Though down many long, sometimes crowded,
mostly lonely roads
of life in seasons spent, in the dreams
and memories, bittersweet in plans and schemes,
you, of one, and of some of a few,
touched my life
forever,
and you still now do,
with your hand outstretched,
I take it and in gratefulness,
thank you for your friendship,
and graciousness,
and though the road still before me lies,
it's not so lonesome with
you by my side.
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Will words come?
Ideas weave themselves
Like strings of spring vine?

Now it’s time …
A solemn answer,
Just your best.

Eyes cast upward,
Downward, right,
And left.

Eyes that beg
In dramatic
Silence.

Eyes searching
For minute
Flickers –
Tossed out by
Vague heres-and-theres.

Thinking, blinking,
Reaching backward,
Ah!  Something ...  something,
Rememb'ring at last!

Grabbing a time,
With sparks
Of relief;
There they are!
I see them, too!
In those baby eyes.

Follow the steps –
Pour on the juice –
Butter it up –
A kiss for Good Luck.

Our Stories,
Our Amens.

Lips skimming , sharp as knives .
Killing you almost as quick ,
Or defending you to the death,
Both lucky consequences
Depending on the host ,
And their thoughts ,
And the roads they have travelled.

I understand why you hurt and
I understand what's been done
But it seems to me you do not understand
That I am not the one.
She was the one that broke your heart,
I'm not her.
She was the one to psychotically start,
I'm not her.
The ones that left silver scars on your perfect face...
I'm not them.
Yet,
You react and flinch at me as though I am your former femme.
Ghosts of girlfriends past
Haunting our sublime present
They begin to scar me too
As you reflect onto me your ailment.
Punished for performing torment, neglect, and malice
When all that I'd done was exaltment, respect, and cherish.
I beg you to lift the mask from your eyes
That will lead to our purest love's demise
For if we were to end on their score
I will forever bear my own wounds that were yours before.

Pain, torture is rough
with diamond in the rough
life is not enough
we drill with slough

tough enough we do
curious and patient ado
difficulties becomes my boo
and blood is my goo.

I used to talk about love
Like I knew what hell I was talking about
I had all the clichés mastered
My mind made sense of
Nonsensical things
Like, tackling a girl into the snow
and her liking it...
Because it seemed to make sense,
I did it - and it worked

Back when I talked about love like
I knew a thing or two
I would use Crayons to color my best
Staying inside the lines
But love has no lines
I knew so little that I didn’t catch on
A flawless drawing just means
It doesn't have character at all

Now that I talk about love like
a ******* fool
I step on your toes
I laugh a little too loud at
inappropriate things
I respond to your “I’m fine”
With a quiet hug

When you hear someone talking about love,
Like they think they know
What they're talking about
Just give it some time
Once you realize how little you know
You took the first step toward understanding

I hate
The distance
Feels
Like
We're worlds
Apart
And I can't
Find my way home
I miss you
And it hurts
I need you
I worry
When your not
Here to comfort me
I can't wait
To be in your arms again.

I never

Believed in

Forever

But maybe

He'll prove me

Wrong.

I

Can say

A lot

About my

Father

But why

Should I waste

My time

My words

And my effort

On a man

Who only makes

My life

Harder.