Musing Mind of Wanderingdeerpoet

  Do I sense your eyes? High above the topaz sky Gently watching down With the gleaming eyes of a Father Upon this cursed & earthly ground? And how will you find it here? Shall you beam with pride? To see me try with all my might- To be better To be stronger Than I’ve been before. Or shall I disappoint my dearest one? A broken shell on humanity’s shore? Strewn about with the trash That pollutes our gem in space, A problem rather than a solution In this disillusioned place? See me- A tried & seasoned soldier A tired & weathered soul And find me worthy. Find me at peace- You don’t go fault finding, Nor my imperfections see. Grateful, That’s what I am. For what else should I be? His eyes, His gaze, His strong arm, And gentle grace- May they look on me.  

Bless his soul He tried so hard He hedged his bets And held the card Close to chest Hopeful gleam in his eye Giving him away A loser Once again Such a lonely angry man- Bless his soul.

  Easy does it, Dear I’d step carefully round here, You see life’s a bitch.  

  There was a boy I used to know But now his flowers no longer grow I mowed them down And broke his crown- He had it coming don’t you know?

  My dear precious boy How innocent we begin! On the universes coattails From babes to men- Have I cursed you child? Set up such hurdles in your path? Lit the match To burn it all down From mountains to ash- Have I given you these shoes to fill That fit us both so well? An invitation I’ve extended To our private hell- Invite a friend If they can Walk the embers on which we stand Do I bear the brunt of this? My dear precious man.

As dew abounds fresh on the ground My gaze on you is new- When did your eyes become so bright? Your smile so beguiling? Under cover of night Hidden by Moon’s tapestry of stars You blossomed to be Something so lovely to me! Soft as the petals That tantalize the bees Rare as the rose in the thorns Precious as the spring rains To thirsty seeded ground- When did this burning beauty Kiss your delicate lips? Oh to catch a sunset! Its fingertips painting evening sky So you are to me my love I cannot say goodbye! Promise me that you will stay Will I find you in morning’s light? I see you today I see you with open eyes this night- Yes I see you- And I never wish to close my eyes again.

Could I be as sure as you? Have my smile and carry through? Knowing all that lay ahead? With gratitude not bitter dread? For I have always seen that cup Empty more than full side up Should I my humor find And not leave it on the path behind? I cannot nor do I desire To go this journey alongside you But I will stay beside you should you tire- I hope my prayers might muster up A bit of hope Strength from love- You are not alone.

  They say chivalry is dead I found that hard to believe There must be a few proper gentlemen Scattered sparse across this wide world Yes, this is what I thought- Until the day of the Kroger parking lot Where I became a believer A believer of the sad cold fact That in this cold and crazy world we call our own All the real gentlemen must be gone! Some poems read like stories And some stories read like poems Which pray tell is this? You decide. When keys are locked inside the car Not once Not twice But thrice And tears fall upon unforgiving asphalt When numerous number of pedestrian and sweet old men Walk by without a care in their head That’s how you know for sure- Chivalry is dead! Its dead Its buried Its spirit has moved own And no one mourned but merely scoffed that so foolish an idea had been known- And shame on you good sir! You know who you are- I hope and pray you find yourself locked out of your car!!!!!

When you’re on the border for more than a quarter Normal is a meaningless line- Then again, did it ever have meaning at all? Sometimes on the precipice looking below, Until I plummet way down deep You have to live here on the border to truly know. There’s fire in the hearth, But it can’t singe me the way I like. Theres’s ice hanging from the rafters, But it can’t freeze out these eyes. Sometimes I’m dulled just by the weight of it- What good are feelings anyhow? Come join me at the border but be careful! It’s a dangerous place, you know.  

Today is not as yesterday But walks in its shadow Today is not yet tomorrow Yet worries of its sorrow Today runs as fast as it can To slip right out our waiting hands Today I learned I know nothing at all For tomorrow made me feel weak and small Yesterday reminded me How precious each moment can be So I mourn for yesterday’s passing away I pray for tomorrows coming to be And I hope beyond hope that today Doesn’t get the best of me.

Shall I speak my heart? Opened wide and center stage? Unleash these bittersweet tidings, From their crumpled, gilded cage? Can I love not merely one but two? Who closer lies behind my eyes When night finds me in my bed? Which lover here Becomes more clear, A picture painted in my head. Desire is a flighty bitch, Touching down wherever she cares to be- If I unlock these raw and tender feelings Can reason help untangle me? Decisions made in darkness under silken sheets Cannot be trusted by the mind- Can I keep the both of you Without being a traitor or unkind?