Heavy Hearted

Heavy Hearted Dec 2022

Steph

Twenty six years, a companionship spans
The length of an entire lifetime.
What can be said of future plans?
Inherent, flawless design.

Now with my art three stanzas stretch
Scribbles in the cyberspace
A fleeting truth, for you to fetch
Deceptive pasts to face.

This last writing of the year
To Stephen I now dedicate
May life's kindness reappear
N like a melody, placate.

Peace poem tribute past

Heavy Hearted Nov 2022

Beauty Dies

Beauty's rose wilts
and petal by petal,
shard by shard;
Faster than fantasy-
time relapses
~
Beauty's rose wilts-
it's soils all settle
Erosion by erosion,
slower than springtime;
the future arrives.
Beauty's rose,
But a wilt!
without trophy or medal,
condolences, by condolences,
at our own paces-
the past persists.

Black flowers, wilted with time,
without beginning, nor end-
are seen;
& through the stained glass gaze of love,
are shimmering.

#rose #beauty #time #wilt #die

Heavy Hearted Oct 2022

Dear Liam (The Gift You Never Got)

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