No words,

No inspiration,

No pain,

No desperation.




I sit still so long

My skin turns cold.

And I try to remember

The days of old.




My stomach growls

When it's lunch time,

Reaching into my pocket

I take out a dime.




What can it buy?

Nothing.

What I feel inside?

Nothing.




People walk by

They nod at me.

I copy the gesture

And they let me be.




But then he walked in.

Asking questions,

Making suggestions,

Drawing me in...




His warmth reached my heart

And everything melted away.

When I thought it was over,

He promised he would stay.




My mind is still a blank page

Because I don't know who I am.

There is still no words or

Inspiration, or pain or desperation.




But there is HIM.

and to me,

Insignificant me...

He is everything.

My dear friend,

There's no answer in those bottles
Or those false bravados
There's truth in cliche mottos
But those answers are hollow
Unlike those pills you swallow
Because you're chronically suicidal
With no contrary to guide you
And no lover to confide to
So you'll just cram it all in a note in the hotel room they find you
Now you're only living through all the strangers you were kind to
The family that stood beside you
The hell you dragged their mind through
The lovers you had lied to
The crafts that you had fine tuned
The dark past behind you
And whatever state your mind looms now

I have the honor to be your obedient servant,
M. Whit

"Sit up dear."
"Do not frown!"
"Cross your legs
And wear a gown"

So many rules
in how to be a girl.
I Just want to play
and learn to do a twirl.

But "Yes mama"
Is all I ever say,
I owe her too much
And by gosh I will repay.

Anything to see her eyes sparkle
With that hint of pride,
Because just as she claims me
I claim her as mine.

We have our differences
But we love each other all the same
If given the choice we would
Take on even each other's pain.

I Love you mama,
and I always will.
Even if when you were angry
Your stare gave me chills.

At least I think twice
before I make a mistake.
What would mama say
If I ate the whole cake?

Haha, I won't
But sure wish I could.
Don't want mama angry
That would do me no good!

I do believe that you fell in love,
With yourself most likely.
But at least I acknowledge it,
So I still smile brightly.

It seem to upset you...
my ability to move on.
But you never cared for me
In that sense you have won.

You've won my heart
Which clearly wasn't enough.
So when you left, though it hurt,
It made me a bit more... tough.

Two months out of the year
Children have unlimited fun
The beach is a bit crowded
As families bathe under the sun.

But happiness is ever present
That's pretty hard to ignore.
Then comes first day of school
And we long for just one more...

Day of Summer

I was sad  so sad
To see you go
Sad to hear
That whistle blow

I saw you sadly to the train
Knowing I'd never see you again

Another Lost love
Another Lost love
No farewell kiss
No tender hug
Just a heart of pain
And a waiting train

Lost Love Lost Love
Love Lost Lost Love

We hadn't long together
We changed just like the weather

As your train speeds away
There's nothing more to say

Another Lost love
Another Lost love
No farewell kiss
No tender hug
Just a heart of pain
And a waiting train

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere. UK  2017.

We are so different I could even say,
That I am night and he is day.

If I pick north he will pick south.
Who in here knows what I'm talking 'bout?

But love is a game we like to play,
So when I try to leave he makes me stay.

From time to time though, there's an eclipse
And we both agree that life is a bliss.

This life - this game- we like to play
Sometimes it end, but begin right away.

We will never let each other go
Because each other is what we live for.