Snow floating
Out the window
Obstructs the
Panoramic view
Of the hemlock trees
Like an old time
Television with
Broken rabbit ears
Yet instead of frustration
It breeds wonder

please forgive the slanty line
between the words and common rhyme
It's gotten out of hand, oh man, just sayin'
nothing's worse but what what I mean
a rhyming verse is not obscene
yet hardly worth the birth of notes I'm playin'

better to be out of words
than force the ones you've always heard
and bore you more with punctual partition
set in golden platitude
I'm working on my attitude
a sadder dude would swear he's near Perdition

I try to keep it off the cuff
but sinking low, enough's enough
and just as rough to find a way to end it
not poetic suicide
my own phonetic cuter side
to find the brokenness and try to mend it

thankful for the little things
the corny rhymes and onion rings
the stuff my dad would say to make us smile
that subtle joke, so funny Dad
and gee I miss you, now I'm sad
and hope to see you soon
" Just wait a while".

1.

I know now why the world was sad,
With so much good to make it glad;
Why all things loveliest and best
Have stirred vague sorrows in my breast,
And sweetest days that life has had
Have vexed me with such vast unrest.

2.

I know why I have pined and toiled,
And found all aspirations foiled;
I know why I have gained and spent,
And never learned what riches meant;
I know what lack and loss have spoiled
The treasure of my soul's content.

3.

Like day- dawn on the darkened earth,
Like sun and rain in drought and dearth,
Like spring, that wakens flowers so fast
When barren winter- time is past,
Love, long- deferred, has come to birth —
And I am satisfied at last.

4.

My heart is singing; tears are shed;
I, that was starved, am warmed, and fed —
For love is fire and food and wine,
All comfort earthly and divine.
Now I am living that was dead,
And all that life can give is mine.

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.

And I wish your smile
was meant for me.
I wish
that we'd stare*
into each others
eyes,
knowing that
the reason they
light up,
was because of me;
because of my effort,
the effort that I
try so hard
*to hide.

Trillions of cells that God placed perfectly;
he aligned them to make
you.

I am ever so blessed that he did.

A face that shines of ecstasy:
eyes of calm turquoise seas,
lips that voice truth and affection,
cheekbones that display true joy.
A face that I find simply lovely.

Your hands
(will hopefully)
encase mine.

Though right now,
we are plainly 'friends'.
The painful word that means
not right now, but eventually.
Oh how I do look forward to the future.

These hands are galaxies.
A metaphor of course.
To show that beyond them
there are many stars and planets.
To show that there is something beyond
this mundane clasping of palms.
To show that beyond us,
there are trillions of things that piece us together.

I hope for a future;
no matter how small or large it may be,
as long as it is filled with you and He who brought us together
(and no I'm not talking about Andrew or Kain).

I hope there is an us,
a he and she,
a you and I.

Why bother with a dollar when you can get down in the holler
play in the water with an otter and every other crawler
just like my father, who was half hillbilly half ***** collar
looking at a picture so much smaller, like a backwoods scholar

Youth passed by so fast
please tell me grandfather clock
where does the time go