I am faceless here
As is she, and him
Them, yes
Faceless as well.

Safe.

We've all arrived
In this place
Of written introductions
Contemplating, pondering
perusing, as we like
Inner workings
and frustrations
Laced in subtle sums
to soundless the equivalent
Like Shouting
or crying out

Need driving every one
Of we the authors,
The critics, or
the fans unknown

We contribute at leisure
Following kindred
and awe-inspiring gifted
We are Meeting
through simple likes

Those of us
The frequent sorts
I find, you may
or may not
Agree as I do
Feel that we meet
the writer
Faceless as we are
these similar others
On personal hidden levels
Not shown to the world
Of faced people,
of the sources
That spur some
words to come
I meet amazing people
Through this magic
of language
And to they, to you all

thank you.

For the lack of your company
I am...






Without.

Three corners wrapped against
Weathered and pressure treated
Elevated antique communication
Faded paper starts to tear free
One corner in the breeze
So faintly my profile sun leached
Some ages and several squalls
That picture of me older even
I wonder if they came out
Lining up scanning earth, open ranges
Do they swim still, down murky
Are there secrets anonymously
Lost now, how do they feel
They gave up I am still not home
Inwardly they've mornef and moved
Life is to each our only found
Please before this wind takes me
Say a prayer for me, and look around
I was missed, taken, lost forgotten
Now just this page, is left of me

Before I acknowledge
This vessel, these surroundings
From within, this vantage
Resting comfortably
upon a pillow
I take measure, this life
So pours forth my gratitude
In concert the steady cadence
This heart, filled in love
Joy and those dearest
As I simply breathe
And appreciate
Another day ahead of me.

This must be quick
*****, and from the need

I am selfish this way
Stealing these moments

Though brief,
I am not falling into line

Instead tapping out a message

T...H...E...R...E...
I...S...
M...O...R...E...
T...O...
L...I...F...E...

That said, this must end
Time to get to work

Or else...

Sweet bitterness is this recollection

I am hurting in countless ways

Outwardly this shell I witness
Has begun it's declining dive

To depth of self loathing deep

Knowing that I am alone

Still it is my own sadness

I hold on to even here at the end

The precipice I hesitate in aching

Mourning over my choices

Over you