I look at her and see anger
A wall built up screaming Danger

She draws me in and pushes me away
But when we hug there's nothing to say

It's like a never awakening slumber
I try not to let her bury me 6 feet under

But her pain and hatred makes me wonder
Why someone would hurt a beautiful dove?

One who used to be filled with happiness and so much love
But I can feel her sadness coming. Makes me cry

Her hate sends men running for their lives

What makes me want her so much?

Simply just the softness of her touch.

For the first time in my life,I've decided to see.
Not see with just my eyes,I mean look beyond with my ears and my heart.
I'll listen in the morning when I wake up,I'll drown out the sound of my alarm clock.
I'll listen when I'm having a shower,carefully hearing the sound of the water drop.
I'll listen as I fry some eggs and toast some bread.
I'll listen for things that lay beyond the surface.
And when I get outside for the fresh morning air.I'll listen too the wind,the birds,the dogs,I'll listen to life.

I want to see her blink
I want to feel the touch
The seaming of her skin
Hand in hand, its clutch.

The texture of her hair
Between my finger tips
Your words in my ear
The magnetism, your lips

Billions of years before we're here,
when Adam only had Eve to hold so dear
with the gardens so green, and the skies so clear
things were perfect, there was nothing to smear.

As the years go by, the buildings got higher
more concrete we see, trees are no longer together
our selfishness we feed, and we no longer bother,
oh Mother Earth, what have we done to Her?

Maybe one day when we lose everything,
(in fact now, do we still have anything?)
we'll learn how to appreciate something so charming,
and get back to the days where it wasn't alarming.

I stare as they carry her out
She had been fighting, suffering
for so long
it was only a matter of time

I can only mourn for so long
as I continue on with my ever losing job
I turn to walk as the cat crawls out of her room

The next day, the old man
who used to call me by his daughter's name
passes after his favorite time of day,
4 o'clock
when the sun just begins to grow tired
and the wind picks up
with night's righteous fall

I pray a short prayer for the man who thought I was his
I turn to continue on with my ever losing job
as the cat rubs against my leg

The next day there is a visitor
room 303
there is yelling and harsh words
thrown back and fourth
and when the visitor leaves
there is silence
complete silence

I plead to the Lord that the visit will heal from this loss
if it were a loss.
I turn to carry on with my ever losing job
as the cat jumps in my way
and hisses

The next day is peaceful
there is no commotion
and no emergency calls

It is closing time for my ever losing job
I turn to leave my office
and the cat sits in my threshold
unblinking,
staring at me