Losing you
before you died
was almost as hard
as saying goodbye

almost

when logic & reason
slipped the knot
& your beautiful mind
was left to rot

the fading in
and fading out
your stellar confidence
now scattered with doubt

your light would flicker
a dwindling flame
deep blue eyes searching
but still losing my name

it went on like this
bleeding out hope each day
fleeting lucidity until
all bright faded away

your crystal blue eyes
still lovely but now dulled
death room waiting agony
as your life slowly annulled

I miss you still deeply
after all these years
& the pain you suffered
still draws gnarled tears

©J.C.

If the world were to end tomorrow
It would be more than a decade
since I last saw you
I guess blood isn't thicker than water

we are all either a son or a daughter

have you ever thought of me kindly
or is it still all misgivings
at past sins unknown
no kindness & no forgiven quarter

we are all either a son or a daughter

I remember when as young siblings
how we still liked one another
you were my champion
before we laid it all to slaughter

we are all either a son or a daughter

the passage of time leads us nowhere
so these words laid bare on the line
be like feathers on air
tears dissolving as salt does in water

we are all either a son or a daughter


©J.C.

They say you can never
know
Precisely what it is that you no

The car ran on and on and
on three wheels
Wasn't sure on how many
pills

I stared at the palm of my
hand
My future looked so **** ******

The confidence was all spent
Time I moved on and
went

I stood on the corner ,
warmer
Thinking about times , stoner

They say you can never
no
Now I just wouldn't
know

I sometimes wonder life out loud
How in the world will this work out
The hectic turns it seems to take
The never learn from past mistakes

Showing up and showing out
Far too many times to count
In this I know I’m not alone
Confused at times to where I’m going

Yet things seem to work out right
On this fact you can bet it life
There is no need to be afraid
God works in mysterious ways

I more often take the winding path
Instead of the one straight ahead
Although it takes me twice as long
God gets me to where I’m going

I move in ways I think are right
Later on is when I find
Things that I try on my own
More often than not turn out wrong

It’s not long before I find out
Life itself turns back around
What more can one sinner say
But that God works in mysterious ways

I was born
my place to serve
The train of my robe
ended before my
back would curve

I had many wings of endurance
Still I covered my eyes
for rest assurance

Four out of six
for adoration
One mustn't forget
ones place of separation

The whole hosts
was more than a dream
Every nuance well thought
out down to the minutest scheme

Divine by all measure
No encapsulation here
Long after creation
the truth will appear

Now that you’re gone
my scars are like beautiful tattoos.
Going with me forever.



Shell✨🐚