We drink to make each other more tolerable.
Whiskey washes over the painful memories of broken trust and promises.
I don’t remember the last time we didn’t fight.
It’s like I love you too much to care anymore.
I’d give you the world if I could,
but that’s easier said than done.
You don’t want me to be so kind to you;
and that’s something I’ll never understand.
Don’t forget who I was before you tore me apart.
I was a pieced together puzzle;
until deconstruction became your hobby.
You became my demise.
Tears trickled down my wrinkled shirt the day you left.
In our life wine rhymed with love
and water tasted like sacrifice.
There are only so many wounds liquor can heal.
New stains painted my shirts,
not tears or wine.
Red cuffs covered up memories of you.
Blood washed down the drain just before you came back.
Now it’s too late to save us.
Maybe we were doomed from the start.
But I’ll refuse to believe we weren’t perfect for each other.
Not until God tells me otherwise.
I suppose I’ll see him soon and ask for His opinion.
Your embrace has never felt more soothing
as my vision blurs to black.
You whisper sweet thoughts you should’ve said before.
We drank to make each other more tolerable.
I couldn’t think of someone I’d rather tolerate.
When I embark from dark to light I’ll remember you.
I love you too much to care anymore.
enlighten — verb (used with object)
to give intellectual or spiritual light to;
to instruct; impart knowledge to; Archaic: to shed light upon.
like an overdue library book,
the omission of a
makes me a bad boy.
guilty of failure to perform,
a fineable offense
where I come from.
perhaps it was the word?
down too many paths possible
this word obvious, but not,
a distortion, to me.
the definition I seek,
is not in dictionary listed!
for I want to enlighten you,
make you lighter, carefree,
But Not Through Spirit or Intellect.
for what spiritual guidance
can I give thee,
that would not burden you,
with collected do's and don'ts.
my intellect impoverished,
reduce to grunts and curses,
my opinions, even if valid,
are simplistic truisms.
nonetheless, I want to enlighten you.
"put the load right on me."
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me."
Give me those-parts of you,
convoluted, twisted, that need bearing,
but cannot be borne any more,
for there comes the line,
where the totals are recorded,
the sums noted,
black or red,
my truck is marked
make me fat with seven years of plenty,
plenty worries, plenty troubles,
shed those pounds of weighty words
that gain no recognition,
or just ignored,
so I can enlighten you.
what skill you posses,
doing this noble thing?
skill is simple,
only the human touch
take out the trash.
I am your man.
what makes you
and makes you
lighter than air,
we are both enlightened.
send what you need to be rid of,
promise, I will read and keep,
every poem you send.
I got the room.
Send me a word,
and I will return to you,
a commissioned poem.
My life is a story of déjà vu; I sit and review the timeline, the dots along the fading epoch share similarities within the clusters. I draw a line at the points of change and the clusters remain unaltered. No matter where I go; no matter who I am with, my reality is always the same; I wish I could remove the blight that is my hidden curse. I can’t find my good fountain pen; my blood is losing its circulation. There are dilemmas on the menu, a feast for those who once hungered with ambition. Grinding my teeth in frustration from the disappointments in the room; these expectations gained are those opportunities lost. So many wanting so much for so little; history embedded within my skin. The weather is getting colder but it doesn’t feel like December.
What if the world didn't circle you?
What if, just maybe
There were greater forces moving us along?
We are just atoms
Held together by paper cuts and splinters
That we were too afraid to tell our mom about.
We are the same
So don't pretend like anything you do
Is superior to everything I do
I do not wallow in misfortune
Or blame anyone else for my spilled milk
And these will always be my problems
That you were too busy
To care about
Because you are chasing a future
That you don't want.
We are just people
And the tape you used to showcase your pride
Doesn't make you more
It just makes you a sad little man
With a handful of opportunities
When all you can do is
Steal those chances from others
Even though no one has threatened to take yours
And you believe that no one could
But the day will come when you will fall
And someone will steal one of those opportunities
You thought you had a lifetime to achieve
And I will be there to watch
And throw my darts at the people who thought they could hurt you
Because I want you to know
That I am there for you
Even when it's not a full circle
A day hasn't gone by where you haven't been on my mind.
Where you haven't assaulted all my senses.
I catch myself smiling and the crying throughout the day.
I walk through art stores and
see all the portraits and laugh.
Cause I look at a picture you
and I know would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world.
At times I imagine your scent
and I am
I feel awakened
I walk through a grocery store and spot strawberries
and right away without me
your lips rest on mine.
I stand there in the crowd
in total bliss and happiness.
Knowing I could eat strawberries for the rest of my life.
I am greeted with hugs throughout the day
With every embrace though
I imagine it's your touch I feel.
Maybe I hug
a little longer
A little tighter
Just to feel you again.
I drive with our song playing on the radio on repeat.
I smile and cry the most here
Because music is what brought us together.
What put me at the top of your list.
I imagine us
Dancing in the moonlight
Dancing with the stars so bright.
Holding you til sunrise
Being with you every night.
Maybe it's torture
But I love this pain
I died when you left but
I now live for that
sight, scent, taste, touch and sound of yours.
So everyday please,
Wage war against my senses.