They fall on me as I sleep
Their faces born from memory
Climb out the encroaching darkness.
How many nights have I dreamt of them
Of the words I would say,
Yet I only say, "you should not be here."
But they never reply,
They are shrouded by silence.
Their eyes, they are alive though,
Moonlit inquests drawing the tide
Asking, pleading without words.
But they don't speak
So is it me that is asking
The cud of that question
Is it me that asks not to wake?

Late hour ,
Underneath many stars ,
She drove her car
out of the city

The buzz
and the rush
turn'd her fuzz'd
that she could take no more

She was passing tiny towns
singing loudly old songs
on the road empty
driving fast ,far away .

Left the town without a phone
just useful and important possession
To be all alone on her own
To be free from all her boundaries

She had no map in hand
but she will not halt the car till dawn
something that will feel like home
A place of rest and calm .

When I come home at night
I lock my doors
and draw my shades
like an allegory of something
long forgotten that itches
six inches deep
I turn my old radio on
and a song is sung
like a toothache
from sometime in the past
I set another place at the table
don't ask me why
for the same reason there are
no longer any shotguns
or guitars in my house
but there is lotion for my hands
each blister another
bloodshot moon
my yawn a blessing in disguise
I search the bookshelves
I built from lumber
from the tumbled down barn
I read books the dead light
their stoves with
and some that howl
like a pine on a ridge
and all these maps
these photographs
I wasted nails on
when they hung on the wall
but I'm tired of mending
all the small holes
so I leave them there
open and empty
to remind me where
the heart goes.

I remember it in colour
A lurid confetti of moments
Made of every possible hue
Most were blown westward
But still I kept a few.

Paper has a fate, like ours
As colour soon turns to dust
Yet we strive to return the lustre
And try again we must.

So we notice fresh new colours
As we paint another sky
Redrawing all those hours
Which went flashing by.

I spray my sun a stagnant yellow
And drown the horizon in doleful blue
But the picture is as imperfect
As my memories of you.

I'm giving God the go ahead
To pull off layers in my life
All the ones that gunk me up
I've accumulated over time

The first one that he pulls on
Hurts but it's my pride
All because I think that it's
The easiest to find

The next one that he yanks at
Is my stingy layer of self
The one that thinks about only me
And leaves out everyone else

While it hurts to lose these layers
They're ones I can do without
That's when I hear the small whisper
Making me wonder what God's found now

The one I'm holding tight to
As anyone can plainly see
The very one I hate to lose
That would be my layer of greed

When that painful episode
Is finally lying in the dust
Here's God with a knowing nod
Pulling at my lust

As he knows this layer sometimes
Gets itself confused with love
God struggles with nothing
And believe me my layers are mighty tough

He also takes the envy
And rips it in his hands
Replacing in my heart and head
I'm happy for what they have

With each layer that God peals
I feel a freer man
Why do I so long tightly hold on
To all of this I can

I see this year will be a year
Of God pealing layers off
I know in the end it will be a win
And well worth any cost

What they say is true. Your heart truly never molds back into the sunlight it use to be. Now it's the moon.

Every little film you use to love you can't watch anymore. He ruined it for you....

Or your favorite song. He loved it too. So you never torture your ears into listening to that tune.

You can't bring up his name with out a little trickle of pain.

But
Your
Okay
It
Was
Just
The
Name
Of
The
Game.

I fell in love with the words you spoke. Delicately lying to me. You probably believed it for a little bit too.

The first couple months were great,
The last couple  were good.

Your feelings kept on getting weaker while mine were stronger. But you never would have noticed. Cause your blind of devotion.

I still think about you everyday. You aren't the same. You don't even remember my name.

How could I be so lost,
In a place I know so well?
How could I be so broken,
In a family so together?
How could I be so lonely,
Surrounded by so many?
How could I be so unhappy,
Surrounded by such beauty?
How could I be me,
When even I remain a mystery?

The bruises, the scars
The ones that will never heal
She grew up thinking that's how you need to feel

This little girl
Not sure about life
Cut after cut
Those took her life...

Tears come as she leaves this world
"So young, So happy" For all they know
Beaten in her mind as a child
Not loved all her life


Oh wait that's my life...

"Goodbye dad" I had to say
A few months ago on this very day
I'll remember the good times and try not to be sad
But saying goodbye still hurts so ******* bad

I miss you more then I can express
My love for you will never ever grow less
I keep trying to imagine how I will go on
I realize tomorrow is another **** dawn

I know you're in heaven above
Looking down on us with all your love
Only to whisper in our ears
"Remember that I'll never stopped loving you dear"

I'll always remember the good times we had
Remember the man, my wonderful dad
I'll remember you each and every day
And if I need to talk to you, I'll just sit down and pray

Soon we'll be together again
To talk about all the places we've been
Until the time I'll always treasure
Having you for a dad was such a great pleasure