That what I’m writing with I’m afraid and fearful that a special one is going to be forgotten this
Looks like the piece is going far afield but it will fit I was in the fire department in the service we
Were out in the remote part of Hunter Liggett military reservation on the central coast of
California there wasn’t much likely hood of human carelessness being the cause of fire in this
Sector but Mother Nature and her angry lighting strikes were so we went out and we were
Control burning this was grass fuel mostly but a great deal of smoke and from that a fawn
Walked up out of this gulley she wasn’t unduly afraid just matter of course I walked down the
Gravel road and picked her up I held her to reassure her but I was the one touched by this little
Helpless creature I felt such peace it wasn’t just the facts about the fire would quickly burn out
But it was emotional I melted by every breath she took for a brief time before I released her I
Was enlarged I wasn’t just stomping around doing my duty my life was altered because of the
Most gentle nature my human nature was redirected I went back in millennia when we were all
One peaceful family before the animal took the path of tooth and claw and man from the club
To the gun in the peaceful shadow of a summer afternoon the one this piece is about came
Over To visit this was long before my service time but Janet came she can best be described as
A Young lamb she was identical in spirit as the fawn gentle sweet quiet trusting at first it
Was just another summer day but then she changed the atmosphere she started asking me
Questions about life I would barely get done answering one question then she would ask
Another Know this I never take it lightly when someone ask for my help I would have answered
With Tears if I known the future she was the rarest flower its where wonder lifts you out of the
Established course you stumble and tumble down among perfect surprises important designs
Rarely seen they have these tiny explosions perfumed scents tingling misty bubbles burst when
They Touch your face yes you have just been amazed by her purist soul so this special time ends
Life takes over with soothing rhythms to the most part the next time Janet was coming into her
Own sweet sixteen a job at the Dog&Suds root beer stand she was glowing this exquisite flower
Was on the threshold of life that we talked about two or three years before just beginning to
Blossom then the promise was forever canceled all words that we exchanged shriveled under
Leukemia’s murderous hand all the blissful hopes and dreams vanished when her eyes closed
For the last time in this realm because her family is gone I fear she will be forgotten that would
Be tragic and even cruel to lose sight of such a delightful soul Janet Henderson you will never be
Forgotten by me God bless your memory
This isn't an apology.
Don't let the half empty bottle of wine
and partially living flowers fool you,
don't give me the time back,
because I don't regret not kissing you,
I'm glad someone else could do the chore for you
because we both know I was
insult away from your bedroom.
A beautiful face in a crowd,
lifeless like most of us.
Placed memories inside these boots
for the anticipation of winters violent ways
waiting for spring too fill the jam jar with sadness.
Or to create some art due to emptiness
but threw acid in my eyes so that I couldn't see
locked myself outside in the cold
making myself numb,
forced the feeling
denial a hole that keeps getting bigger in time
as it remains on my mind because i'll go to sleep alone tonight like every other
meanwhile one's with current lovers will find new ones
as will I,
in the abandon books with missing pages,
are missing from within myself
searching for myself in the dark
because the only one I ever loved
told me he was born with dandelions in his spine,
blew on them to pass the time,
it was only wishful thinking
and plants never taught how to bleed only to cry
theres a crowd in my head
and your not invited
only the thoughts that gather
always left unsaid
or on your voice machine;
the concert tickets were too nice of a gesture,
I went wrong saying they were one of my favorite bands,
maybe I should become a liar.
Mostly though I am in love.
I am in love with time and
it only exist if you want it to.
do you listen for the things that are not there?
sighs in the dark, in the cold crisp air.
there is not life among us, here.
sheathe your long-life'd fear.
keep it simple, dear one
lose yourself in the dark night
find yourself in the bright lights
spend your evenings chasin' the sun
recover from the emptiness
decaying from within
you must accept, not suppress
the bottom echoing again.
and when you've found it,
the place of no return
there's no doubts about it
forward you must go, so you will begin to learn
about a world lying at your feet
above everything you've been running from
all these years, they've been dying to meet
your shining heart, and it's reverberating hum
don't question the facts,
sit back and relax,
bite your tongue.
You choose objects over my feelings,
You CHOOSE to argue back,
You don't listen when I speak my opinion,
Since you're too busy chugging jack,
How come you don't breathe me,
The way that you breathe smoke,
You're making me feel dizzy,
When I'm already hoping that I'll choke,
Why did you spit on my mind when I was giving you my heart,
You kept tearing me too pieces,
So I tore myself apart,
They lurk in all of us, like a black smog clogging up our moral judgement they creep and curl and consume our thoughts and innocent souls until we are corrupted with a false conception of reality and being.
They tingle on ours tongues, spitting and hissing at anything honest and true, like a snake they warp us into a forked viper's venom - poisonous and irrevocable. They bite into our victims mind, spreading only negativity and misery; oozing with droplets encomposing all the evil of the world in a single minute sphere.
They flash through our eyes, through our minds, across our hearts like dark shadows cloaking sincerity and simplicty leaving us to a life of complicated murkiness, having to plan our every move and conive and swindle our way through the maze of what is real and what isn't.
They spin us in a web, Deceit; like a hungry spider awaits it's prey, always catching us in the end...always wrapping us nice and tight until there is no possible escape except to accept the truth- that you are about to get eaten by a "spider".
One day we all get caught in our own web of lies, whether they be expressed towards others, or just as likely self-inflicted.
And one day we all have to face the truth.
She came in
out of the green
Because any other entrance
would be far too common and simple.
She came in at the perfect moment,
when I believed the world was dark,
to shine a little light for me
and keep a beacon on that distant horizon.
Keep it shining,
Guide me to you,
And someday we'll meet face to face,
And share that cup of tea,
where we can see the other's eyes
and know that it
simply has to be-