I see myself
Years down the road
My hair thin
Just as my fathers is now
Just as my grandfathers was back then

I see it clearly
White as snow
How the realization falls on me
That only in that time will I know
The meaning of true tiredness
The weariness of aging eyes
Which have seen the full duration of life

And looking out
From here inside
I realize that within my skin
A younger man will always reside

Even if my glasses one-day need frames
Or my love passes away before my eyes
Or something along those lines

I will probably write forever and always
Throughout every hour
Of the day and night
Because once the mind is awake and alive
It cannot stop perusing what is right

How I see it clearly
In this moment know
That the white which rests atop my head
Will not forever be of snow

You are sunlight alive for an instant
A clear reflection found
In the crystal spray off the gulf of Mexico

Your eyes cutting waves deep
Like rudder and hull

Your hair in the breeze
Like the rigging and sails alive

And you all a smile on starboard edge
Perched atop this blue world
You live and atop the cresting waves, fly

She was a sailor

The waitress asks what will it be
And I respond with quite ease
No dish or side this time for me
But a cup of tea if you would please

Though graciously she does agree
That half past two is time for tea
She soon returns with what I need
A cup of tea if you would please

A purple *** she sets by me
With spoon to stir the boiling tea
I calmly raise my cup to thee
To a cup of tea if you would please

As wisps of steam drift up with ease
The rolling in my tum decrees
This chai delight empowers me
A cup of tea if you would please

No sugar will I ever need
To taste the apple and the seed
The spice of life which sets me free
Just a cup of tea if you would please

Now comes my check it's time to leave
And the bottom of my cup I see
One final sip to go with me
A cup of tea if you would please

-SS

It's the aching sting
At the back of my neck
Near the base of my mind
The opposite
Of all those days
Spent warm
And strong
In the summer sun
Alive, in step
I sat cold with my coat
Awash in January mist
And sore as this
May be far away
Though it's hard to look past
This thrive-less time
Back to Summers warmth
Sublime
Return to me, please
Most kind
Return to me

It’s NOT that life is NOT worth living, without big ideals
It’s JUST that some are JUST unawares

Of the difference between the oceans and the seas
Yet they swim still

In the channel of being
Creating endless, watery, memories

Curvature
Bending like the Willow frame
Waving at me
Like the friendly greeting of a winding lane
All the while knowing
That it's not even your sound which calls to me
No
It's just the winds of life
Whistling through the outstretched trees
Grasping at experiences which have yet to come
But in time will be
With all of the sounds and windings of a meadow stream
Your curvature and me

Orbital sending
Flying peregrines sailing
On the winds of wish
And beneath the clouds of hope
Your laces catch the air fine

Sit
Remove all cares
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Cut free the ties
Of prior strings
The jagged becoming of nothing
Which you were
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Becoming more
Of everything
Of all that is right
And just of being
Straight and narrow
Clean and keen
In this nothing chair
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Sit
Breathe again
The breath of escape
And cut my hair

Remember when a woman’s walk
Her poise and chance
And most importantly, her ability to dance
Is what drew her outline and intrigued
Every able bodied man
Single or not
To look at her
To wish to offer her a hand
And yet as I am
An able bodied modern man
I hate who I am
Not because I can, but because I cannot dance
Half so well as I like to think I can
But perhaps…
Under the right circumstances
If I could see the shooting star before it descends
And ultimately lands
I would possibly
Almost definitely
Try and practice dancing again

For someone who looks so fervently
A sonnet in the sky
You penned for me
Daughter nature
And trust me
Your mother has nothing on you
In this moment you have all of my eyes

When your hand reaches, grasping mine
It's like I'm pulled through the ice on the pond my own imagination

With fingers waking
I fall from the clouds without landing
And return to the wandering desertless streams

Until you squeeze again
I forget who I am

You are
Like cloud
And water
In the breeze

Like stray fodder
You lift
And float
And love
And hover above
The blocking sun
At ease

Until rain
Or snowfall
Or dew
Does fall

You are
As nothing
And yet something
As all

A dither of doubt
Doesn't do justice to this

To the self inflicted wound of how

Carved out like wood
And collapsed like stone

The engraving is known
And read often aloud
To a mind bent on listening
To such wavering doubts

Stars burn far as sands
From head to foot underneath
And the moon looks down
In earnest reverie at
The wonder of why we ****

Reteach me the lesson
Not greatest of all
But most pertinent to me
Which dissolves all resentment
Teach me that of contentment

Sometimes it’s alright to let nice people be nice
To leave your preconceived notions by the side of the road
To let your pride slowly die
In a shallow grave alone

Sometimes it’s alright
To not voice your most negative feeling heard
Or to be so insufferable
And upset at the world
  
Just as in time you may find
That unassuming and kind
Is even easier still
When you do not your worst

Have you tried?
Are you aware?
Or have you already made up your mind?
To be this same old insufferable version of worst

Inbound thought.
Outbound prayer.
Are you well?
Are you versed?

