Send Me the Rain          2FDAFC

it rained on tuesday
washed the blues from my jeans
and made me thirsty for another taste of heaven

hungry for breakfast
i settled for the smell of yesterday
and hoped for the fresh aroma of tomorrow

my only conversation
was born in a grumbling belly
filled with bubbles of emptiness and pain

i discovered that hope collapses and folds
like a cheaply made umbrella
annexed by harshly changing winds

and i wondered if i would die
on a tuesday blessed with rain
and if the umbrella would hold up

one last time

~tolbert~




Kaligraphia

Eyes; engraved onto Swiss opaline parchment,
an odd silvery blankness waits for its miracle.
Somewhere scribed into the fibers of time; we touched.
Distinctiveness, individuality and artistic nature,
fingers eloquently forming each letter of life into
kaligraphia; writing bleeding in india ink
ready to trace our seamless contours and curvaceous
silhouettes begging to be bound into elegant
lettering.
Eons of particles from life flutter over empty pages
pleading to be written upon.
Libraries torn down, too far for our fingertips,
as the heavenly fragrance of freshly pressed paper
and ink is lost to the hum of electronics...
But; I so needed to reach You.
My dribbled ink spots on the pages of our lives
handwritten...
covered, bound...stacked along dusty shelves,
book after book.
The weight of my words destined to collapse
into the mouths of Megabytes
munching away at our human remains......

j.k.










God Save The Queen

As the desperate dashes of dismay
fumble between now and never;

the missing echo of children at play
predict the dwindling bonds that will sever.

Four years is a tiny taste of time,
peppered with doom and despair.

Even though these words still rhyme,
in the end no one will care.

Bundles of tiny tubes set apart,
Portrayed within a mosaic of strife;

we have failed without our heart.
A bee's eye distinguishes pieces of life.

j.k.