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God, you've got those eyes
I ******* hate those eyes
The way they hold mine
The way they know me
Trace me

You've got those eyes
That see more than I want them to
You've got eyes that know me
You've got eyes that scare me
Light up when they see me
I ******* hate those eyes
The greatest woman I have known in my entire life,
With kind words,
Open arms,
And prayers,
For me,
She has balanced so much strife.

So strong and caring,
I cannot believe god could let her die,
But some times,
I think god just likes to see me cry.

I know she's old,
But timeless,
She is one of the few pillars of my life,
That still hold me up,
She keeps me in her thoughts,
In her heart and her prayers,
Keeps me on many levels from deaths fateful burn,
But still,
The world turns,
And I cant bear the thought,
Of her being naught,
Of her going to god,
And leaving her family,
Of her leaving me.

Most of my life,
She was the only one I could count on,
The ONLY person who has always been there,
The only one who ALWAYS cared,

I could call her after years of running around,
When I'm so low,
That I feel six feet under ground,
She doesn't need to know,
She just wants to say hello,
That she (and God) love me,
And to know that I'm still here,
And still being a decent guy,
That I'm raising my kids right,
And teaching them of God,
That I'm fighting the good Fight.

For her,
I don't need to do anything but be,
She is okay with me being me.

I know that Someday,
God will take her home,
But that is Someday,
Not now,
Now is not okay.
God cannot take her to where I cannot at least phone!
Too far away!

Too hard to live,
Knowing that she cannot be there for me,
That she goes to see my Grandpa and Dad,
That she dances into Eternity.

Too hard to bear,
A world without that little old lady,
With an amazing amount of Love,
Life,
And with Such CARE.

Dear Lord,
Let her hold on,
If only just for me.
So I can come visit,
To say  I love you,
And to show her that I did it right,
Finally,
And show her my wonderful Family.

Please.
i've never been
particularly good
at writing happy poetry.
i write at three in the morning -
if i were happy,
i would be sleeping.

and you ask me
why everything i write
is on tear stained pages,
filled with loaded statements,
references no one will understand -
it's because at three in the morning,
my brain is drenched in caffein
and leftover insomnia,
so i don't care
what anyone thinks -

especially you.
woke up at six with a headache -
somehow it seems appropriate
i slept for three hours and
i dreamed about shrinking

i was eventually so small,
i was battling roaches with a
toothpick sword -
floating across puddle ponds
in a nutshell
i heard that there's a movie like that.
it doesn't have a happy ending.
There is no definitive moment,
No epiphany or revelation
When a child makes the leap to adulthood -
When a child becomes accustomed to death.
Thoughts of fear and mourning vaporize
Replaced by acceptance of "the way things are"
When it is easier to break the neck
Of a dove with a broken wing
Than it is to hold it close in comfort
And wish for it to fly.
I wear my strength as a badge of honor on my chest
Shining it with spit, because that's what tough guys do
I stand tall and march with confidence,
Staring down my enemies,
Grinning inwardly when they shy away

And then there are those that sneer at me,
Try to pluck the badge from my chest
Because I am not worthy of it,
Not capable of strength
Since I do not really stand tall, only average,
Since I am a woman, and we should be modest
We should leave it to the men.

So I wear this badge of honor,
Always carrying something to prove
Longing for respect from ones who should be my equals -
They don't realize that the extra weight
Will only make me stronger.
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