Unpredictable

Fate is an unpredictable mistress. She paints a world of shadows. I stood against her and her tides of despair. Fanning the fields of hope, realizing that she was a joke, that I was the joke. Painted faces reflect in the mirror, a golden man lie on my shore His cascading smile, iridescent liquid pearls bleed across my breast. No elbow room at his feeding trough. Ironing wrinkled fields of disenchantment. Writing notes of the joke which is she. StoriesRead more

Poetry Cafe

If I were to write a little story about the man, it would start a little something like this: He stood behind the microphone his poetry smooth, his smile opalescent pearls of liquid white gleamed as his eyes caught mine, his magic had caught me. In this moment I knew that this man, this tall dark and handsome was for me as his velvety words rolled off his tongue straight into my heart.Read more

Fly

  One wing broken. A little token of words spoken. Remnants from a heart broken. Attempts to fly in vain. Dragged down by the pain. Struggle to regain. The roué pretentious. Machination on the sly. The sword of truth lay on the path To Sever what’s broken Balance regained. One wing remained The Moon whispers faith. The Sun promises hope. The Stars inspire dreams With all three in hand A chance is taken. Recovery of flight without fright. Strength restored,Read more

I Promise

I promise not to run around chasing love, because I am love. I promise to spread love and passion wherever I go and in whatever I do. My heart is my guide, my roadmap and true north. “Love begets love and what you give out is what you get back.” I promise you baby to be love. I promise that although I found soul food in the poetic love dance of our souls, and that I do want you againRead more

The potion

The potion is the emotion. No fixer or elixir. Just feign the pain. Mask the task. Let love flow, Let love go. Emotions tumble, rumble and crumble. Pain from going against the grain. Heart aching, Heart breaking. Motion is the potion. DLHouseholder_poetryRead more

Weaver

Weaver of pain A heart collector Spoken in riddles.  The voice a sweet honeyed chime A tryst flexitime. Two spreads, three spreads A trifecta after a time  Poke it stick it  Stick your vibration in it. The fox hides Secret affections Not to escape detection. Weaving deceptions. Collector of hearts  Departs  ©2015 DLHouseholder Read more

Lies

    Passions burn. The earth rumbles. The body shakes. The prelude to a storm upon her face. Lost somewhere between life and death, Heaven and Hell, Chaos and freedom. Beautifully she’d lied to herself. Her heart led her to destruction. Not a sound made as screams turned  to silence. It was her own heart which told her the  most torturous of lies. ©2015 DLHouseholderRead more

The Easel

The Easel Sweet fragrance of coffee permeates my cup as I stare in the distance slowly raising it up I ponder in a trance I’m not yet awake What a beautiful painting this morning will make In brisk autumn air I watch the sun rise When it dawns on me I have no supplies Trees splashed with color the lake’s hovering mist I take it all in, as I make a long list I need canvas and paints with allRead more

Written in July of 2013, I named it Resilience

From Native american descent, she was a beauty like no other so striking were her looks. A slave on a riverboat when his eyes first laid eyes on her. Awe struck by her beauty, it was love at first sight he knew she was the one who would be his wife. Her flowing black hair shining in the sunlight as she serves. She’s been crudely treated, abused but has a fire burning in her none the less. Nothing they couldRead more