If there's been a lifetime
Where I've had to fight
For my God given right to be sane,
Then this must be it.
It's a lifetime that contains within it
A constant silver lining.

It's not because I've suffered
That that should hinder me.
The clean-up just takes more time.
More persistence and faith
To wash the dirt off my worn hands.

And as I gaze out of the window
Of the large office building
Which somehow stumbled
On to my winding path,
I see cranes and constructions.
Humanity's lego blocks,
Reflections of our deepest selves.

I smile and come to realise
Somehow, this view
Looks much like myself...
Always building, never giving up
Always on the look out
For better solutions and structures.
It must have been
Humanities gift to me...

The orange winter sun
Caresses this view
And with it
It caresses my broken hands.

After all this time, I still look for your name
You will never leave my thoughts, no matter the pain
I honestly wish you knew what you'd done
But it's okay for you, you've up and gone
I wish I could tell you what you meant to me
But hey, who cares, you'll never see
The hurt I still feel, the tears I've shed
The heartbreak that still lingers, how much I've bled
You'll never know, and you'll never care
That if you needed me now, I'd be right there
But you've forgotten me, and all we went through
And I wish I didn't, but deep down, I still love you....

Winding roads and one-way traffic
Heading to a poetry reading,
rounding every turn
like a metaphor
emerges from a idea.
Passing  headlights
squinted eyelids,
Ditchweed on the roadsides
lay flat and brown
on icelandic mudbeds.
Driving through a bare, tree-lit tunnel,
a library smiles off in the distance.
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Standing behind a podium
ready to send my words off
to sneak into a listener's mind
like a Trojan Horse,
let them deploy an army of sword-less warriors
ready for action.
A perpendicular sequence of events
reveal new paths on an old map.
On the road again,
back home,
the sunrise in my rearview mirror
reaches my imagination.

Tell me.
What to you do when your in Love?
So in Love.
Like your eyes finally matched up with that other person you expected to be with-
that person you thought you would always meet?
He's a gentleman,
and I could not agree more with the way that he smiles.
He's perfection. He is life-
my new reason for eating and breathing.
I'm in Love!
So in Love.
I dream in Love and wake in Love.
He's with me in the mountains
and in the starts.
And when I gaze up
there you are!
In my minds eye
he's just there
staring
right down
back at me.
He's the trees
and in the snow
all my hopes
he's all I know.

Though my Lover doesn't Love me.
Oh my Love
I'll let him go.