Heavy Hearted

Heavy Hearted Oct 2022

Here I lye with you-
you don't listen, so my words
write reversed haikus

I don’t need your drugs,
but I do need you to know
no one deserves this.

I choose to let you
treat me like I’m blindfolded;
Still, I gift to you-

Graphite and color
a blank sketchbook (with this piece)
Inscribed in the front.

Art is all I know
so this opportunity.
to express it all-

Has such strong power,
you might never truly know…
Still- I hope you do.

5 stanza Haiku letter

I wish he could have known about this. Written in his gifted sketchbook (from me) while he was finally asleep after almost overdosing on fetynol and me saving his life, over 7 hours of horror. When he woke up I went to the washroom, came back, and he was smoking it again. He overdosed- stopped breathing- I called 911, they resuscitated him and rushed him to the hospital, then before he could be released, he died.

He was only 19.

#opioid #overdose #death #haiku #letter #expressionism #hope #opportunity #art

Heavy Hearted Oct 2022

When We Close Our Eyes

Dear Dad,

We close our eyes, and we retreat
to a very special place-
Away from worry, away from doubt-
familiar teardrops trace.

So, when I see you sleeping –
the phone right by your seat-
I cannot help but, lay parallel,
& forgoe frantic's defeat.

All I can do is lay with you

To meet in Slumber's deep

Knowing that day you leave this earth-

we can always meet in sleep.

Love, Eric

to my 77 year old father, to whom I owe it all.

#father #son #sleep #death #love #family

Heavy Hearted Oct 2022

Absolutely Invisible

Ill write this down - again
I don't enjoy being alone-
especially when I'm right here
with you-

You're a wilted rose & I'm an empty crowd-
With enchanting prose & voices loud,

I don't enjoy being alone-
especially when I'm right here

Still beside you.

at the end of a moshpit or our time together, my last letter to Zuzu.

#isolation #desolation #loneliness #breakups #invisible #writing

Heavy Hearted Oct 2022

A Fleeting Ability

Is it true?

That my words are now spilt- broth pushed against the brim,
Liquid to big for its container-gracelessly,
it mimics the wild
of unbound tides.
Wherein a fleeting salvation; is oh so frantically exempt-
Its within my linguistic inability
lies my failure's false contempt.

The mundane English word was once my spell to cast
An arsenal of adjectives & repertoire of verbs.
Yet in English its still heard,
communication's magic,
Wielding the awe of expression- Cured-
I try to print back into begin

again.

salvage my fading ability to write

#ability #abandon #doubt

Heavy Hearted Sep 2022

Couplets

Couplets here, leak out of me
out of my very being,
unto the world in front of me
simultaneously seeing: that I'm made up of couplets,
no more & no less;
two lines of written words that arch balanced, they confess:

that first lines nothing without the second,
& alone the second lines meaningless at best

For it's in couplet's regularity, that confusion doth detest
that there's always one then two, 2 reasons to write the rest.

#couplets

Heavy Hearted Jul 2022

Łųčïê

It happens just because we need
To want and be Wanted too
Serendipitously here, spontaneously there,
A true friend I've found in you.

Now friends will come and some will last, but in the end so few;
Are in actuality Ride or Dies
Disappointingly it's proven true.

Lucie my friend, has forced my hand
To write my words of feeling
For untill now there'd been no reason
To attempt a written healing.

♡

Thanks lucie

#friends #lucie #toronto #newfriends #comeandgo #faith #gratttitude

Heavy Hearted Apr 2022

Flowers & Prose

Red & blue sage in remembrance of you
Gladiolus, carnations-
pink poppies too.

While foxglove protects
With larkspur and flax,
The windflowers wilt but always grow back.

White lilies for hope
And forget-me-nots true,
an innocence captured in their ambiguous blue.

Griefs Pink and white orchids,
Support’s crimson rose-
the healing of hyacinth,

flowers & prose.

written in tribute, to the family of a good friend.

#flowers #symbolic #lilies #poppies #sage #hope #grief #support #prose