One day, you will be
gone.
We’ll stumble upon
each other on the street.
But I won’t know
you,
and you won’t know
me.
Maybe I’ll give you a
nod,
and perhaps you’ll say
hello.
As we walk on by,
neither of us will look back.
‘Cause all will be
gone.
When she asks you who
I am,
you’ll say:
«oh, just someone I once knew»
Holding her hand a little
tighter.
Just like that, we will be
gone.
All the fragments of everything
that used to be
alive,
will be washed away,
like patterns
in sand. 
And it will all be
gone.

when you spoke to me,
your words caressed
they sounded like the sea,
washing away the sad imprints left on the shore

but when i spoke to you
my words screamed
they pounded on your door like a murderer
until you gave up
because i demanded to stay on your mind
for far too long

and that must've hurt.

Into the void, waiting to hear anyone else respond other than my own echo.

I love who I am, and I love myself.

I'm just wondering who else loves me too, and who's willing to shout it back.

I looked through my window.
I looked into the sun.
I asked her if the shadows
long to feel her scorching tongue.

walking from A to B,
no this is not geometry,
but it might as well be,
as with your eyes, see,
well what do you see,
unless you live in BC,
you won't see me and
I in turn won't be free,
to see you.

with your eyes, that first glance,
take a risk that is hazard's chance,
don't step closer or bend down,
log it away in your card file brain,
before it is washed away to the drain
or picked up as treasured claim.

use your eyes, with that first glance,
no glossing over, might miss romance,
call it flirtation, or orchestration, you
are the maestro and the other, the ensemble,
well, conduct yourself accordingly but tumble
safely.  

those eyes so beautiful you have, can find words,
to clear the tears off your cheeks with the
new merino wool sweater sleeve and
that intense emotion that has
you locked and loaded as
someone goaded you
again,
and again,
and again, if this was *** that would be fine,
but it is not and your vexed
at how poetry rocks
your world but
also rocks the boat,
whenever you take
the time not to memorize by rote (that would be too staight forward)
take the technology out for a walk,
instgram your photo of your poem and share it on facebook, and
twitter while showing your interest on pinsterest, how is that *******
working out for you?,
or dot those eyes and cross your teas,
take ink or graphite, and write about
your sorrows, your joys, your day, your dreams,
what you saw,what you thought saw, like a puddy cat,
you did, you did and that Bugs me I forgot the color or was
                 it just me and invisible over there?
You get conflict, at that first glance at your notepad,
or keyboard or mumble "I need to write this down,
before I forget".  That first glance you take, all else fades to black,
                                                          ­                 until you write.



©DWE012014

shut it down, shut it down,
but it will not,
try on a bed, one pillow under your head
                                                            ­       not two,
how about a cot,
                          no naps on the spot,
                                                           a glass of warm milk or two,
warm water won't make you ill what if
a warm shower instead,
                                      a routine, hour by hour,
                                                           ­                until it is that time to stop,
stop caffeine, after two in the afternoon,
read Moby **** or War and Peace, be with you as you rest,
maybe eat earlier instead of late, no deserts after eight PM,
praying may help, read a Holy Book with time to listen to God
for your soul or physical stretching too, failing all that,
systematic muscle relaxation from toes and feet
                           up through each muscle group
                           to the eyes and face then fall asleep,
                           clench the muscle full, then halfway
I know I am repeating my self,
this is indigestion for the lack of digestion of what I said before,
count sheep,
count rocks.
count horn beeps,
try electrical shocks (with your doctors approval),
oh did I forget medication (ditto see your doctor),
left side, right side or back side,
change the bed direction,
or how about a quiet music selection,
less video screens, I am not even talking games,
phones and tablets are to blame,
tap your chest over your heart, in time, in beat
breathe so that the emphasis is on emptying out,
the lungs will on automatic refill themselves,
dust your room, empty shelves (before bedtime)
warm the bed or have *** instead,
write out a to do list so when you
sleep you won't lose what is
important to you,
like sleep.


©DWE012014

You might put the past behind you,
but even when the sun is on your back
you can still feel it's heat.