She is made up of words that not anyone can understand;
Her mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache,
And her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless.
She is the prettiest song,
The perfect sonnet,
The most meaningful haiku,
And the longest novel.
It takes a while to read her,
Seconds to love her,
And a lifetime to forger her.

I will not love you

Again for another five years
Unless you make a commitment
My needs, your wants,
your passionless approach said only
one thing…you are still living in a fool paradise
What does any man need after the age of 60?
His retirement plan or his servility

You were my missing piece
but I was just a spare part
You were my safe haven
but I was just a roof over your head
You are my everything
now and back then
but I was just a thing you needed
every now and then
Maybe next time I'll read the fine print

I wanted to write something marvelous, something so beautiful it would make you stay.
An ocean of words rushed through my brain
But none of them could create a sentence that was good enough.
I wanted to steal your shoes, just to walk in them and feel what you feel.
I wanted to give you the chills
But you're already so cold that I freeze just thinking of lying next to you again.

Days and nights are blending
into sunsets and dawns
life's not about life anymore
(at least not to us pawns)
Is there an understanding
we've forgotten to seek?
A connection within ourselves
waking from our sleep

We've programmed our defenses
to react -- to attack
to believe blindly in a cause
we sacrifice to defend
Where is our compassion
for the leniency of truth?
When knowledge never ends...
can a belief be complete?
And, can perfection exist
without the search for clarity?
041101~12.02a

3:36 AM
Close the door quietly
You're looking out the window like a flower to the sun
Silent enough to hear the esoteric whispers between mountains
We left our souls on the pavement
And our essence on each other

I find the quiet scratch of pen on paper to be soothing.
My thoughts flow more easily from my pen than they do my mouth.
It is impossible to articulate emotions into words.
How can you describe the indescribable?
There is a need there, a desperate hunger.
Not to keep you in my life, but to make you happy.

Whatever the cost.

You are one ment for greatness.
People like you need the chance to change the world.

And you will.

Of this there is no doubt in my mind.
People like you give people like me someone to look up to.
A standard for which I am constantly striving.

And maybe one day we will sit down across from each other and smile.
For we will both have accomplished so much.

Maybe one day you can be happy again.
Maybe one day I will stop hurting.

Why not today?

Why not now?

The future is terrifying and it is most certainly not set.
But one day at a time, we can handle it.
We can only live in the moment we have right now.

Let's love it.

Cherish it.

And make it the greatest moment of our lives.

Then maybe one day,

We can be whole again.

of all the days
and timing too
you're no longer
the man i knew
it takes a while
they it's true
to process life
to pass it through
the brain is such
a funny thing
forgotten song
but tries to sing
you do not cease
to inspire me
your needs will
never tire me
although different
and sad to see
you'll always be
Dad to me