It's funny,
I haven't even met your mother,
And I already think of you.
I think of the times we'll spend together
And the times we'll play together.
I already know what I'm gonna get you
On your first birthday
And what you'll be wearing on your second.

Honestly though,
I don't know how, when, or with who I'm gonna get there,
I just know that one day you'll be there
And I'll be here waiting
For the day in which I will hold you
And your little hands will move from here to there -
So wait for me,
I will get there.

I'm picking things up along the way
That I wanna teach you when I can.
I hope that you're not overwhelmed
When you try to hold your football,
Soccer ball or baseball.
(Volleyball is a lot of fun too!)
We'll play catch, and we will run,
I will catch you, and you'll have fun - I promise.

I hope you forgive me though,
As I don't know your mom.
I don't know if I have or haven't
Already set our course.
But you know what,
I bet she's beautiful
And the most caring person in the world.
I want to make sure she takes care of you,
After all.

It's hard to think of you,
As I hope I can make it through to you,
And tell you that all I'm doing today is because of you.
I want you to learn how run, how to play sports, how to jump,
And I want to be there to help you when you fall.
I want to teach you how to play guitar
And some magic tricks with cards,
I want to teach you to write some poetry
And play some music to make songs.

I want to make you proud,
As I hope you'll make me proud.
Even if you don't want to learn any of these things,
Or follow in my footsteps in any way
I want you to know that I've thought of you
Ever since today,
And that I can't wait to meet you,
Or your mother,
On the day in which you're born.

My mind is wrapped around
Getting to know you
But it's so hard
To climb your brick wall
Tip toeing
Not wanting to break anything
Hints tossed like a salad
But it's like juggling hot potatoes
I don't wanna ask the wrong questions
I don't wanna dig too deep
Too fast
I want you to trust me
But my mind is wrapped around
Getting to know you
Slowly waiting for the right timing
Impatient words linger and claw at my lips
Choking me but I hold them
Back for you
To freely express yourself willingly
My mind is wrapped around
Getting to know you
But I'm scared to always
Be the one
To text you first
So then days go by
With no words exchanged
And my mind swells with
Dead emotions
"I guess I'm not important"
"If she hasn't by now then she never will"
My mind is wrapped around
Getting to know you
But it's so hard
Why is it so hard
Should I keep trying
Or am I just an annoying ****
What's your mind wrapped around
What're you stuck on
I wish these things
Were the things
That we talked about
My mind is wrapped around
Getting to know you
And I'm just stuck
On what to do
It's almost like
I don't cross your mind at all
It's like you can't find the time
While I'm pushing
Everything
Out of my way
To make all the time
But it goes to waste
Through the cracks
Of your fingers
And it doesn't even matter to you

She loved me
and I her..
their lives made rich
this living wagging
being is embedded
in her soul..
their sharing of
each her pain
no separation then
or now..
both courageous in
life's offered struggles
seeking air and sun..
of play and joys
car rides and tennis *****
puzzles.. even rules
memories by the score..
a shadow box
now these memories fill
the shadow conceals
a shared and glowing
Light...

"You makes all the bad choices."
"It's not a surprise that you don't have any friends."
"You're the reason this family is falling apart."
"Hopeless."
"Little selfish good for nothing *****."
"You're a mess."
"Why are you such an idiot?"
"Why would anyone ever trust you."
"A disappointment."

"I wish we could be proud of you for something."

The sweet melody
of my parents voices,
whispering loving words
in my ears
each night.

take off your tank top
shuck off your short shorts
remove your heart-shaped glasses
squint til my mouth is a skyline
and mountains form my teeth

mess up your makeup
clean your cuts, old and new
shrug off your lonely soul my love
put on a smile; dive down to pluck
pearls from my dusty guts

burn your mary janes, baby
peel the covers from your pink
while i dissect yesterdays disguises
i'll be a blank slate; fetch the ink
they're waiting so patiently
just to hear from us ♥

Legend has it, he was born a dancing flame.
But he doesn't burn because he's angry.
He burns because he's hungry.
A starving artist, ignited by the truth.
Legend has it, he was born in a pool of passion.
The Gods shook with envy because they created a better man on accident.
Earth trembled when he decided to grace it with his footsteps.
He was created to never be tamed.
An invention of rebellion.  
Legend has it, the Grand Canyon was a direct result of his heartbeat.
When he announced his name, the tide shrugged and ate the shores.
His smile made the flowers laugh.
He speaks, and the wind sings through the trees.
A showpiece of devotion.
Legend has it, he's disguised in a *** of ordinary.
He's just a cup of coffee or a faded pair of jeans.
A million other men are labeled with his name.
They say the wind still sometimes whispers through the trees.
He is a heart more profound than a mortal heart could ever dream to be.

River, snow melt marches,
Tiny leaves, soft bells, bears early—
No salmon running.