Teacher.......A DWolfie Personal Challenge

Teacher.....

as I ask for "one more try",
affectionately, I deliver my soul
up to thee,
as a student eager to become a qualified branch
of thy everlasting warmth and ingenuity,
and as one who increasingly understands
the desires of moth as they exodus
and ascend
to flame's luminosity.
In thy punctual framework of time and space,
the darkness I incur sets my soul aglow
as I realize I am but a branch willing to face
being wrapped around the mercies
of thy infinite arm of love
and saving grace
It is here...that I singularly bask
in undiscovered power
as you remove barren from my life,
and teach me not to chase,
nash,
nor make sour
things that will never grow
no matter what the hour

"Teacher, there are things I still have to learn"
but...that thou would make visible to me
light that I can see,
showing me how I can be
a reproducing seed
of the everlasting substantiality
that remains to claim my predestined utility
Oh, what a blessing to behold
a golden stitch in time
that saves shine...
and rescues willing bodies,
like mine....
from life's scolionophobia-ty

"Teacher, there are things I still don't understand..."
so enclosed in the barks of life,
the branches that fall away,
and leaves that shed day after day,
this unsimplified creatural grows more complex
in search of answers that unvex
problems that get in my way
Yet, I will never give up..
I will keep my lips to thy cup!

Wouldest thou giving me over to nurturing,
soul searching,
and foundation nurturing,
bring me into my destined maturity,
where my heart is so conscious
of the unraveling of thy love
and evolvement of me
based on my gratitude,
my obedience,

and my undividuality








jakuper(4/26/12)

Mental Stimulations.......A MIC Write #54

I can't wait for this day to be over with....


Envisioning you...Settling in your chair
in that quieted soon-to-be smoked filled room,
thoughts of us...loom,
Your eyes being filled with plans,
with papers,
with smoke of stinky burning cigars,
amidst legal chatter that doesn't even matter,
as meeting number 2 starts....

......in the back of my head I wait to see you again
Memories......of that morning cuddle me
as I swing around and around...
around.....around in my own reality
among children in theirs

Your voice,
whispering in my ear
huddles with me...
close
neatly fitting in,
mentally sitting in,
snuggling...
beside me
as my fingers tap notes to our song
playing over and over in my head
all day long

Imagining you
doing the things you do
as you nonchalantly blow the smoke
away from your face
with that stoic smile on your face.
No one knows you're thinking about the intensity of feelings
sweeping over your mind
as you speak...passionately,
and make love
softly...to me

Blindly my eyes sigh
much like the smoke that covers my eyes
as I turn the pages of the present past down,
almost frowning...trying to keep from peeping
 into tomorrows unseen...
pondering what these recently confessed feelings
really mean

You....to me....feel like my destiny
Hopelessly enamored I stagger
as my heart stammers
awkwardly
excited by your swagger
while impatiently
and patiently
beating for the next time
with thee

What do you have in store for me....
I ask...as the present suffices
but appeal still fills the halls of each second passing by
where my arms are too short to unite
the miles
which keep us at bay

I still want to say that you,
my once in a lifetime meet,
exceed my every expectation.....
my every hesitation
and every preparation
every day

Mental sensations
and sensual simulations,
virtual, and literal
conversate
with your voice
Words you so correctly speak
cracks open my sanity
making me want to risk it all
and fill these halls of my vanity with longings
stronger and calmer
but not put asunder
in the thunder
which calls me to you
and you ...to me

Much easier said,
easier fed is the truth
I try to control..in my head
that soothes that option in me
to savor whatever I might find...
behind the smoke
that you fan away
and that I beg to stay








jak(4/20/12)

New Attitude....a Get Your Kicks/Words@56-- Write #26

Good morning new attitude.......

how golden, how comforting to capture real moments of solitude
and self-reflection as they pass us by
balancing out how much of ourselves we give away....
being happiest
when making ourselves happy first.  
Not cheating on our future
with the past,
but shifting
as we transfer Nature's healing
back into our presence

Other Things......a FIAF Write #84

Left in a daze I am
seeing the differences between us

Certainly this isn't the time to think with
your other head.....as my loins automatically extend
in thinking of you

 I start to sweat....
breathe hard
at your model in the sun
across from me
as my legs really do think about

'other things'






jak(4/17/12)

The Nostalgia of Love...a CRC Write #76

Anytime I'm anywhere near water
I remember....
a mind that is stretched
by a new experience
can never go back to it's old dimension

" for it was not into my ear you whispered,
but into my heart
It was not my lips you kissed,
but my soul "


don't look back.....
don't look back.........
no longer do we have to chase yesterday
We will always care
and so.....we will always be there
With just the wink of an eye
one day...everything we say....will be kind
we'll both know why it was just a  memory
fading...one less 'little personal problem'.....solved,
when a smile is not accompanied by a name
or an absence...is not a childish game
.....that day will be a good one
because we gave each other no reason to cry
and no cause to be released
as the apple of each others eye

I don't need you to complete me
and you don't need me to complete you
We're both 100%....
separately
You accept me...completely
and.......I still belong to you...discreetly
When we glaze into the light of night
of whatever destiny bestows,
it will be as peaceful as the waves
as they bathe silky shores

Of all the yesterdays we can name
a good conscience, clear intent
and recollections of time well spent
will we both be able to claim
 when our present pain
is what we choose to forget
The choice will be ours
to patch up the seconds past
with laughter instead of retaliations
with warm memories instead of cold stares,
and a song
....for you....for me
that comes as easy
as Sunday mornings' serendipity

Inside pastel colored frames
frozen in melancholy eyes we will sigh
as black and whites of piano keys note the nostalgia
in eyes that just hate to say goodbye
Words may play hide and seek
turning waves into creeks
while heartbeats try to keep up
with the journey of the heart
as we keep returning back at start
looking for love....looking
for love
Looking for love is like looking for peace
It's like the tide...
coming from inside out
......
your smile
your touch
the rush
even when you're not even around--
that's where I can be found

When your heart speaks
I take notes
and..as the waves move gently out and back in
...day after day...
I can truly say
this is our sail
...our day

...our way








jakuper (4/10/12)

Cost Considering .....a Wordfix@56 Write #24

Considering the committed randomness
of one who invests in good tires
more than the quality of life,
peeping sensibility
and responsibility often applies
Don't put them on with short life expectancy,
being frugal...
and don't keep peeping
to find the loyalty in them
because a good tire is "gonna last"

If they don't...
you 'will' need replacements





jak(4/4/12)