I told the Genie for my third and final wish, that I wanted my family to be happy.

Then I started fading.

I.
There's a fear in my eyes when I see you
All tomorrows appear in a blink
Fearing there'd be day when I will awake
And I wouldn't find you near

There are days when the pasts seem to shadow
All the hope that you've gathered for me
But then the darkness fades and then I awake
And I feel love setting us free

Chorus:
And all at once, all fears disappear
Knowing that I have you here
Though lies may come, there's nothing I can't do.
For I see His promise when I look at you."

II.
So I thank you for all of your patience
For loving me even when I explode
Taking all of the pain but nothing else to gain
Just knowing I don't feel alone

Oh I promise that I'll always choose you
I will trust you wherever you lead
And when there are days when you'll feel afraid
I promise I won't walk away

Chorus:
Coz all at once my future is here
It's better than all of my dreams
Though storms may come, there's nothing I can't do
For He keeps His promise, and the promise is you

III.
So I stand here today with a promise
That together we'll run towards love
That I know there are days whether it shines or it rains
Together we'll lift up a praise

And when our time here has ended
And God asks me what I had been through
I would lay at His feet all our victories
And thank Him for giving me you
I'll always thank Him for giving me you

Chorus:
Through battles won, and fears overcome
I found a faithful one
Through highs and lows
You will never be alone
Forever and always
My forever and always
Forever and always
I love you, my home

for he only cries at night in the dark,

for his tears is not a show but all pain

no one could understand.

Why Men Cry in the Bathroom

For so many reasons.
I will tell you the why.
I think you know,
Or perhaps, you think you know.

Men are always O.K.,
Even when not.

We expect the worse,
Accept the worse,
Nonetheless,
We are forever unprepared.

Wearily, we cry,
In the bathroom, in private,
Lest sighs slip by,
We be unmasked,
Early warring, strife signs warning.

Copious, tho we weep
Before the mirror confessor,
It is relief untethered,
Unbinding of the feet,
An uncounting
Of beaded rosaries,
Of freshly fallen hail stones,
Of night times terrors
By dawn's early edition's light,
and welcomed.

But look for the mute tear,
The eye-cornered drop,
*** tat, that never drops,
But never ceases formation and
Reforming, over and over again,
In a state of perpetuity of reconstitution,

The tippy tear of an iceberg revealing,
And I see you peeping, wondering,
What is beneath

Look for:
the torn worm-eaten edges of spirit,
thrift shop bought, extra worn,
grieving lines neath the eyes,
where the salt has evaporated,
discolored the skin.
worry lines,
under and above,
browed mapped, furrowed boundaries.
the laugh line saga,
where better days are stored,
recalled, as well as recanted,
publicly, privately.

Why just men?

I don't know,
Perhaps,
it is all I know.


Jan 6, 2013