The first thing , have you….
Perhaps a question that….,
God only knows.
But I’m five beers down,
and gone…now……
On the shots.
Alcohol,
has helped blur the memories !
But not the sounds in my head, nor the smell.
Hollow now,
do my words ever echo.
A missive not heard by all, least of all…..
By me!
Lonely man, with lonely heart, seeks …..
A life.
Have you got
The time ….!
Giajl © Jim Love
In words it can be a rough start
We are all different
Time can get impatient
There is a gentle stirring*
That comes in our heart
But you feel the honey bee sting
When we fall apart start jogging
A gentle stirring-yearning-burning
World around us is always turning
Body and soul loving/missing/gathering
Observing/sitting with a cup of coffee
Why do some people get
what they want and others fail to see the
Godly- light what are we truly lacking
Clean slate stacking- we need
Power talking conquering to see
The world but wondering what will be?
They say that Time is magical…that she makes everything brand new
They say that Time can heal all wounds…but…I don’t believe that’s true.
I believe there are some wounds so deep…so sorrowful
that the best Time can do…is help conceal them…
for she knows no matter how hard she tries
she’ll never be able to heal them.
And though she is saddened when those wounds reappear
for she understands those moments will be rough…
she takes solace knowing all the other times
concealing them’s enough.
every sunrise every moment
is as young as it’s ever going to be
no one can read the silence like me
so I may as well talk about
all the empty my blood fills
and I still sit here knowing
there are things I need to do
just to feel like I should,
just to feel this much.
I placed her head in my hands
and laced my fingers through the patchwork of her silence.
Clocks can't hold you, Love,
but they’ll eavesdrop
and try to slip a limit on moments.
There is too much left unsaid.
I can’t count the days swallowed by you.
I want to be wrapped in you so tightly
we forget what the air feels like.
I remember when we thought we still had time to waste.
I remember when I had so much time left here.
I drive home again and
she has outgrown all her clothes.
I don’t have to kneel to hug her now.
I close my eyes
and suddenly
I am old enough
to have old friends and old enemies
to have memories that won’t last forever.
When did we stop
measuring our lives in months?
I don’t want any of this to be unsaid.
fire fire fire
in the colors I can’t speak
I send it back and forth
on winds
I can’t have calculated
so it’s better to just
hope they stay awake
make me another lifeline
carve me another story
or I will spend every inch right here
sun blazing
now I’ve done it all
everything you can touch
framed in flames
I strike the matches, throw them
one by one
into the universe
with every handshake
I’m breathing you into
infinity
come on
you are all I can see
I send rockets to
collapse at your fingertips
come on
spray paint the world with me
I hope you stay awake
I run on you like moonlight-
it is not something I asked for
but every time I step outside to a midnight
I forget how beautifully
it melds to my skin
and I don’t need
you, I need
to be a part of you,
like every time I come here is a beginning and
you are my timer,
this is the dream
I have heard them singing about
my whole life.
For years I have been counted as lucky,
counting the days,
counting down or up or both.
I have never counted this fast
I want as many half-asleep mornings
as many best nights
as I can get.