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I have learned
     through rigorous study

the delicate and necessary

     art
          of
making the best of a bad situation
The hands dove into my chest
and took hold
of my heart.
Gently cradling
the mutilation
letting the red
ooze and drip.
The frantic fingers
massaged with a
rhythym
that came naturally
from
years of practice.
Now is the time
to replace
to refill.
To make my
rejuvenated root
beat
to its own
drum.
You chose the bottle over me for 27 years

You won’t get that chance again

He makes my body want
…….

to break
He blew in on what appeared to be a gentle breeze. Little did either detect the tsunami that was to follow. He brought Oz trailing behind him. Everything turned technicolor when he tipped his hat. Each blink revealed that twinkle in his eye and the flash when he grinned was contagious.
In Oz the sun is warmer, the rain gentler, the sleep sounder. In Oz the words that come easily unfold without effort but everything can be said with only a look and a sigh or even a touch.
He isn't aware of his departure,  disappearing as fluidly as he first appeared with the technicolor cape billowing and folding in on itself. Like he has jumped into a black hole ....or....he finally found the magic to make that carpet  fly like we always joked about........only he's just returned to the emerald city (not really (-; ) Bright  lights beam in that emerald city while I remain in the black and white version of Oz
I know, the Oz metaphor is a little trite but fits so perfectly.
Wanting to be *******

With winding ropes

Woven on your loom
This heart belongs to me
I
am
the
only
one
who
can
protect
it
He speaks with words
that exude
some sort of
false
exhaltation
Pretend adoration
for
all the years of
us.
No longer
can I trust
as I feel blindly
in the
emotional dark
I find myself
dwelling in.
sweet angel
oh how you've grown
the stars in your eyes remind me
that beauty still lives in this world
happy birthday angel of mine
She floated in by accident
appeared a gentle creature
until she revealed her
true nature.
I held her hand
when the doc said
it's cancer.
"You are such a good friend"
she said.
I visited her
prone in her bendable bed
when the doc said
"I think we got it all."
"I can't believe you came."
she said.
The lonliness and fear
evident.
Those wings
Those spots
Those ample curving lines
camouflage
for her sinister plan.
I thought I was protecting her
when I allowed her
into my heart
into my home.
She moved in when she
abandoned her children
because she hated her life.
I thought I was a refuge.
Only later
did I discover that
I was a target.
She didn't want me to
nurture her back to health
to return to her own family.
She wanted to replace me in mine.
She wanted what she couldn't have.
She
defines
Betrayal.
She
defines
Corrupt.
She
is
the
reason
for
Hearts of Darkness.
This is what happens when you open yourself to friendship with a twisted and sick person.  They try to destroy your life....and my mistake was to bend over backwards for her and allow it to happen.  Lesson learned the hardest way.  Funny thing is she got mad at me when I confided in her that he was cheating on me...guess she didn't appreciate being a cheated on cheater...must've shattered her illusion that she was somebody special.
I stand in the corner of the room
my gaze resting on scattered piles
worn denim
softest of soft t-shirts
the open closet door offers a display
of no longer needed
suits and ties.
The dresser drawers have been emptied.
Still a smattering of personal objects
strewn as if they don't know
he won't be back to slide on the
ring and watchband.
Time no longer exists for these possessions
until a new somebody
searches for treasure and takes them as their own.
These things constructed of
threads
hooks
silver and gold
paper and ink
a physical representation of a man
but his legacy is not
located here
in this room
in these things.
He lives on in beating hearts
missed everyday with the reminders
strewn about.
Deconstruction of an entire life displayed in piles of stuff....still missing him.
Soul searching
Surprising catalyst provokes
thoughtful reflection of
what is and
never was
He is here and there and
Everywhere
Inside me I find I am
lost inside me I find
I am lost
Inside me I find
You
Him
I
am
lost
Over the top and
Under the surface
Where have I gone
The reflection in the
mirror and his eyes
is
Unrecognizable.
I am lost.
Searching for my soul.
I have to
     forget to remember
You

and

Remember
      to forget
the rest
Miss you forever ...happy birthday Dad
The dog chasing its tail
The cat who thinks it found a friend in the reflection in the glass
Deluded
Nothing but pity
(And maybe a little disgust)
For those who who believe they know so much
there is no gesture so profound .....
At 2:20 a.m.
Sometimes it's hard to see
Both sides of the story
Thick with irony

My bright blonde boy is
   scared of that
   one low roll of rumble
Thunder reminds me
   of his vulnerability
The pitter patter
   of the rain
   keeps time
As I trudge up and down the stairs
   to tuck
   and reassure
He won't need me forever

