Darrel Weeks: Favorites

Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks

Forgotten

Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks

Savannah Charlish

I've forgotten
How many times you forgot
You said you were bringing flowers
Only to walk through my door empty handed
But good intentions and your convincing kiss made me forget
How all I ever wanted was for you to bring me flowers
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(I've grown a garden in your absence. They give me hope that someday someone will love me enough to not forget)

Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks

A Moment in Thought

Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks

Willard Wells

A Moment in Thought

For unknown real reasons, I find myself speaking of journeys. The term transitioning seems to be slipping into my vocabulary.

I read of finding enlightenment, but where is it found. Really, I never knew I had anything like enlightenment that was missing. Happiness seems to be what I want to add to life, whether my life or that of another. Life, meaning, another human, which is not a color, culture, political, religious or anything, just a human as in all Gods children.

So, is my happiness, my enlightenment? If not, it is of little matter to me, since my joy and happiness is at a level that I do not find the need to do more than continue in my journey and transition.

Peace be to you all and great blessing in your journey of life.

Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks

there is only so much milk

Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks

nivek

there is only so much milk

rejection
is manmade

a thought
in the mind

Animals will feed the strong
its not a rejection of the runt

the runt has its place
but there is only so much milk

Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks

a foot fetish or just plain freedom

Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks

nivek

a ******* or just plain freedom

Bare feet is my natural daily state
(summer or winter)
so naturally I am always fascinated
by someone else's take on footwear.

Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks

Come to Me...

Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks

Isabelle

Come to Me...

Come to me my love
When your smile dies
When the sun hides
Come to me
I’ll make you laugh
I’ll keep you warm

Come to me my love
When the rain falls hard
When the thunder is loud
Come to me
Let’s dance in the rain
Let’s sing like we’re insane

Come to me my love
When nobody hears you scream
When you wake up from a bad dream
Come to me
I’ll scream my lungs out with you
I’ll build the best dreams with you

Come to me my love
When your hair turns gray
When you start to forget each day
Come to me
Let’s dye our hair together
Let’s forget then remember

Come to me my love
When your knees are weak
When you get sick
Come to me
I’ll roll the wheelchair for you
I’ll take care of you

Come to me, come to me my love
Forever I laid out for you

Forever I laid out for you..

#love #relationships #forever

Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks

Sunset

Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks

Valsa George

Sunset

Nursing my secret longings
I lie awake in the wee hours of the night
Mind restless, like a caged bird, craving redemption
My thoughts journeying through time and space

I recognize a thousand appetites
Still waiting to be appeased!
Sadly there isn’t time enough
To realize what I really crave.

It is in the stillness of the night
When sleep deserts the eyes
That mind derails its track
And wanders like an aimless vagabond

Though rooted firmly on the ground
At times, I feel, I lose my bearings
How I longed to paint my sky
In garish colors and shades!

I wonder if the scales of my life’s balance
Lean more to gains or losses now!
There was a time when hope ruled the roost
And I heard love’s soft whispers all around!

Now I am unable to precisely tell
What my mind craves and pines
But this much I know for certain
I am becoming worn and old

Years have so quickly skipped past me
With youth and beauty sapped away
Leaving life an exhausted well
With the dregs remaining at the bottom

My eyesight has waned, the earlier lustre gone
My once supple knees have started to creak
And the muscles, begun to sag
I feel as vulnerable as a foetus in the womb

Pain grows with years
As a smudge deepens into an erasable stain
I am no wizard to call back all that have left
But listen to their ‘long, melancholy, withdrawing roar’

No more springing steps
And a fast fading cortex
Still I stretch myself
To catch at Hope, winging away!

Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks

the opulence of time

Mar 2017 Darrel Weeks

Lora Lee

the opulence of time

and today
on this day of
your birth
I am ******
down into
the rhythms
of all that
we have been
until this moment
the biting rawness
             of new ebbs
the saddened veins
that vibrate
like used, worn
           guitar strings
the curve of
your fingers
that once played
            upon my skin
your weighted down aura
that I can no longer penetrate
and buoy up
and here I stand
all glowing light spirals
my head whirring
in mystic opulence
my gaze pulled to
the reverence of stars
my purity of river
in a swoosh
around my waist
that gurgling clarity
of liquid
pooling me in sacred
                            cleansing
that I must now take into
another rush
of estuary
and as I raise my arms
to the heavens
I almost fade
into the floodlights
                            of time
and my tears
push through
my skin
like the clear
jewels
of
salvation

Time to howl
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQjMmfS0p_k

#selflove #whattimedoes #soulrenewal