At least it was springtime
I whisper to myself as he eases into the unknown
Such a strong man, a quiet man
My grandfather no longer suffering
Another gentle soul these hands have helped
Continue on this journey of "being"
No longer human
Scattered amongst the in between
You are loved
You will be missed
Rest in Peace

I know they say you're like Harley.
That's because you're ****, fun, crazy!
You're scandalous, sassy, in charge.
But
They don't think about Joker,
When they say that.
They don't say you're like the Joker's girlfriend
Sidekick
Thing.

They say you're like Harley.

You're badass and spunky and full of energy.
Daring and inspiring and loving too.
You've got such a big heart.

But you don't need to be Harley, to be like Harley.

Your role model is a great one.
Always, always be you.
Keep your idol in your heart.
But don't steal her boyfriend.

That's her man
To be mean to her
Who she pines after
Who she cries over.

Don't steal her life,
Because her life seriously *****.
You can be like Harley,
And still be you.

Being like Harley is pretty cool
Being you is the coolest.

Somedays this whole
that I don't feel
is like a hole
that needs filling.
An empty space
that won't let go.
Another place I find
myself in that's growing old.
But that's the highway
talking, because
if I was a walking
man I would have gone
home a long time ago.

what we had is lost and gone,
I choose gratitude instead of bitterness.

the love we had could quickly turn into
resentment, fear and anger.

for our daughter's sake and for my own serenity,
I choose to practice love and tolerance.

I am choosing to be grateful for what we shared,
and present to the life created out of that love.

just for today, I embrace it all. the pain, joy, tears and laughter.

I mourn the loss of our marriage,
but love remains.

A man waiting on someone to die
drinks another cup, sighs
and looks at his watch, the face
everyone rememembers
for its twitch and drooping eye,
always running, always losing
a second, an hour, sometimes a day,
a year on the wrist of the dead.

He’d only a shadow to dance with,
And this sundial of sorts
Could only count the loneliness;
Never once,
Could it cup the “empty.”

He’d known that momma was gone,
Daddy, only a sliver of the man ‘fore,
And his first steps were his own;
Never once,
Would the sky render sympathy.

He wanted the sea, to slouch, to sleep,
To wash upon shores, “away,”
But was awarded one sister and in abandon,
Never once,
Would he spot a star the same.

I run in the wake of my High King
Swept along by the waves of his grace
Each step is a bound
As I climb up the mountain on the road that leads to his place

I bask in the glory of my Lord
Weighed down by the weight of his love
Each breath is a milestone as I fly on the clouds to the city of his up above

I rest in the peace of my Father
Lulled by the song of his calm
Each verse is a kiss from his beautiful lips as he carries me home in his arms

In the midst of human chaos
we might seek out the beauty
of celestial love.
Can I get an Amen?
A-MEN!

In the midst of celestial love
we might glimpse the power
of the unconquerable human spirit.
Can I get an Awe-women?
AWE-WOMAN!

In the midst of human spirit
we perceive the tenderness
of the eternal human soul.
Can I get an Aww-men?
AWW-MEN!

In the midst of the human soul
we might find jealousy and hatred,
the sources of human conflicts.
Can I get an Ahh-men?
Ahh.  Men.

In the midst of human conflicts
we might find the love and soul
to disagree in harmony.

Can I get an A-men?

i'm not half the man
that i pretend to be
don't look behind the curtain
to the left of me

that's where i hold control
of the things i do and say
to the hidden truth
that's far to much to give away

would you still hang with me
or would this relationship
come abruptly to an end

wouldn't it be easier
if i were just me
not somebody else  
that i pretend to be

if i don't like the fact
of who it is i am
i should change my tact
come up with a different plan

i think perhaps all of this
would be less of a mess
if the curtain to the left
i would open it

(haiku)

He's fire, red flames on
Incinerating bridges
To my distant past