Something stirring
A cautious hover
Over a breaking smile
gratitude spills
tumbling over the reverently held ether
life lives here, moistened with
Blood, sweat, Tears and rain
Every fall a rise
Like the breath of providence
A dip left
A twist right
the rhythm of life inspires dance,
Poetry, art, music and song
Like air slipping over chords
Sacred Verbage
Vibration
Your hands are never empty
There is no void,
There is only the appearance of nothing
Which by the mere thought is even something
So grab on tight!
Even when it seems there is no thing
it really is something, isn't it?
Oh what we see, be and do when nothing is impossible!
MESSENGERS OF HOPE
HELP US ALL TO COPE
LENDING US SOME ROPE
AND MAYBE SOME SOAP
THERE'S NO NEED TO MOPE
IF YOU'RE NOT A DOPE
Simple afternoons with you are freeing
Softly, quietly I look up to see two
Squirrels screaming at me
The dichotomy between the serene breeze
And the tiny furry beasts puts a smile on my face
The worries of the world fade into Nothingness
The warm caress of the dying sun
Lifts today's burdens like an old friend with his hand held out
Seeking...Greeting
Lifting...Comforting
Am I the same as you?
We exist in this moment together
But who am I and who are you?
The wall comes crumbling down
I gasp... you turn your rosy cheeks to face me
We see eye to eye but through different lenses
My green to your brown
My chaos to your calm
Two sides of the same coin
And yet when I turn to face the trees
I see through the faded leaves and the bare bones of earthen bark
I see in the extended arms of the oak what I can't always see in myself: Hope
The screaming squirrels have given up
Sometimes I feel the same
The quiet returns
The light is receding
I turn to you once more
I return to the here
I return to us and our small Haven;
In the garden of two now silent Squirrels
These words I write cannot contain
The anger, the guilt, nor the pain
Of losing someone you hold most dear
You went to her house for advice
You just complained, yelled and got frustrated
But she just listened, hearing every word
And now she's gone, gone, gone
You think about her constantly
She never leaves your heart, mind, or soul
Her advice was always solid
Her words blunt and meaningful
But now you can't hear them
She is just gone, gone, gone
We move on, hoping to hear her call our name
But she can't anymore
We hope to feel her grasp
But she is out of reach
Just remember where she resides now
In the darkest part of your heart
Waiting for you to ask again
When you find the words
When you heal
She's not here
She's not there
But she is everywhere
She. Is. Home.
She. Is. Happy.
She. Is. Always. Watching.
Waiting
Hoping
Always loving was her speech
She told you how it was out of love
She was there when you were a baby
She was there your whole life
NOW HOLD HER CLOSE AS YOU SAY GOODBYE FOR THE LAST TIME!!
YOU'LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN!!
THE PHOTOS DO HER NO JUSTICE!!
DON'T SHED TEARS FOR HER!!!
REMEMBER HER!!
The death of a loved one
Is an unending sadness
But never give up
They will watch you
Help you
Save you
Never give up!
When I look up in the sky
And I see your spirit soar
Mindful that I'm stuck down here
Thinking of before
I pray I cross your mind
As you sail among the clouds
And that you'll visit me
The next time you come around
I loved you with my all
But only pulled you down
I should've known my heart
Would keep you anchored on the ground
I've let you go, my dear
As you fly into the sky
I hope your fading thoughts of me
Will pass you by-and-by
I’ve proven people wrong before.
You are hardly an exception.
You said I should be single for a long time.
Venting to my friends who were right about you was the real medicine.
And plenty of boys say I’m a catch before they get to know who I am.
You said I need to grow up.
But you’re unemployed and you bash a girl that was slandered by her best friend.
I love being told what a snotty person I am both at work and when I’m with you.
You said I’m self-absorbed and immature.
I saved an artist you cruelly envied on his birthday from a debt that was killing him slow.
It was the best 30 pounds I ever spent this week because it was out of selfless love.
You said you deserve so much better than me.
You tried to gaslight me into thinking that no living soul is good enough for me.
You took the easy way out instead of bearing with me a little longer.
You said I don’t understand how relationships work.
That’s all you’re right about because what one person doesn’t find sexy might attract another.
So neither do you.
You said a piece of you will always love me.
You were just kidding yourself when you said that.
Some therapist you’re turning out to be, dearest.
It felt hazy that I pondered for days or even weeks
On how I was going to repay you for your compassion and charity.
You don’t deserve to know what I had planned for you.
If you somehow worm your way back into my life,
I won’t be crying my eyes out like the time when a bastard was unfaithful to you.
Instead, I will stand my ground like a rock and kick you in the crotch.
You had one opportunity to take things slow so we could get along.
But you’re not getting a second chance because I don’t trust you.
Does this explain why you claim I don’t love you?
Fast-forward to last week to the part where I started anew with another dude.
He’s a scary one that could do more damage to you than me.
He loves me for everything you hate about me.
He’s the kind of boy whose easy to set aside time for
While I hit the books and explore the world because he’s along for the ride.
I couldn’t be more attracted to him every time he touches me to say, “You’re mine.”
It’s not because he desires to put me on a leash and lock me up.
It’s because he understands where I’m coming from and he too thinks “give and take” is crap.
Yet, he loves me like the Holy Grail because he tells me that I’m the best part of every day to him.
Relationships are like snowflakes.
No two function the same way because people are complex creatures with different standards.
Yours certainly were a mystery and to this day, I wondered how it all went wrong.
Our final days were a thin line between love and hate.
I already know which direction you went.
That’s one thing you and the monsters in my nightmares have in common.
I am no Pan, but follow me into the woods
just this once. I will protect you.
She lingered over her martini, an olive
floating gracefully in the gin,
vermouth and humor sitting dry on her tongue.
The summer evening slowly inched itself across the tablecloth
until the light from the candle at the center
hindered its crusade to bring on the dark.
I ran my hand over the flame, letting it lick the dent of my palm,
inching it further down until
the quick pain reminded me of that first pinprick of love
the night we met. Do you remember
the earthy smell of the apples slowly rotting under the leaves?
The world altering itself beneath our feet?
There was a sense of urgency back then, a need
for hastened fingertips and my lips to always be pressed to yours,
skin rubbed in raw emotion until it burned like kindling
in the night. Your eyes were golden
under the lanterns, your hands pale birds
swooping over your plate.
In that moment my skin burned for the ocean
of your curls across my hips,
the charm on your necklace to brush against my thigh,
the warmth of summer waves to pulse beneath my skin.
She let the glass fall with a flick of her wrist,
condensing the air to an acrid twitch
and rendering my vision to pinpoints as
I watch the reflection of her eyes careen to earth.
Will you reach your hand up to my cheek
and read the wounds you stashed inside my corneas?
Or will you stare at the echoes at our feet
until my hand reaches for yours
across this shattered display of moments?