Ditch

Strawberry secrets

Create difficult choices

Born out of loving pain

And damned innocence.

Lying in the gutter

Staring at the stars

May seem romantic

When you forget the filth and vile nature

Piled upon you down there.

He may smile as pulls down each star for her,

But you and I merely stare at pieces of shattered chambers

That cut to the quick of our blinding sights.

A quick caress carefully kills his customs

But the twin guardians of guilt and longing

Must battle to the death for supremacy.

So I lie here among the discarded dreams

And vanquished monsters pierced with vorpal blades

Wondering when the broken tin will be mended....

When I will be whole again.

If

If

Is

Winter

In the

Heart of a

Confused soul.


If

Is

The savior

Of

Lost families

And

Loved ones.


If

Is

The drowning

Of

Hope

In a

Damaged heart.


If

Is

The water

Of redemption

In

My

Soul.


If

Is

Why

You and I

Exist.

Doubt

There is nothing worse

Than hearing I love you

And wondering

Why,

How,

Or

Until when?

Vacancy

My heart left me.

He packed a bag

(Sweet marmalade made from memories of love)

No reasons left, just a note:

"How is your Heart?"

Brain is furious.

"He's a bastard," he casually mentions. "and a drunk."

I think he's just as hurt and surprised.

So there is a hole. No pain, no joy...just a hole.

And the park benches become more comfortable

As the clouds speed up, the trees sway in the breeze, and the world moves on...

I don't blame him. He was right to leave.

I locked him in a tiny room with a window to watch happiness go on without him.

So he escaped and found what he could, only to be locked up again.

He's gone for good this time.

Probably living on a beach in Tahiti discovering Bronte.

Hope he sends a postcard.

Grace

Deep brown understanding keeps itself

Hidden deep behind a defense mechanism.

A smile that can light up a room

Stored in follicle waterfalls.

The swords of truth, innocence, and beauty you carry cut deep,

But like St. George, I will not let you fight the dragon.

You have the strength...the tenacity,

But the world needs your playfulness...your ability to love.

My world will burn and tatter before I let

A single hair

be

harmed.

My solemn vow.

An unbroken bond.

And you won't forgive me for it.

Failure

The cool dark night envelops the humming sound of the refrigerator

As memories flow with liquored ease.

Four pieces evenly distributed.

One stretched over a lonesome grave too many years neglected.

One conversing with painful players over two-step designs.

One saving those around while wilting like a Autumned flower.

One craving to understand the machinations of a world gone over.

And the center stares as the long steel teases with a click.

A half moon within fermented fingers feels no fear as each piece asks for this.

The Reaper sits on his stool waiting for his prize that will not be delivered

For the home will not let its captive audience leave the cylindrical lair.

A salt stream appears as incantations are invoked for understanding.

With a solemn nod the Reaper understands:

Not on this night.

Not yet.

Age

With time comes knowledge,

but that is no excuse.


With experience comes understanding,

but that is no defense.


We are asked to be patient,

but fix the problems that arise.


Out of focus? Unable to see the light?

Too bad.

Make a new path.


The only real crying shame

is

a

purposely

wasted

life.

First

Stumbling out of darkness
A cold voice pushed to the deck
As a first breath is taken
Unable to grasp concepts
War
Peace
Hate
Love
Pain
Joy
No words to illustrate movements
Brand new to all like a blank slate
A symbol of Hera
With the wisdom of Athena
The strength of Minerva
And the anger of Latinus
Minutes bring years of knowledge back
While three souls welcome the squaring fourth

An everday occurence where a miracle is seen.

Soundtrack (4/5/09)

" (My Love) I read you. God, I'm good at it. I'm so spot on," she says

" (Ha. Well) Turn around and say, 'Good morning,' to the night," he says

" (All Ready?) So please put your sweet hand in mine," she says

" (Weird....) I've this creeping suspicion that things here are not as they seem," he says

" (Wait.) You make me smile with my heart," she says

" (Now?) Tactics of another plane is now proven sane, " he whispers

" (You know....) You will look for me, and I'll be gone," she stammers

" (One day?) I’d give my all just to be number one," he says

" (Do you remember?) Sunday was a bright day yesterday," she sighs

" (Again?) Creep under my door and we do it again," he says

" (For you) All it takes is a little faith, and a lot of heart," she says

" (So tired) I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind," he says

" (You're not here) The whole world is moving, and I'm standing still," she says

" (But, mad as I am) There are no victories in all our histories...without love," he whispers

" (You don't know) I'm cold as cold as cold can be...," she says

" (Come here) Close your eyes and I'll kiss you," he says

" (Why do I love you?) I know nobody can do me no harm," she says

" How can I hurt when I'm holding you? " he asks

"Look into my eyes, and see all the lovely things you are...to me," she says

(And yet we don't know how to love....)

Sly

A masked bandit crawling to no more sunsets
Lies within a dark corner of my home.
No longer will he search through my trash.

Instead I am writing his epithets
As his mouth produces a noxious foam
That ties into his spasms as his legs thrash.

The moment will pass when I am upset.
And his life will pass in the gloam
As I take the blade and thrust in a flash.

My forehead beads with sweat
and I fight tears knowing that his days of roam
Are over due to a quick smash.

The child witness has seen life's roulette
take this animal to become part of the loam.
But I will tuck my pain and anguish into the dark cache.