for kimberleigh

to say I love you just doesn’t seem enough

to outlive and overcome the crazy stuff

happening all around us these days

i know that we have it all within us

to look at the face of the challenge, just

finding the courage may be the key

you love me too, I know for sure

loving lately has been hard to endure

seems more painful than anything else

we’re not doing a very good job

of communicating in ways that doesn’t rob

us of the true message we are seeking to give

i hear your frustration and I see your tears

i feel your anger built up across years

of a simple and gentle life that we have loved

a life that we built together and yet

we have watched it crumble while we forget

the foundation of stone it sits upon

our own worst enemies we have become

fighting and sabotage looking to some

like two who no longer want to care

our words, once tender, romantic and sweet

have eroded to become a horror complete

with questions of whether we still love at all

maybe we have simply taken for granted

one another’s love so deeply planted

that we forgot to feed and nurture the roots

but we are still alive though maybe stagnant

looking for the love that once ran rampant

through everyday of our previous years together

we must hold on to what we share

too much time has passed not to care

or to stand silent and watch it fade away

our love has taken a tumble

shaken to the core we both have stumbled

but standing, still we are one

reach deep down inside and there

we will find that we really do care

and as always we will love again

i don’t have the answers for most

of the questions that we propose

but I have the desire to find them with you

i love you deeply with a now broken heart

wanting nothing more than a brand new start

a chance to heal and mend and be whole

a new life together we are walking towards

a time we have dreamt of as we poured

our lives out together in love

the time has come for a new embrace

to look upon each other and to face

the challenge of a new day together

i love you Kimberleigh, that’s all I can say

you are everything to me, and today

there is nothing I want but you

winter kiss

icy wind
looming gray
long shadowed
winter kiss
memory fades
survival
takes the stage
animal instinct
to live

in front of you

it's all true
if you want it to be
you can be miserable
all by yourself

is a shattered mirror
broken? or just
a multi-faceted
expression of itself?

it's all there
right in front of you
the truth and the lies
that you tell yourself

is a beating heart
broken? or just
an expressionless
predilection of death?

it's all vanity
posed in your likeness
a shimmering view
for eyes of the deft

is a silent message
broken? or just
an open invitation
to join the bereft?

it's all frigidity
in the chill of your creation
winter's deadly gray
contempt to be felt

is a cold spring morning
broken? or just
concealed passion
waiting for the melt?

© 2008 BY W GARY FORRESTER

perhaps

you pass by my window, pushed by the breeze
formed by the breath of god, change as you please
shifting in form, transforming with ease
white, grey then black, the azure you fleece

innocent with charm you caress the airy morn
in silence pass, a hardened mystery forlorn
a foreboding kiss, your mere presence adorns
a watchful eye skyward is born

shall i find in your passing a simple refrain
a gathering ambition t'ward life giving rain
or fommenting madness in darkest disdain
of peaceful memories which alone shall remain

drift on now and leave me alone with these thoughts
for present pondering leaves a future unwrought
and unsure of danger as of yet to be caught
perhaps a sunny day without you may still be saught

perhaps a sunny day without you may still be saught

© 2008 BY W GARY FORRESTER

in my dream

in my dream, the world is a place that sees
with blinded eyes; that knows no means to steal
the hopes and dreams of those who dare reveal
a vision pure, of life as all could be.
with blinded eyes she can, and will, not see
the status of the dreamers flesh appeal,
or judge envisioned themes by carnal seal,
to dash the dream upon a crimson sea.

and in my dream, the world knows only peace
that’s bore on shoulders scorched by golden sun
alone, without the wars of man, or run
to bear the weight of mourning death’s caprice;
but strong with lifting bountiful increase
of earthly gifts, and store that pour upon
the labored toil of hands that never shun
loves burdened chore to give to all, a feast.