At 4:22 a.m.
The creaks and groans
Of an aging home
Amplify
My lucid dreams
Danger all around me
In my subconscious scape

On the edge of
   half-awake
   dark shadows
   rouse me
Too alert now
   wandering from room to room
   checking the locks
My fortress is secure

The pitter patter
   of the rain
   a sweet refrain
A rousing
endorsement
for
marriage ....

good luck
I see the fool standing there
as though she is separate
from me

The one who allowed you to
drink away my dreams
The one who provided you the
hatchet that
hacked my heart
The one who
turned a blind eye
from your shrouded truth

You hid  behind that waterfall
and
acid spray now eats my flesh

There's the unintended damage
you scar and scorch my earth
the erosion and desolation
obvious to
you
and
them
I always told you I wore them
because of my eye surgeries
the light hurts my eyes
I said
truth is
I didn’t want you to see
the sadness
I still don’t
I've lost my looking glass
The last connection I had to me
Now the lonliness digs in deep
That I kept at bay
Can't help but wonder ....
Could I have done something
Differently
So I could still be me?
Many have brought their ugliness into my life making every image I see distorted and sometimes heinous. This mirror reflected only the beautiful things. I will miss it...
It's much easier
to miss me
when you're not missing
someone else.
Oh dc
it appears you have been rendered
speechless
that's alright
Hon'
you don't have anything of value
to say
anyway
The aroma of curry
The taste of Thai
those lingering feasts of shrimp pad as you tasted me with your eyes
Perhaps a clove
Black as night
******* you could always do it right
Any song with a driving beat
your rhythms never failed to turn up the heat
The hot hot sun
Splashing cool water following a dive in your lake
my nails on your  back leaving marks as I rake
Green eyes (like emeralds) that twinkle and shine
and a vigorous........laugh
after your breathless plea...be mine
Face time phone time
Endless texting away
keeping me posted every single day
The distinct  scent of pine
Wafting up from my gin
that so-very-determined set of your chin
Gum chewing-oh that can take me so far
Always a pack of spearmint in the car
never stopped you from tasting me so deep and so hard

Seems as though I stay on the yellow brick road
Aching for Oz
But I've lost my way, my map, my carpet that flies
Still taking my trips
Behind the lids of my eyes
Travel is limitless without the confines of reality
Take your journey
I'll take mine

I pour my energy into ignoring

You, yours into denial
Your arrival
the period on the sentence
family
Angel
of mine
9 years ago-my gift
healing:

verb (used with object)
1. to make healthy, whole, or sound; restore to health; free from ailment.
2. to bring to an end or conclusion, as conflicts between people or groups, usually with the strong implication of restoring former amity; settle; reconcile: They tried to heal the rift between them but were unsuccessful.  
3. to free from evil; cleanse; purify: to heal the soul.  

verb (used without object)
4. to effect a cure.
5. (of a wound, broken bone, etc.) to become whole or sound; mend; get well (often followed by up  or over  ).




reconciliation:


verb (used with object), rec·on·ciled, rec·on·cil·ing.  
1. to cause (a person) to accept or be resigned to something not desired: He was reconciled to his fate.  
2. to win over to friendliness; cause to become amicable: to reconcile hostile persons.  
3. to compose or settle (a quarrel, dispute, etc.).
4. to bring into agreement or harmony; make compatible or consistent: to reconcile differing statements; to reconcile accounts.  
5. to reconsecrate (a desecrated church, cemetery, etc.).


The task
painful and cumbersome
is to decide
if both can be.
man child of mine
Too soon for your broken heart
or hers
Or Mine
Love will persist
divine in its being

Trust

Breathe

Be
You went from my little boy with hugs and laughter and curiosity to a stranger in what felt like overnight.

