A waking dream to reflect your memory,
All that I see of my reality,
Your name to another face,
My heart to another place.

In hopes and fantasy I make a home,
To reside in a space I’ve rarely known,
Of love and warmth,
Where smiles roam.

For you I write,
Words from a knife,
Left gently so,
Your somber touch,
I’d always know.

Words from a well,
Left to compel,
What’s left unsaid,
From a dreamer’s head.

And so I sit,
To reminisce,
Forever trapped,
As my penance.

For loving you,
My gentle muse,
Grasping names,
Which fade from view.

They twist and turn,
And laugh away,
These shadows here,
Of yesterday.

To blind me then,
Of simple truths,
I’m chasing names,
I hardly knew.

It seems that time,
Has left a stain,
A passing want,
For yesterday.

It seems love has dulled my rapier sharp wit down to a pen,
And to that end I am grateful,
God bless the angel who made me the man I’ve become.
A walking set of memories with remedies for heartache,
I put my hope in charity cases,
But make no mistake,
My days of being one are done.

God bless the humble heart that fumbled it’s way,
Into the lead part of my yesterday,
God bless the woman I loved,
Who showed me that trying to be enough,
Is sometimes far too much,
God bless her for what she was,
God bless her for who she is.

A friend in need,
A spirit freed,
A lover much,
But just enough,
Never such.

Please Don’t Go..

Dear Mother, please don’t go..

The news has barely had time to set in and already I feel a crescendo of tears raising up to greet me, and every memory I had so neatly tucked away is now blaring out on full display begging me to remember. But I can’t grasp at just one, all I can do is fight to process all the progress that led us here, to this 2/5 chance.

A 2/5 chance cancer might rear its ugly head. A 2/5 chance to end the dance of life and see you dead in the ground, and honestly I’ve seen the impact a minority number can have with a loud enough sound but I’ve never heard one so pronounced as this..so please don’t go.. because I’m not ready to say I’ll miss you..

I’m breaking down,
‘Cause I hear no sound,
Except for the laughter,
that I’m hearing loud.

From memories of you,
And memories of me,
Why can’t they just go,
Now I’m trying to breathe.

I want you to stay,
But I just can’t say,
I don’t want you to go now,
So baby please stay.

I don’t want you to go now,
So baby please stay.

Because the best part of me,
Has always been you,
And I just can’t see,
Myself starting anew.

I always kept quiet,
But here is the truth,
I always kept quiet,
Except around you.

Oh yes I always kept quiet,
Except around you...

Well I hear those accusations,
And I face’em well and true,
Yeah I hear those accusations,
From saints I never knew.

Now I’m not an honest man,
But a caring giving soul,
Said I’m not an honest man,
But years have taken toll.

And I ain’t a very simple man,
At least not the way I was,
No I ain’t a very simple man,
This life is just too much.

So I beg you hold your judgment,
Until the very end,
Said I beg you hold your judgment,
Of my most honest sin.

‘Cause I did the heavy deed,
Dreadful as it were,
Oh yes I did the heavy deed,
But hear me out good sir.

Ain’t a man like me,
Could do what needs be done,
No there ain’t a man like me,
Sittin’ under sun.

The truth is that I killed’em,
And now I face that day,
‘Cause the truth is that I killed’em,
And I don’t feel no shame.

You have to realize I wear my heart on my sleeve and I’ve got a rap sheet of loving scars long enough to cover both arms. so pardon me if I have a thing for tragedy, but my life has enough in it to be a playwright’s masterpiece.

Gods are made of men,
And flimsy things are they,
Just ask Zeus, the king of them,
Or Apollo of the golden ray.

Ask Poseidon, wave ruler for the faithful,
Or Hades, the distant kin of flame,
They’ll tell you then that men are hateful,
And put their faith to shame.

For Gods of men are powerful things,
Ruling rightly so,
Yet live and die in songs we sing,
As our whims will ebb and flow.

Yet just as strong and remembered still,
As those that we now know,
It was not so long since for them we killed,
Yet now they do bow low.

Why is it then that this king won,
And took with him the right,
To dictate men and send a son,
To represent the light?

Passing crown down through the years,
From one king to the next,
Appeasing men through faith and fear,
Until they’re rightly vexed.