and in my dream, the mystery we seek,
the corporeal way; the keeper of life;
in peaceful curiosity that’s rife
with common ground for each man to bespeak
of eternal life in his own way unique;
no fear of any other man’s vain strife
to drive him from his goal of living life,
or alter his search for god through critique

and in my dream i’m free to dream of what
my heart desires. and dream of what i can
become. and be what only i can stand
upon my own two feet to be. my thought
shall only dwell upon this dream that taught
me how to see the good that’s in a man
and not upon the fear of what i am
when the baneful waking hour is duly wrought.

and in my dream, i see a world where all,
like gifts upon a barren alter, show
that not the taker reaps the givers vow,
but gifts do flow to they who give enthralled
to give like they who give not less than all
of what they have to live. they give although
they risk it all to free the grief and woe
and leave their burdens at the wailing wall.

and in my dream, no man does live without
the riches of the earth in all her share.
and no man seeks to harm a soul or err
against the love that lives in man throughout.
no harbored stores of harvest gold are cast about;
no helpless hungry mouths lie silent there;
but mother earth pours forth, their living share
that none, to feed, will live their lives in doubt.

and in my dream, diversity embraced
is mankind struggling in common fate.
no feeble bigotry or sanctioned hate;
no misspent anger aimed for racial chaste.
each human soul, in harmony is placed
in unity with heart and soul’s innate
redress; our loving care for all mandates
we all embrace each others dreams in grace.

and in my dream, all gods pour love and promise
upon creation, mortal, and aware
of heavenly guides who give all care, and share
their goodness without fear of their demise
by mankind’s longing search for compromise
‘tween pleasure, faith, carnal lust and prayer;
to join the flesh with spirit and repair
this dreamers soul, rent wide in sleeping reprise.

© 2007 BY W GARY FORRESTER

my kimberleigh

so sweet and pure, my kimberleigh, adorned
with glory’s smile; her radiant joy shines sweet
like new found gold, a fortune-filled retreat.
she grows in grace and peacefulness, she’s born
with charm and care. her dignity was formed
in years before her birth; passed down complete
with honor found through passion built on deeds.
She shares her trove with all who seek her store.

my kimberleigh, she fills my days with more
than i should know. her loving touch is where
i need, and when i need it most. but not
before her wisdom fair has found the source
of that which caused my heart to pain, and shared
her healing grace, the smile my pain has sought.

© 2007 BY W GARY FORRESTER

when at the end of days

when at the end of days i stand, alone
and silent in a land that i know not,
memories of you will flood my soul, wrought
in joy and pain that only can be shown
in peaceful rest, and life renewed and honed.
shorn of fleshly lust that youth has sought,
free of fear, distrust and shallow care. caught
in arms of love where aging years were grown.

you, my love, are the measure of my worth;
the balance of my life, paid from my birth.
your beauty far exceeds the flesh we bare;
you touched my soul with everlasting care.
my days now done, eternity is clear
you, my love, are with me and ever near.

© 2007 BY W GARY FORRESTER

my heart's intent

who made you
judge and jury
of my soul?
dissecting my heart
autopsied intent
proclaiming it vile
the cause of love's
dying breath
and death

sleeve adorned
feelings galore
marred in innocent
banter judged
as slander
deemed to be
uncaring
insensitivity
unaware

how can you know
the intent of the soul
of another
sojourner?
words paint in
dimension's bounds
granting a view
only unsettled
ground

assume evil and
evil you find
veiled in composition
sublime
scathed scandal
hurtful ramble
judged actions
accountable
at birth

why must i
sell myself again
and repair
a vow unbroken?
proclaimed guilty
vile motive
professed
"i wasn't even there
your honor"

since you know
the intentions
of my soul
why don't you
know
the whole
of my love
for
you?

my words have life
all on their own
free
of interpretation
no parenthetical
secret guise
hidden
in obtuse
gesture

my love rests
in your hands
unchanged
but burdened
by fetters
and lashed
by cold lament
that thou knowest
my heart's intent

© 2007 BY W. GARY FORRESTER