The coast shakes
quakes
falls to crumbles.
People cry
over those who die,
souls stolen
in the wake of earth's destruction.

Alas
love pulls us together,
replanting roots unbroken;
we begin this life anew.

But.

Lucky are the soulless
who've left this world unseen
as it's my single skeleton
that lingers under me
(I was your last act)
(a tragedy scene).

In the wake of your destruction
I'm ***** and unclean,
And because of this,
I shall know no other end,
than to hopelessly exist ---
as there's
no reconstruction.
no humanity.

his heart gave way
to the present ghosts of past
inexplicably brought forth-
but never again
shall he be conquered.
he merges as one with Earth.

you woke with a fright
to find you were not sleeping
the lies, you're lonely, it's filth
is seeping
into open wounds unmended

pack your bags
you're leaving
to where you do not know
but does it matter?
you say anywhere is more than this,

tell me you'll call when ready
call when you've found your own

I see my older sister cry and I know it isn't fair,
I would take back the words,
                     words you couldn't bear.
I'd say it ain't your fault
but ya stepped up to the plate
without a momma to love
and a daddy to hate.

Such an independent woman but you're lonely and you're hurt
-Takin' care of a man who be turning other skirts-
So this is my pledge, I promise today,
I'll look out for my owns,
don't waste your worry my way.

Sure sweet thang
I'll love you.
But only for today.
I'll put you on your feet,
let Daddy show you the way.
Tonight come home with me,
or you'll learn quick little girl
the love men want ain't free.

But soon after the sun is up
and the shield of night is gone,
you'll find you've learned too much,
and I'll be moving on.

Love,
Jon

When I was a child,
I learned quite young
That most of our actions
are what the above
call "sins"
(direct orders from the Lord).

Young at 22
I learn how to fly.
Escape my reality
(and deem the needle worthy),
I brace for the rush-

but then

my mind stutters, my heart flutters.
I see my father cry

-Nothing could've taken away that high.

And grown at 31
I lie in this bed
and look at the woman
whose head
rests naked on my pillow.
Do I pack up and leave?
Should I wash my hands clean?

But again I fall to temptations,
succumb to sensations,
that shake their beliefs free from my core.

Ma and Pa spit words
of hell and sin
but my oh my,
and much to their chagrin,
my sins make me happier than I've ever been.

I sit and I ponder -
I delve quite deep -
What life, is up yonder?
What is possession? Who do we keep

in our hearts? Or more to the point -
Who do we leave?

I'd imagine heaven is crowded
(well I'd hope at least)
so of course there's a limit on
the guests you bring? "Oh God please

reconsider! I have many I love,
so may I ask one wish?
One wish for above?
Let me bring my poor mother,
my sisters, my friends,
but above all Lord,
please make room for my best fish Fred!"