living
but
not being

alive
but my brain is fogged
by the unending
pounding
of what should be

books quoted

sermons rehearsed

eyes that try
and intimidate me
into believing
that, which cannot possibly
be

i'm better alone with my thoughts

leave me

with my own assumptions

do not
shatter my happiness

let me clear my head
with what i know is true.

across a crowded room
i see the one thing
that keeps me solid

it's you
           my son

your perfection
is beyond comprehension
to me

your heart
makes mine explode

and when you smile
there's no comparison

to the great love
i will eternally
hold.

Beware that thirsted kindling should spark in July
The unquenchable fire will roar , winds of change will feed
a great conflagration that is without end ..
The likes of which this nation has ne'er witnessed ...

i'm breathless

searching for the mouth
that will connect
with mine

us both

inhaling deep
        exhaling out

offering a sense
                        of being

finding stable ground

by breathing
a common
breath.

when you've loved
it's a feeling
like no other

when you're touched
by something, someone, beyond
compare

when you've
found
without looking

and not questioned
what was always
there

you're at home
with that one other

you've found peace
just sitting in a chair

this other person
exudes perfection

without you even knowing
that's why
they're there.