Every second of my life
Gone in a flash
Lost

lost
Lost
so easy to forget
for those who do not
feel deeply
for those who cannot
extract empathy
for those who are so
self absorbed
for those stuck
in infancy
for those wielding all the
sharp objects
for those delivering
every stab
so easy to remember
with the constant reminders
open wounds
bandages
scars
and that shiny blade
sliding in and out
I will press on and try to view the world as a safe place through the eyes of my beautiful and amazing children.
Where did that
Path go
And
Who changed the
Course?
Collecting the lashes of lustful living
Still the shadow of the welts discernible on my thighs
But it's the ones not visible to your wandering eyes
The gashes on my
mind
The lacerations on my
heart
Still bleed
Still a mess to clean up everyday
Still a disaster to ignore
The elephant in the room has found a friend and I'm pushed up against the wall trapped  
What could I cut off to escape
This crevasse I've fallen (or was pushed) into?
Abba " knowing me knowing you " strums on my iPod
"Breaking up is never easy to do" the refrain while I try to absorb
"This time were through". How does the device know...?....followed by "down in it" (NIN) and seasoned with a little PJ Harvey. Wow...tough walk this morn!
I have to get over you
but
I’d rather be under you
you say I saved you
brought you back to life
you, my awakening
I would like to appear flirtatious without meaning any disrespect....I am so very envious of your wife. Happy life.
no
no
apologies**


what's mine is mine
He married twice
     once to her
     once to me
He married twice
     once to her
     once to her
I married once
     so says that faded piece of paper
     kept in a safe all these years

My heart knows
I've never been wed
Never been
     loved, honored, cherished
like all those hers out there
like I deserved to be
hurts when those you love are with another
so many she's
the strains of sickness
hoping to stave off the  
infectious bacteria
and avoid the noxious
contagions
they didn't care if they spread
Beware ....the monsters you couldn't quite believe in  do exist....they'll take your gifts and then gluttonously take even more
I dreamt about you
my senses enslaved by your
scent
still a combo of coppertone and spearmint
touch
commanding
taste
salty surprise
sound
the purr that rumbles from the back of your throat
and yes, even
sight
*eyes still a-twinkle
It's amazing what the body remembers...
You’ll never be my beacon

just a misdirected map
in the night sky

the light house
that draws me
is
fixed firmly in the east

my sun rise
is never
my sun set
Baby
I know how you like it.....

Settling for the saccharine sweet.

Well,
You'll never get any better than
Sugar.

The real deal

Raw
Pure
and
Rare.
Anything less leaves you so unsatisfied.....You must be so hungry.....
when they come to me in a dream
(offering promises of carnal delight)
“you and me
we should probably just let it be”
I agree
but it shouldn’t feel
this good
this fine
this free
just to be with you
even in a figment of my imagination
and then I said
“I have to go“
feeling the absence
slowly seep
as I ascend
a rocky stair
without turning back
certain you are still there
Two

Four

Six

Eight

How

Many

Losses

Does

It

Take

?

Husband

Friend

Lover

Friend­

Self-respect

Trust

Safety

Heart

I

Think

I've

Figured

It­

Out
I was ready to have kids

I was not ready to have adults
as I returned from the grocery store
tonight
I thought I saw you
that impossible to miss enormous ***
treading downhill
with a man's haircut
happily
or not
I was mistaken
I love the idea of certain people left out in the cold.....where they belong. I'm sure it has come to feel like home.
on me

I
want
you
everywhere

in me
HBD BAM
My thirst is
quenched,
for the moment
your heartbreak
-a balm-
on the wounds
wrought by you,
the burns of
your malice
swollen, all these years,
softening
with the knowing
of your heartbreak
Your loss, your pain, my analgesia
I remember that morning
Your sprawl next to me
Your face obscured by the pillows
Too many pillows to count
Scattered across that too big bed
While we occupied only the prime real estate
Center stage
Tracing a line
down your spine
Thinking
For this moment
This is mine
Suddenly over you roll
Your eyes intent and locked on me
We gravitate into each others' space
I could feel the magnetic pull
Arms twined
Legs vined
Torsos pulled so tightly together
That I swore
For a moment
We occupied the same sphere
I passed through you
You passed through me
I achingly loosened my hold
It felt as though each rib popped free
Taking you on your journey
Next to and far away from me
I feel the healing
every moment
I breathe this air
the wind chime
soundtrack
punctuated by the chainsaw drone
wood smoke
floating on the gentle gusts
soul
search
feels like peace
Random images
Floating through my dream
Slapped with all the things that
Scare me
Out of my skin
Even my subconscious
Doesn't let me rest,
feel safe.

Haunted with visions

Giant hairy spiders

Dusty shadowy rooms in my grandparents old house
A place I haven't stepped into for nearly  twenty years
but can still smell

An unexpected face to face
In a familiar place-the marina
with extras

I watch you reach out to shake his hand and
Mercifully
Wake
Coppertone
spearmint
sweat

(that tastes of gin)

Brewed and bottled
under the bar lights
What kind of creature

can

     rise

from these ashes?
Carpet of copper needles showing the path to paradise

I did it for me

But I was thinking of you
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