See how my passion scared away the snow
See how winter forgot all she had known
the same way I leave myself
and cling to you
oh the things we do...
& don't do
for love
Can't you feel the soft whisper of my forgiveness
is it drowned out by other curiosity
I am warm when the season says be cold
I am cool when the heat of pressure is vast and overwhelming
It will be a warm winter
there will be laughter in the morning
the kind that tickles you inside
makes your breathing change
and kisses in the afternoon
the ones that you get lost in
quiet moments of nothing
that mean everything
this will be a warm winter
God has blessed me too much
to think a little love is enough
There will be warmth this winter

I still stretch like a cat in the morning
Holding the breath of my last dream
inhaling the thoughts of my next one
You never meet me there.

I stumble to the kicthen
Wash my hands
& fry my eggs sunnyside up
You never meet me there.

I place my favortie coffee mug upon the counter
Fill it with rich, smooth, bold,  black coffee
let the creamer sweeten it as I open the blinds
You never meet me there.

Your absence is a noisy silence
When my heart yearns for you
It beats like an Orchestra
I don't know where you've gone
I do know my Mothers patience
Beyond a virtue
Is more like Celeste
Either she believes she'll see you again
Or you've never left

I cry sometimes
More often then I should
it doesn't get any easier
You never meet me there.

I reminisce sometimes
Not as often as I should
there's a peace in my past
I cannot leave you there.

You are my Father
You did your job
Above average is your middle name
Greatly was your first
& the last you left behind for us, Love
Greatly Above Average Love
You set a standard
You are my latest
Greatest
Inspiration
A million Thank You's I never gave
A billion hugs I can no longer give
When I make it to the deepest corners of my heart
I am confident
You will meet me there! <3

I feel strong
Light & airy
I want to love
Be loved

Most days...

My dreams are far away
I marvel at the galaxy of my ambition
I am an astronaut of success
Gravity just holds me hostage

Most Days...

I am a mess
I am uP
I am dOwn
I am...

Most Days...
Poetry doesn't visit me
Then days like today
The one's I love the most
It makes a call to my soul
Like an old friend
Like a favorite book
& I cherish each word I hear
or read
or see
Most Days I forget to remember that I am great
Today isn't one of those days <3

& There she was
the subtle reflection without a mirror
quiet
kept
reserved
strong
my soul sister
with words to offer me
that once choked my esteem
silencing the bull horn full of my insecurities
you are enough
you always have been
you always will be
& the second I tried to question the truth
it spilled out and over me like rushing water
cleansing me of the layers
piled up
from years of laying underneath potential
I can breathe here
above expectations
amongst my faith
I know that life is worth living here
I know because I've felt the air thin
Like rustling paper in a silent classroom
I've been too embarrassed to be seen
too unsure to be viewed
but you
my sister
you ignited the fight in me
stretched my smile  
like turtlenecks over the heads of school age children
more protection then fashion statement
I remember now
That my words pulled the same tears
from my face
from the eyes of strangers
trying not to be seen
in crowds across the world
sitting
while I stood on stage
& stripped myself of all the ill feelings
all the dark nights
and bright moments
short lived
I will never forget why I chose love
why I can't settle for less
than
more
then
a reason to live
I don't know you
yet I'm familiar with me
I, you, we... &
S.H.E

for all the times your words cloaked my fear
like a fresh coat of snow in Nov
on a morning when school had been canceled
and you made magic mini waffles
and let me pretend my hot chocolate was coffee

this is where I start to tell you that you're beautiful
that I'll never forget how they laid themselves at our doorstep
wanting to be your husband
wishing they were my father
how their diamonds and pearls
never quite shined bright enough for you
how the memory of my father
was sunlight
starlight
moonlight
first star you saw at night
how you wished
for him
and on him
for me...

this is where I remind you that you're special
that every kid thinks there Mom is great
but many adults forfeit that thought at this age

this is where I confess
I may still have the spirit of my adolescent innocence
when it comes to you
I just might still believe you're superwoman
that you can fly
see through walls
and hear me from miles away

this is where I say I love you
for making all my dreams come true
through the sacrifice of your life

this is where I thank you
for putting me first
for being an example
for  not letting the world have me
keeping my influence good
and leading me in the right direction

this is where I say I'm sorry
that I can't make life any easier yet
that your bills aren't in my name
that the debt of raising a family by yourself
is one too big for my budget

this is where I promise
that I will bring you flowers
before I am Married
After I am a Mom
and for the rest of my life
not for any reason except
they're the first thing earth ever offered me
that made me as happy as your smile
planted deeply in your southern roots
I dont know how you stay so gentle in this rigid world
I only know you are worth more then any words

This is where I try to  stop writing
because words will never really be good enough
its hard to describe the beauty of another realm
when you only know this one
my language is limited here
I dont know the notes to sing
the melody of your love
keeps me alive
keeps me dancing
while the whole world is still

This is where I say I love you Mom
from the deepest parts of me
forever and a day
love your baby girl ;-)
xoxo

You're probably reading this from the same place I'm writing it
behind a desk
outside the box
trapped in a corporation
free in my thoughts

You're probably reading this for the same reason I'm writing it
because words matter
because it doesn't matter
the way everything matters

You're probably sick of reading
probably
yet we are hardly anything more than what can be proven
we're probably
the invention before probability

The loving  likelihoods of life
like crawling before walking
like falling when learning to walk
like walking into runs

The statistics of confusion
divided for the mystical equation
of adding all things make believe
subtracting all things real
and solving you for yourself

You've got to be a collection of seasons
Nothing else falls
Springs
or shines like summer

You have been cold
Not like winter
Cold like media reported deaths
without justice, just destruction

I have hung my head low for you
Like October branches
Given you the pleasure of seeing me fall
Like leaves

Where is the water hole
My tears won’t help Mays flowers grow
Their pedals will wilt
Under the pressure of my confident incapability

Mistake not my expression for hate
You have given me the gift of words
Everyday this month
Tomorrow I will give them back to you silently

It isn't wise to keep things that can't be kept
No one bottles the sun
or wraps the wind
or expects flowers to live after being plucked from the ground

You have made me press pen to paper
Keys to keyboard
To tell the story
Not of how we met but how we prolonged a very necessary  goodbye

She's like deliquescent caramel,

the cool side of a pillow

        to lay your weary head,

subtleties of springtime &

          warmth in wintertide,

whispering hope upon lush  

        Zephyrus pipe dreams,  

    mellifluous nymph with wings

                 of a butterfly warrior,

softly determined,

    unfailingly true-hearted,

       whilst relentlessly ferocious

  Wise, yet sometimes struts

        blindly in the light,

       as dulcet tones of a cello's

           melodious marmalade

            in sentiment's tender fancy,

she's beauty, charm,

         knowledge, poetry,

               utter strength,

               & humane weaknesses,

she's twisted and ethereal,

           her aura sublimely captivating

     you may covet her body,

            you'll never possess her soul

smiling, frowning & laughing
all just passing
along the route, along their way
crossing sidewalks & bricks unpaved
the business man and his loafers
two lovers
4children joking
1 old man
3new workers
most are happy
some are hurting
others hunting, seeking looking to connect
the wanders wandered as if they knew what was next
a puddle caught a laugh
the rain made it echo
the business woman in the Porsche
splashed the business fellow
the hipster chick giggled
that in his suit he wiggled
just like a duck minus the feathers
however, the homeless man without shelter
nodded on in silent agreement that he was well put together
oh the places we could go
the things we could see
the people that we'd meet
hello hello there faces in the street