Point

Fall...........t

Fail.........t

Fair.......t

Pair.....t

Pain...t

Point


Breathe


A cautious fall pulls me to fail, while I see a pair through my pain. I make it a point to remind them:

Breathe.

And the universe collapses my eyes into singularity of song.

Kate

Twin jewels moving across snowy set shapes.

Designing full contact Geometry to pass seconds into eons

While protected identities backed each other at guttural interegations.

Promises made

Broken by parted lips filled with honeyed missives.

Never apart. Never alone. Never without.

Yet the sun sets, your face fades, and the fog rolls through.

Your smile now nothing more than a vague moment captured one afternoon.

Died?

Married?

Moved on?

Loved?

Aspects dreamed but never known.

Promises made

Broken by parted lips with honeyed missives...

And you abandon me to hold the wolves at bay alone.

Trust turns a trick and flies away with a small piece of God's gift to man.

I cannot find you.

I cannot try anymore.

More vestiges of my past become erased...

And I move closer to erasure.

Feline

Small eyes dart about before settling on a target distant.

Try to break you of habits, yet you are resistant.

Almost twelve years on we've been partnered up.

Bought to make a film debut by sticking your head in the cup.

You've brought me health, early mornings, and drunken advice,

And of course you brought me the bloodied birds and mice.

Constant companion with warmth in the winter for all.

I just wish that warmth would have a summer pall.

Easy alarm clock lying upon my face.

It's amazing that you let yourself be ruled by the human race.

The last of my friends. So easy to speak yet never do I hear a word.

And yet if I told people that, they would call tell me it's absurd.

Protecting my children and guarding my breath.

You sit on high as you move closer to death.

The three were once one, but now have moved on to their own.

Each a king of his jungle; each with his throne.

The time is coming when your winter will come.

But not just yet...of time I have some.

Thank you for giving me the idea and design of love.

It proves that beyond me there is more above.

Now go away you damn cats... I'm trying to sleep.

You felines are great, but stop attacking my feet.

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.