I wonder, when John Hancock
signed the Declaration,
if he could feel time pulling apart
then back together,
taking the shape
of his America.

I wonder, when Lincoln
felt the cold bullet
enter the curls of his hair,
if he had enjoyed the play.

I wonder, when ****’s
burned ownerless toys
and 80-year marriage rings,
if they were shaken
by the screams of thousands.

I wonder, when the sailor
kissed that nurse
when the war had been won,
if he thought about bombs
or her soft lips.

I keep waiting for a punchline to a joke told before I was born
           When everyone had their *own problems.
     Some of them I inherited
                But not happily
  
       I can hear echoes even now, the build up, the relaxed but uneasy tenseness before the drop of the curtain, the reveal.....
      And then,
                                  nothing.

          **Cricke­ts.

I have seen lonely places
But where do broken hearts go?
Do they look for home?
But where do broken hearts go
If home is where they just came from?

So where do broken hearts go?
Do they find somewhere new out there?
Or are they too broke to even care?

Where do broken hearts go?
Do they wait to meet another broken heart
So together they could make a start?

Oh where do broken hearts go?
I wish I do know
Where I'm going.

If you were broken, and i had the parts to fix you
i would work on you both night and day
but, i'm afraid the parts that i use would mix you
and take the best parts of you away

She is a constellation brought to life
Carved greek marble with a pulse running through her throat
Her tongue is clad with silver
Her hair shines bright as a sparrow’s feather
But when she bleeds
And oh, how she bleeds
Her blood runs red as any other’s

There are demons in this world, you see
Who know it’s easy for me
To mistake her smile for a sunrise
Spectors who seek to destroy such light
For who in the world is more beautiful that she?

I’d bind her heart with mine
To save her from the world’s spite
I’d breathe life into her lungs as if they were my own
Because no monster is as fearsome
As a world deprived of her grace
No beast could be as brutal
As a day without her heartbeat
For she is love, laughter, and goodness untainted
The dawn that rises radiantly
Over every day and daunting night

The weight of a thousand days presses down upon my head and on my heart. But it is too late. I have already committed myself to life.

I want to live forever...why? I wish I could remember.
All the while the weight of a thousand days presses down upon my head and on my heart.

I am tired and in despair, but there are no tears.
I have already committed myself to life.

I look for today and hope that it is strong enough, for the weight of a thousand days pressing down upon my head; and on my heart.

the sunset never stopped.
it dropped down and
hit the horizon with flaming colors.
it rippled across the ocean
and purled into the white sand
and tickled my feet.

and the cold- it made me feel
*never-ending