Temple

Manifest Joy... right?
That all you have to do -
You just continue to be happy,
And everything will fall
Into place and be

Perfect?

What is perfect?
Not this life 
Where every time I move 
I am reminded that 
My body- this temple-
Has a garden that bears no fruit.

I lay fallow.

But there is more to food
Than fruit
And there is more to life than
Love.

As the slippery kisses slide down the steps
In blood
I am reminded
There are bigger dreams
And time is precious.

What little we are allowed
Is sacred.

We wait for the world to set things right
But don't look to our own hands
To build a pathway to the temple
Inviting opportunity.

The gods help those who put in effort
Smiling with pride
That you can change the world.

Untitled Poem 9/12

 I never
expect

you.

You just drip
into my life
like sweet summer
rain,

flood my senses

until all is full of

you,

And when you are gone
I crave you.

Throuple

 Prince: Will you have me lady?
Beatrice: No, my lord, unless I might have another for working days. 
Your Grace is too costly to wear every day.

(Shakespeare Much Ado About Nothing II.i.319-323)

And they lived happily ever after- 

But is "they" always two?

Can three live as well as two

Or does jealousy seep through

A crack created when she smiles

In a different way

Than she smiles at you?

Or you share a kind of connection

That has his eyes blaze

With uncertainty.

Equal Night

 Equal Night

No lamb or lions for this
The celebration of equal delights
Autumn tiptoes in
On black cat's rumbling purrs
Dividing day and night

With a scratch and a scream.

The season of comfort: 
Flannel sheets and pumpkin pies
Brings us closer to thoughts
Of our own final harvests
Pulling the veil back.

Preceded by pleasure,
Sinking down to sweet earth
Sipping the stars by moonlight,
We become drunk on promises.

Flannel

Slide so sweetly between

the soft shell of sheets.

Another night of dreams awaits.

This favorite fabric is fine.

A feeling of freedom found,

no longer bound

by the restraint of reality.

Carried back on waves of wistfulness

Folded in flannel

Pressed around me

the protection of pure love.

Flannel was my fortune -

And my downfall.

Wrapped in a world, 

dreaming of blissful delights.

Now it reminds of

winter afternoons

wrapped in a safe world.

sheltered by you.

This is just to say

This is just to say

that I have lit

the oak moss and amber candle

which you seem to hate.

It is not that

I want to keep you out of

my room.

It's just that I like the smell.

Time to myself

Is a bonus.

Desire (A Poem)

 Drawn to darkness

Toeing the line

Between

Good

and

Evil

The wholesome interested you

With its wheat bran

and the touch of sweetness,

but the dark desire beckoned

And you--

Wanting what wasn't yours-- 

dipped just the tip

lost control

and drowned in decadence.

Halloween Poem by Sabra McGovern

Mummies, ghouls, haunts and spirits-
They got nothing, compared to you.
You make my heart beat;
You make my knees weak;
You may my poor hands shake too!

When you climbed into my life I tried not to fight
This feeling of unexplainable dread
But now I can't stop
My eyes want to pop
And now I'm on top of my bed.

Please, I'll do anything, just go away
Stop crawling on top of my mat
I guess I will stay here
Shaking with fear,
All just because of a rat!

Poem: The Room I knew

I was walking in the dark
Barely moving, afraid to stub my toes
Or trip over furniture
I couldn't see.

I could not see around me
But focused on myself
And then a candle
Brought a beautiful light.

I could see-
But only in shadow-
Everything was broken
A world shattered beyond.

If I had tried to move
there- in the dark-
The blood would trail the room
Leaving a passage of despair.

But this light came
Casting shadows long and deep
Showing the way
Through the broken bloody path

I began to move
slowly, then with more speed
And as confidence was gained
The path was left behind.

Pushing past the problems,
Pushing past the pain,
Pushing past despair
Until I found your light.

5/26/13

Garbage

Garbage by ToryLynn

I moved in here months ago
But I couldn't bear to do this
Go through the old memories
Throwing you away.

It has taken me this long
To settle into acceptance
That my life has utterly changed
And I am rid of you.

I tuck away a few precious things
But in bulk, things must go away
And I have moved on
And so must the things I have accumulated.

The bag of stuffed animals,
The old clothes that no longer fit
The papers, the dust, the accountrement,
The meanings that no longer mean anything,

And here I sit,
In the middle of the mess
that you left behind.
Throwing away memories

To make new ones better.

Moving Day- a poem by ToryLynn

Backsore and armtired
And this empty room echoes
With a tinny vibration
How did it get this far?

Love loomed in these rooms
And now the silence sings
A different tale.
One of loss and hurt.

Close the door
And let the hum die down
Of a marriage lost to time
Leaving behind only

Two golden bands,
together on the counter
And two hearts
Going seperate ways.