.

She said it to me again today,

and every time I hear it

it feels just as wonderful as the first time

when I hoped it wouldn’t be

the last time

Here on Earth
We are just visitors.
Inquisitors to our own detriment;
Still, curiosity is prevalent to our
Intelligence.

Here on Earth
We are all mentors.
Decorating life's halls with pictures;
Memoirs of our fallacious
Lessons

Here on Earth
We are all creators.
Creatures made of muddy water;
Still, Your reflection can be seen with
Imagination.

Here on Earth
We are all listeners.
Master practitioners of selecting
Information gatherers, join our
Organization.

Here on Earth
I was my own body
Until society taught me that
Rejection is a fate far worse than
Death.

The illumination of desperation
Leads to desecration
What I seek to hell with the weak
This is mine to keep
There's things I lack try to interact
Don't fight it no ones got your back
I live for survival eliminate all rivals
Born an outcast each day diabolical
The torment and shame the beatings and pain
Never knowing what I've done drove me insane
I ponder looking through the bars
Doing twenty to life
If only I was wanted and loved
I could have been a shining light

.

She called while driving

needing directions
I offered my assistance

I smiled when she said I was the best
personal GPS ever

then she smiled when she realized

all of my directions
were leading her

straight to my heart

I cry because
I know I am lost
and all alone in
the world, my tears
are not emerald
blue or silky skies but
endless rivers of
trailing ink and
bitter blood because
the world filled me
with regret and remorse
stripped down my
pride and my name
my self esteem and
my love shredded
and hope for a
brighter day no more,
but sometimes I
can't help but smile
let loose a trail of
laughter slip from
my lips and let
the corners of my
eyes wrinkle with delight
because I can't help
but want to be happy
I just want to let
those in the world
know, do not mistake
any form of happiness
that escape from me
as true contentedness
or well being because
there is no way to live
life without a smile,
but there is a way
to live life smiling
amidst the eternal tears.

Post-war digs line Locke Street
Kudzu , streetlights , lamplight
Critters and skeeters , front porch
smokers , stray cats , brown bats
Concrete sidewalks , sacks of One Stop
chicken sandwiches , cold beer and
L&M; cigarettes
A doobie on the wood porch , a
brand new FM love song , arpeggios flying
into space , no regard for the work
week rat race , a smooth young face without
the first sign of a wrinkle , happy and single
A swig of 'Mist , a midnight ride to an all
night 'catfish expedition' on Saturday night* ..