Lego Heart

I am the man with the Lego heart;
waiting my turn to be whole.

Canons are shot.
Holes are made.
Bubbles are popped.
Worlds away.

Yeah,
sometimes people manage to get a block off.
But,
they don’t seem to be able to break my heart.

I am emotionally neutral;
from the center to the top.

Because,
I can always put it back together again.
Because,
I am the man with the Lego heart.

Canons are lowered.
Holes are plugged.
Bubbles are blown.
Worlds apart.

Waiting my turn with the one with the Tender Hands.

Wings of Love

Butterfly
Lovely, enchanting
Fluttering, panicking, capturing
The moment I fell
Love

Concrete Porch

Concrete Porch
He swept;
broom- behind us,
as if we were dead mites
collected from seven years in
his house.

Falco

Falco

My fledgling heart grows
for the curve of your broad hand
the oak in your veins.
Lover, don’t cut my russet wings.
Take me as wild as tame.

I will keep you safe
in the nest no hunter games
with the life of Nature.
Your Master I will be. But-
take you as wild as Falco.

The Barica Geel 'secret'

The Barica Geel ‘secret’
Sugar for dimes make
this fella
a happy tree bird

Freedom Bird

Freedom Bird
He holds me and I feel like soaring high,
Chirping my little tune,
Stretching our black and white wings.

 

The way he loves me,
I fall and he sees me fly;
he holds me and I feel like soaring high.

Finding no reason to cry,
within his steady hold,
chirping my little tune.

The ground singes our feet,
but all I feel is his hold while
stretching our black and white wings.