Time

Sometimes, I will randomly write whatever comes to mind. Sometimes it's complete gibberish, other times it works. When it works....I call these "2 minute poems". 

Lost on a winding road

With a castle in the sky

The moat has long run dry

And the war has long since been won

The clouds drift lazily past

As I drudge on and on

Toward the earths end

Toward you

I’d travel till forever

To get to where you are

To come home to your heart

To your soul

The wind whips past

The rain pours down

The days travel on

And I toward you

Skies go by

From day into night

From today into tomorrow

As time ticks past

I’d travel till the ends of the world

To meet where you are

To come home to your eyes

To your smile

Forever never seems

Like quite long enough

The dreams of the immortals

Like when we were young

Reverse the hands of time

Turning back the clock

Recapturing our youth

Of days gone by

At the edge of the world

To the edge of tomorrows

I’ve come home to your touch

To your love

c-2012 KMC

Muse

Reverie's smile
And lasting gaze
Forever intertwined
Lifetime beyond lifetime

Truth filled words
Angelic eternal youth
With heated passion
And saving grace

Haloed heart
In a clear dawn sky
In your eyes
Finding true meaning
And purpose

Finding inspiration
Finding affirmation
In the perfection
Of your voice
Of your words
Of your spirit

And in your soul.


2012 KMC

Never

Never look back
Never surrender
Never give up
Never lose hope

Never look a gift horse in the mouth
Never lose sight of your goals
Never forget where you come from
Never forget "the little people"

Never disobey a direct order
Never forget who your real friends are
Never forget to pack clean underwear
Never argue with an absolute idiot. It will only be a waste of time, and a waste of breath.

Never forget to eat your veggies
Never neglect your teeth
Never lose your cool if you can help it
Never forget to love yourself and those you love.

Never forget Me.

2012 KMC

Remarkable - Poem #3

You'll never see me coming,
You may think that you know,
Exactly what I'm capable of,
But you ain't seen nothing yet.

I am a Goddess.

You look, and you watch,
You think you're so dammed observant,
And that you know all that you need to,
But watch me rise and soar.

I am an Angel.

High above this world,
Above the treetops,
I'll take you with me,
Into our wildest dreams and fantasies.

I am Unbelievable.

We both have desires,
Lofty, sky high goals.
But we can achieve anything,
If we only let ourselves.

We are unstoppable.

I'm ready to take the leap.
Are you?
Ready?
One, two, three....jump.


2012 - KMC

Corrine - Unfinished

Did ye hear me Corrine?" he asked her "I've asked ye to marry me."
Of course she'd heard him. With her eyes closed she swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She could smell the ocean air in her nostrils, the faint smell of lavender from her hair, and the whiskey on his breath.
"Cor...Corrine - are ye gonna leave me in wait for a lifetime or are ye gonna answer me?" he asked impatiently with his boyish grin she could hear in his voice.
"No Patrick."
"No? That be yer answer then? No?" he said in a surprised tone
She smiled opening her eyes "No Patrick. I'm not going to make you wait for a lifetime for yer answer. My answer is yes. I will marry you."
The boyish impish grin returned. "I love ye ye know that right?" he winked at her
"Yes Patrick." she smiled
"I'm afraid yer Da's going to be none too pleased though." he added
"Well unless yer planning on marrin me Da...I'd say he doesn't have much to say." Corrine replied
"Nah! I couldn't handle being married to yer Da."
"Too old?"
He sat down in the sand beside her and leaned in staring into her pale blue eyes. His eyes twinkled partially with the same mischief they always did, partially with the whiskey he had imbibed. "Nahh...too whiskery." he smiled kissing her softly "Cmon then. we probably should go tell yer Da."
"I don't think that's a conversation ye should be havin when yer three sheets to the wind Patrick Finnegan. He might be more amiable to yer proposal and intentions if yer breath isn't flammable when ye do so." she suggested.
Patrick went to stand and wobbled unsteadily on his feet.
"Aye, perhaps yer right." he giggled "I think I'm drunk."
"Nah, yer as sober as a priest on Sunday." Corrine teased slipping her arm around his waist and led him to the car.