Betty
Gives me cake
Of the homemade kind.
And
Sometimes
We make the cake
It all depends
On how she shakes.
Sometime’s
It’s so bad she can not move
She can not talk. Only cry
It’s painful, distressing, morbid and weary
It makes her wish to die
And then
Other times
We bake
We clean
She is back to
Her role as wife.
You wouldn’t know
That
She hates life

I never thought it would be you.

                                                     You tossed crumpled maps over your shoulder
                                                        ­                            waiting for me to unglue my
                                                                ­                                  eyes from the steady
                                                          ­                                                             comp­***.

                                                           ­    You leapt from stone to stone and branch
                                                          ­                      to branch while I tiptoed across
                                                                ­                               the rocks careful not to
                                                              ­                                                                 ­  slip.

                                                      You filled every hour with chance and opened
                                                          ­           your arms to uncertainty while I held
                                                                ­              mine close in case the breath ran
                                                             ­                                                                 ­   out.
You thought it could be me.

You helped me play in the morning
light without looking over my
shoulder for the darkening
sky.

You gently led me to mountainous cliffs
with views that almost made
me forget I could
fall.

You drank my worry like fresh water
instead of the bitter poison
I thought was my
burden.

                                You tossed the map and I can't find the compass
                                              and it couldn't be you but there
                                                       in the middle of your
                                                            ­ palm lies my
                                                                ­   north.

Though nurtured like the sailing moon
In beauty's murderous brood,
She walked awhile and blushed awhile
And on my pathway stood
Until I thought her body bore
A heart of flesh and blood.

But since I laid a hand thereon
And found a heart of stone
I have attempted many things
And not a thing is done,
For every hand is lunatic
That travels on the moon.

She smiled and that transfigured me
And left me but a lout,
Maundering here, and maundering there,
Emptier of thought
Than the heavenly circuit of its stars
When the moon sails out.

That man, he's got eyes that shine,
Like the ocean in the morning time.
He comes and goes
Just like the waves,
And as he goes
He calls my name.
That man, He's deeper than the sea
And from the depths he calls to me.
He's got highs and lows
Just like the tide,
Yet through his lows
He won't say goodbye.
That man, he leaves a wake behind,
And like the sea he churns and grinds.
He's both the calm and the storm.
Always changing,
He's cold and warm
But his cold, never estranging.

Rivers
        are
           only
         as
deep
      as
        your
             imagination
                                makes
                            them.

Riddle me this
Are they laughing at me
Because I'm prone to fear and doubt
I'm trying to clean up the mess I made
You see I got a conscience like gasoline
I fuel the fire with everything they said it's stuck in my mind
If you got the keys then start the car and drive as far as you can
If you got the blood then you got the heart to give yourself a chance
Live to your fullest and own your name
Misunderstood, we are all misunderstood
Make peace with your pain
And never lose your flames
Seems like you've all been scarred
Look at it as some kind of beautiful art