many hearts are broken
as the song softly plays
inside each decimated soul
is a small part that prays

Take away the heartache
that tears this heart apart
leaving just a small piece
in which it may restart

Restart what?

Another life full of anguish
as Love sits behind the wheel
of an overgrown carriage
Careening across another barren field?

Just don't let me feel

Take the keys from numb hands
a back seat is the preference
for those that have lost
all sense, all will, all fight
any thought of difference
laying facing up on cracked leather
from the front seat comes snide

Are you enjoying the ride?

Out the window is blackness
a blur of trees, a sign,
another bridge crossed
another state line

Never were you mine

Weeping for the distance spent
to forget, yet total remembrance
negated the dry eyes that spell

my demise

Sitting on the side of the road
taking over the wheel
White knuckled from the years
it's not just how I feel

It's how things feel

to me

the tears fall

*gently

I am*
the Turtle
that pulls its head in
just for somewhere to rest

the Ostrich
with head in the sand
at the first sign
of protest

the Sloth
slovenly sitting
unbiasedly
in whatever tree
that holds me

A dolphin, a whale
a rhinoceroses
without fail
disappearing
from those who hunt me

Extinction is a four letter word
but it's inevitable, you see?

Because I'm all them, but not
I occupy the same Universe but
I forgot, there are creatures
less fortunate than me

Often  like them, I'm hunted
for the colour of my skin,
for my difference of opinion
admired to the point of deadliness
But existence is my only sin
It's difficult to be me
Where do I begin?

Autumn sips from Winters cup
Swallowing deeply of the breeze
Last leaf trembling has had enough
Releasing itself from yonder trees

Expelled upon the bleaching earth
It's colour is an obscene attractant
To note that which will die at birth
Bleeds into pale as its exactment

It screams 'oh colour me red/gold from death
to succour barren earth in the hours I dream
return my memories before I was colourless
until once again, my true colours  are seen

Adventuress my life comes,  with a price
Courageously I recolour a score more than thrice

It's not the fact that
everytime I open Hello Poetry
I have to open a new tab
on my computer screen
to a dictionary
No Sirree

It's not the fact that
I come back to read them
Six, Seven, infinity times
and always wonder
Could that be me?
They are sooo easy
(of course it's me)

It's not the fact that
He makes me think thoughts
that should have been sleeping
throughout my whole human phase
bringing up ideas that are better left
when we are prepared to retire
to the stars, I think he's part Mage

It's not his witticism, completely admired
It's not his heroism, completely tried
It's not his ability to not be able to deflect
It's his ability to be able to unashamedly connect

But no one will ever hate you for that... if there is anyone here who can't understand the same, don't hate the player, hate the game

I watched a video once
about a song competition
Where artists were invited
to send their masterpieces in
The winner to be recorded
for eternal prosperity
because even if the world
Hated it, it would still be out there

Obviously in this technical age
many online videos arrived
what they didn't expect was the envelope
that cost less then a dollar to mail
it held their interest without fail

Fred was 94 years old
and he'd written a song
for his wife, his sweet Lorraine
neatly hand written and mailed
he had nothing he wanted to gain
Just to tell these people
of his sweet Lorraine

75 years they shared a love
that would most of us shame
the year of the the competition
He lost his sweet Lorraine
and even though he couldn't compare
to the incredible musical talent out there
The music studio visited Fred
and said
We also love your sweet Lorraine
and we want her to live, for you, again

And they wrote the music to Fred's words
and sat with him as he listened
as his old heavy eyes glistened
he just nodded and said
Yep

What makes me cry
is this emotion called Love
While joyous moments are undeniable
the lows must be spoken of
I'm more afraid than ever
of the deep abiding Love
I share with other half of my soul
the one who truly knows me
the only one that will really care
Then when I go before him
his heart will shatter
but Love will still beat
with nobody left to share it with
and only memories in retreat

So yeah, Love makes me sad, makes me cry and I'll always be afraid of it, even as I own it

At the end of seven minutes
What will remain?
Hopefully not
an empty page
I'll test these glorious minutes
as if the end if my soul
is nigh
and try
To live to the fullest
I leave with a dry eye
an burbling well
of unused thoughts
a special little piece
of me
That I never thought
I could wrap with any sort
of decorum
Leaving it under the seat
of a well trafficked forum
Just a little surprise
to light someone's eyes
Just a tiny thought
plucked from so many
*Desire the world
claim your own little part
insider your heart
and never let any
deny your pleasure
For what we all treasure
is something that lives
inside us that is our very own
Our own little piece of the world
Where we can be some one

Steel bites, nips with pain
Ruby tears spill, painting eyes
silver, like cold rain