Theres the girl at the bookstore
Always smiles
Makes small talk
Asks with a wink if I need help finding anything
I think the word "courage"
But never say anything but
"No thank you"
And then the waitress at the restaurant
Who has never waited on my table
But constantly stops by
To refill my coffee
Ask polite questions
Give subtle compliments
Hovers for a few minutes
And then saunters away
And the coffee shop girl
Who said she just had to say
How pleasant it was that
I was always smiling
Which I tried to tell her
Was certainly not true
But lost my voice at the time
And she still hasn't allowed
Me to pay for a single cup of coffee
Each one attractive
In their own hypnotic way
Their smile and lips
All worthy of verse
But if I am to die of any
Of the unseen maladies
Surely it will be by shyness
Quit and alone
But lacking the quality
And kindness of loneliness
Solitude is a tranquility
That has its own
Peaceful addiction

The Past
is just that
Past
Move on

The father knew it as soon
as his son walked in
it was his first broken heart
and it had been torn thin

so the father followed after
stomping feet and slamming doors
this was the big one the one
that shakes young men to their cores

The father entered
and dropped to his knees
it's time I tell you son
about the birds and the bees

Heart break like this is normal
but a love like yours was pure
even though you will have many
of this one's meaning I know you're sure

love, real love, is everything
it is a cataclysmic spastic
smattering of everything you held true
suffocating as if you were asthmatic

It's not that love is hard
it shouldn't be
in fact that's how I knew
your mother was the one for me

but somethings aren't meant to be
so when it came time for the power's that be
that took her away from me
the falsehood of love was clear to me

love as if you'll die tomorrow
because you might as well should
because a life without love is silly
stupid, and no good

When the blood turns to pain
When the words disappear
When the day can't be long
And the night must be dark

When the moon turns to wane
And the world turns its back
When the stars start to die
And the stairs lead to hell

When the root turns to stone
When the bone turns to dust
When the fire that burns
Leaves everything ash

When the sky turns to grey
When the shine turns to rain
When the sun turns to darkness
And all life is death

When the root turns to stone
When the root turns to stone

I will still be alive
With love in my heart for you

.

I look for the truth
as I follow deception
Seek happiness
neath the darkest of skies
Whistle a tune
when my last breath is leaving
Accept the pain
as the mourning dove cries

Call out your name
when the echoes defeat me
Stand on my mark
while I’m pushed to the side
Harbor my strength
in a weakened dimension
Live everyday
when it feels I have died

Chasing a dream
that is still running faster
Lost in the scene
fading farther from sight
Penning a poem
with hope you will read it
Sending some love
in the words that I write

Then if I see
I have made your life better
Squinting my eyes
in your bright smile’s glow
I’ll walk away
as a teardrop is falling
With a goodbye
that I wish was hello