Forgotten dreams.

Morning bleeds sunlight Puffs white clouds at those hard to get to places but still feels completely exposed for all to see Damned infernal light! So unforgiving! But she looks just fine to me ... Tell her she looks lovely. This debate could go all day ...                                               .... .....                                                 And it did as a matter of fact. The night leaks moonlight Stars get so jealous! "She's such an attention hog!!" they all say. Perhaps that's true actually, ...

#HUMOR #POETRY #RETWEET #RETWEET   Sometimes I lose it. I stumble. Trip. Fall. Do you ever get that feeling, you know the one, that life is out to get you after all? That this and only this is real, the boundaries of your own thoughts & the disconnectedness of how your innards feel? Wouldn’t that be a scary world in which to live? Prisoners of ourselves? No one else selling long stem yellow roses or having hope to give? Sometimes I drop the ball . It slips my grip. Bounces. Gets away. Then I get that eerie curiosity, you know the one I mean, why do I ... ...

#BOOK #POETRY #LOVESTORY #RETWEET #RETWEET     Such careless words! Not careless because they hold you in any malcontent Not careless because their “polite” has all been spent Not careless as my jagged soul of unkempt words that frighten so Not daring to purpose to be careless, Love For they are under strictest orders from my eyes, holding tight picture of You, My careful, kind, gentile Maid May my words find you, a smile at the corner of your lips, Unscathed. I am but a clumsy rugged man Devoid of riches, without clan Scribbling pretty words on a skin bottle where my water should be- Is there greater thirst to fill than my heart inside of me? These “careless” words I’ve penned Do I dare to send? What would your father say? He would have me drawn and quartered in a day! I imagine your fragile ears, so easily broken, catching my words on the wind Mulling them over, tasting them again and again Keeping them fresh...

Bleeding heart (foolishly mine!) Hanging on the line Ripped right out! I got caught but figured (as always) Things would turn out fine ... Now I'm tossing & turning Every night! Cursing & Crying By candle light! So ... Will you come back For another round? If you don't pull me out of this cloud ... How will I ever get down?