Dear May
Check your memos
Your voicemail and fax
Because it feels like April today
And it's a full twelve days
Since your sister has supposedly
"Gone away"

With keenest shine and subtle glance
Such chaos between depth and height
His sheen a reflective mirrors pass
Her shadows crashing with shallow bite
Like light splashed sparingly on a neck
Or an elegant hand outstretched in white
Within watery muse she finds each night
A bit of herself reflected in his Atlantic eyes

Dear rainstorm you are most comfortably mine
Like the only thing I truly own in this world
You fall without effort and land with ease
You represent the way of falling in which I should be
Direct, inline, yet flexible
Fearless and fast whilst in between the earth and sky
Like a middle ground which quickly descends into inevitability
So my life is as short as a rainstorm in the summertime
But I will crack my thunder and lightning each night
To illumliminate the sky for a time
Just for a moment on this earth
I'll shine most bright

When you ask or beg saying "please never leave"

Let it not be out of fear or weakness

But out of a desire to have no such other eternity

The coolness of night
Which purses my eyes
From far till the dawn of day
And when I stumble at night
It remakes me anew
And I breathe with both the dew and the old
Yes, I breathe with both the dew and the old

The power of the mind is not eternal
It is not fixed, but it is fickle and it will unwind in due time

But for the betterment of others
For the expression of the self
And for all things good, most honest, pure and kind

For these things my son develop the power of your mind
That way your body, heart and head may align

You’re right about that
There's no turning back
Once you’ve taken your eyes off this good track

Yet in light of that
How I love to drive
And to think aloud until my quiet thoughts talk back

About the process of understand things
Like how my mind survives
And my soul will ultimately outlast

Which is why in life, my fleeting friend
You should always keep your eyes on track
So that one day you’ll smile when you look back

Don’t frown
When death is all around my friends
Smile instead
Because all who are going have already gone
And all which held meaning
Was not necessarily meant for long
So smile in time spent within the song
Because you are part of the Ilúvatar
The grandest crescendo of creative sound
To which any one of us beings could've ever belonged or been found
Now harmonize by the light within
For you are the essence of those once gone
Stand still and sing your hearts first song

I'm SAD today
But don't ask WHY
It's about my PAST
Best let it DIE

Debt is a weight upon my chest,
Which pulls me back into the depths of consciousness.
Like an undertow of unwanted stress.
Be it car, or loan, or home, it's debt,
Which remind me of what I've done best,
Which is guess that the money I've chose to invest,
Is the money which put my name top of the test.
In a classroom I sit and assess my progress with the rest,
Who all just like myself put their names top the test.
In my car which I drive I feel like I’ve progressed,
When in truth plastic cards might just leave me a mess.
In a house with my wife one day I will recess,  
Even when the bank owns my own years to invest.
What is best, who decides how much our children invest?
In their future, their savings, their sheer happiness?
Is it just them or us?
Have we taken such tests?
What is best?
An experience?
Because those we possess.
Heck I have them myself when I'm home and half dressed.
In the kitchen at midnight, that's where I invest best.
But I digress.
Flip the desk.
Now I'm the one giving the test.
I'm a grown man, a graduate, what will I tell the rest,
Of the youth of tomorrow who are looking for zest?
What is best?
Don't ask me.
I was never one for tests.
Although yes I have used, this instrument known as debt.
The results can be devastating, if you don’t know what’s best.

Words can only start
To quench such a rampant thirst
For these thoughts of yours

Mistress of the cliffs
With eyes like lighting
And the rolling thunderous waves crashing down
Just beneath her fingertips

She is Demelza
The Goddess of solidarity and steadfastness

The epitome of emphasis
And the truth behind every last belmaidens wish

Which is of course…
To return to the fields of idleness
Of former youth

To thresh the wheat and kick the chaff
And to walk the surface of the earth
With a joy forgetting the hardships
And the toils of the fast

And so each day
She trudges her way
Though the dark and dull abyss
Until she reaches her new task
And sets herself to another height
For she was born to be mistress of the cliffs

To deny the curving turn of the earth
Is to deny your own subconscious depth
Your reasoning, wave and subtle worth

You catch in my throat
Like a prayer which hurts the most
And a song remembered from the very first note

All of nothing and of something and of wishes and of woes

You see right though
And yet without want for his perfect timing
I find
That we both in unison say no

His eyes implied, as he placed his hand on the windowsill, same as mine.
Just resting on the other side of a sheet of glass.
Much stood between the two of us.
Though back in time there was no distance which could separate our minds.
Once torn away, how did my pain reflect the same, inside and out?
How did our moment slip away like the quiet night?
My attempts in vain to remove the stain of the sacred heart.
His departing train which waivers in the snows embrace.
And bears my hopes for us away, into the dawn. Into the garish light of day.
I wait for him in the station stained with falling snow.
Until the time has stripped away the bitter cold.
And only memory remains, to find my hand and gently hold.

For she must have a more patient heart than me
To tolerate her friend as such
And to wait this long to be trusted so
But I cannot wait
I cannot walk
When no progress avails itself to me
And so I must go

Walking down a road
Without a sight in sight
Isn't knowing
It's trusting

That at the end of it all
When it all has fallen
That it was worth the walk
Because if not I'd fall

I want the back of your head
I want the smell of your hair
I dream of it
Or so I've been
Asleep for many years
With arms in shape
But not for me
But to carry the weight
To preserve the strength
To ensure the future of our family
For this desire
For this my soul weeps
And my arm ache
I want you more than I want me