Oh Ruth, you left me in a scattering—
I hit the gold foil
and I was gone.

I fell in love with a fake moon
The sun was always in view
But I was swept up in tides
That were man-made

Not of the gods
Not of the inner voice I hear
That I know belongs to spirits

I fell in love with a projection
Of my favorite constellation
I believed in it so much
I forgot about the night sky

Where the answers are written in stars
And if you know how to listen
You can hear them

I fell in love with a lightbulb
I became a flower in a green house
And what I was reaching for
Wasn't the sun

I fell in love with a fake moon

lost in language
I float on the waves of words
in the sea of voices
looking for reality
I'm only the letter
in the alphabet
of life

i will come to you
rich only thus ...
skewered by the troubles of my unfulfilled dreams
irked by my  agrieved imagination
battered by the blows of relentless misfortune
famished by the constant fare of hope and fantasy
driven on by conceit and a crying ego
and that ever fading dream of getting rich and famous
being adored by a queen like you
and flourishing on generous dividends
from long-suffering social and financial investments
i will come to you
like an off-key air that you must moderate
like a breath of ill-wind that you must transform
into a melody of love

Cutter cutter heres your lullaby
Take this knife and slice it away
Cutter cutter it won't be ok
Cutter cutter make me bleed
The voices in your head tell the truth
Cut away the pain its the only way
Cutter cutter you won't be ok
Cutter cutter go deeper
So many scars on her skin
They tell the story of her
Cutter cutter your scars tell you past
Cutter cutter how much longer
One day you might go to deep
Cutter cutter it'll get better
Cutter cutter cut no more

It's like the clouds were down beneath me
Heavy I'd breathe as the wind blew by
Mountains of snow, they're melting so easy
Hitting the ground like the tears that we cried.

And I don't know where I would go
When I can't see behind those trees
So please take me away always
Far away from that one place
Take me away.

She takes the light right out of our sun
Seen from a far off Galaxy
The missing piece to my constellation
Never could see the light in me

I've tried my best to start over friendly
I've tried my best to pass her by
When all of our love is all but ending
Infinite hole in this place I die
In this place I will die

for the hungry
in body, mind and soul
is everybody's business
should be a common goal

"we have ours my poet friend
a special day? indeed...
soup kitchens aplenty
to minister the need"

but the drunkard with his bottle
the druggie with her pipe
may not be all that grateful
may even cuss and gripe

why? you may ask yourself.
it's common. it's not news
let me tell you as a one who knows
i walked in them there shoes
holidays are hard
the addicted have the blues

"they deserve rejection
they are all at fault
they'd pull up their bootstraps
if they were worth their salt!"

but the folks i speak of
have burnt up family. friends.
it is a cycle they can't stop
sans God it never ends

so giving them a dinner
may fill a certain need
but spreading out the Love of God
is an enduring seed

don't talk down to them
if they are ready, share
you'll find they may just listen
and are tired of despair

we do have a burden
we have a heavy load
showing love to the unlovable
where the rubber hits the road

but if i didn't do it
a hypocrite i'd be
that person with the bottle
save God's grace

could be ME.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/23/2015