Saying, "I'm only human."
is not a free pass for horrible behavior,
It's a humble statement meaning,
I am capable of error,
but also capable of good,
it means everybody is
complicated,
both in thought and deed
when we admit to being human
that means we bare with one another's humanity,
however good or bad it might seem.
At the end of the day,
if we can fully admit
to our beautiful brokenness
then no matter where we are in the world
we are always with brothers and sisters.
Fellow warriors in a struggle called,
the human condition.

I was in the grocery store today,
walking down an aisle with a buggy,
when I got this feeling:
I've been here before,
and I'll be here again soon.
Life is predictable,
we try to add flavor to our lives,
but we always end up back in
the checkout line at Walmart,
buying groceries.
Low prices drag us by our feet
through the door,
down aisles,
and over shelves.
It's not the boredom that bothers me,
it's meaninglessness.
How we can buy the same things
over and over again,
and it doesn't add up to anything,
it will go in the garbage at some point;
so why do we do it?

To be saved
that's what we want,
we reach out to people,
sometimes they break our fall,
other times we drop to the
bottom.
It's nobody's fault,
in the end,
sometimes we lack the strength
to save the ones we love,
but does that mean we don't care?
Certainly not!
Let's all forgive each other,
knowing love
always tries
again.

While day dreaming  on

our favorite beach,

I stopped then

picked up

a  peculiar

shell that most

reminded me

of you,


and put it to

my heart....

silence...


not even

the slightest

stir of

of somebody

home

to greet me.


you had

apparently left

long ago.

from this beach

that we used to

walk incessantly

for hours upon

hours to

summer’s

past serenades.


and now I am

the one only

left holding

this shell.


that no

longer fits

the two

of us.


like a poor

clown’s costume,


shoes too big,

nose too red,

smile turned

upside down

upon my

face.


and I miss

you.





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I am the sun
when it is night
I am the autumn
when it's spring
I am a cello
in its case
I am a star
in early daylight
I am July
when it's November

I am
hidden
patiently waiting for
my time
to be beautiful.