HiM

Molten...fabricated...welded into my heart...a permanent pulsing through my veins...I eat..I breath...I drink...I think... of him. Like the dew on the daisy...the sun in the morning...on the wings of a dragonfly I dip through the garden...hovering above meticulous landscape...I soar to the trees..just an ounce of forest scattered about...I dream and I doubt...and I sit and I wait...hoping and praying until I get a glimpse...a breath...a whiff... of him. Day and night, through feast and flight, visiting at the grayest of sight...I dance on a dime...until comes a time...because money is nothing without monetary gain and fame and fortune and bullshit to boot. Living and dying...loving and crying...emotions like a death scream, a quick beam when the cream of the crop off the top of a frothy layer of bubbles, I slide under the mass...and sift through the stubble...in the dark of night...no more I fight...but let them in....forever dreams never end...all for someone I can't see, can't touch, can't have, but I don't stop ....ever...thinking of ....HiM. He is my heart.

A Candle in a Coffee Tin

When all else is gone...dark takes the light...alone and frozen cold...in the cold hell of night...comes a man in a cloak...his eyes warm as the sun...don't give up my child...your life is not yet done...he says with a sound so true to my heart...failing...thumping...dumping...anew...go run in the forest...fly with the fairy...lick the shimmering honey suckle morning dew...your a forever soul he told me so straight and so clear...I almost believed him even though he was queer...Come hither my little druid...and bring your coffee tin...it isn't without a candle...for it was left by your kin...your grandmother Marion K...new you'd come around...and pick up your quill and paper...without a sigh or sound...she called me from the grave to bring you a little light...that you may keep writing...throughout the wee wee night...

I can hear her words of wisdom...each time I yield my pen...And I'll carry her never ending candle...in her coffee tin.

Nana...I miss you so so very much.

ThE LaSt MiNuTe

When the last minute doth come...
And my breath, just a ghost...
To you I owe my heart...
For it's you that mattered most....

Muffled Song

Sullen faces on a dirty subway car,

a muffled song from nearby headphones,

a passenger absorbed in the music,

eyes closed and rocking to the beat,

echoes of words that cannot be heard,

voices that cry out from another world.

 

And there are other worlds,

for those that dare to listen,

muffled is their noise to us,

but a taste within our grasp,

if only we take time to listen.

By Kevin Lenihan

Tis The Holiday Season

Blinded by green thistles that stick me and tickle...mine eyes shine gold and silver from trinkets so fickle...I slide down the tinsel like angel hair pasta...purple ponies and ballerinas dance aramatsa...A time of the year where a collision of feelings...seep from beneath even the plum and orange peelings...sour and sweet...bitter and crabby...family and friends both smooth and the scabby...snow flakes finally welcome...no shoveling this day...just papers and bows and with toys we play...love remembered...love forgotten...love never ever begotten...tears of joy and sadness, green mushrooms that are rotten...in the forest where I live time will never stand still...it's a circle of life with my wine and my pill...the frogs and the feathers, the elves and the fairy...the beautiful and edible, the poisonous doll's eye baneberry...but the singing from above from the angels is reason... to draw me out of the forest this holiday season.  

Alone

Alone in a time warp. 

I'm present, but am I really here at all.

Longing to talk to the one that can make me smile.

When a smile is nonexistent. 

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The Sixteenth prime, love on a dime,

living, flying, dreaming, dying...

Time flies like a dandelion on it's way to neverland,

But somewhere over the rainbow time stands still, and dreams really do come true,

Lovers and thistles all baby blue in the same shoe, when time stands still,

And dreams come true.