Mirror, Mirror on my wall
You never answer when I call

I stand here with a blank hollow stare,
wondering why you never ask nor even care.

Alone my thoughts provoke, every bad decision,
every mistake, each incision
that I start to  c
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                                       k
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Mirror, mirror on my wall you never write you never call
Leaving me here alone in this reflective hall.

I speak and smile to your face.
You lay your hand on my hard glass case,
hoping that doubt and fear
one day you will chase.

Mirror, mirror its hard to say
but you were my only friend that stayed
and now you too have gone away.

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g,
falling from my wall
I clearly see you reflect [no]thing...
n o t h i n g.... at all.

I saw the first leaf of Autumn and couldn't help but think...
Is a tree grateful for its leaves when its got 'em?
Does a tree miss its leaf when it falls? 
Does cry when when it calls "that one, that one there was my favorite."? 
Does it slouch, staring at the ground, heart breaking with each pound? 
Does it count them as they fall?
Does it even miss them at all? 
Does it say 45...46...47...
I know if I were a tree...
my leaves would be a taste of heaven
Sweet shade in the blistering heat
Such colors, I would be so neat
I would hold you tight
pushing away any fright of...
The Fall
I would never let you leave,
never let you be shaken
My sweet leaf, you are mistaken if you think that you don't matter
Without you this tree would not clatter 
What is a tree without its splendor, what is a branch if it has no grandeur
If you my leaf should you fall, then I would stand here nothing more than a beaten... tired rag doll
If you are gone then my branches, my trunk would be in a orchard of loneliness...sunk.

If I were a superhero and had any power in the world
I would have...
Super Speed, anything you need I could be there in a FLASH!
No second thought...no maybe or not, I would be there super fast.

Though, that's too obvious.

No, I would pick...
Super Hearing, that would be my choice, I would tune it ONLY to your voice
and know the moment you were in distress. That would be good I guess...

No, not that either.

I would pick...
Super Flight, so that every night I could take you to the stars (though the air might be tight)
it would be super right.

No.
I would pick...
Super Linguist, so I can speak every word, noun and verb into your ear in a feeble attempt to dry up each tear.

No, I would pick time travel  and go to the moment you were first sad.
I would have super vision to see you on the days you are glad.
Telepathy to know how you feel.
Super strength to move ANY mountain... when you need healed.  

Forgive me for this, it may be a bit extreme.
What you need is not a superhero by anyway shape or means ...what you need is a hug.

Yes, that's it!
If I were a superhero and had any power in the world...it would be Super Hug.
I would hug you so tight till all doubt has left your mind every night.
I would hold you in my arms till you knew your worth.
No, I can't save the Earth with a hug, I can't change everyone's life with my embrace.

But just in case ...I will start with you, I will hug you regardless.
In my arms your petite body will be cocooned till the sun turns in to the moon.
I will hold your neck while you head rests on my chest.
I will put in CHECK... every thought, pain and neglect with the only power, enchantment and medicine that I posses...
My hug.

I am learning to appreciate the little things

Like waking up every morning and pouring a bowl of frosted mini wheats.
As my fat-free milk soaks every fiber of that shredded wheat; I am grateful to sit at the table where I can eat by the plateful. 

I'm learning to appreciate the little things

Like when small drops of rain fall from the sky and land on the inside lenses of my glasses
and I have to take them off so I can wipe them clean. I look to see what remains to be seen but everything is just a blur, so I am thankful for those small drops of rain to remind me again that these things on my face I choose to ignore help me to see the beauty of life's ongoing shore. 

I'm learning to appreciate the little things

Like coffee grounds and the water molecules that pass through them to brew me the perfect cup.
Or light switches, picture frames,
and carpet, batteries, paint,
and the local farmers market. 
I appreciate sunshine and wind
and the small town in Oregon
called Bend (though I've only been there once, I appreciate its wonder). 

I am learning to recognize the little things

The things that pass us by...the things that don't really need an explanation and are behind the motivation in our daily rotation.

I wallow in selfishness
even though you have called me to be one thing
and one thing only...zealous!
Towards a cause no "Non-Profit Organization" could ever dream.
Beam! with a light inside of me
that cannot (will not) be tamed by an "Three Ringed Circus Leader".
Hold a meter to my heart, feel the beat and pull apart
any pieces that hide your (tiny) spark.
Well up & Swell up
like the ocean before its hits the shore.
Swell up & Well up
my emotions as I hit this cold lifeless floor.
A child throwing a fit.
A ball, catch me in your mitt.
My life, your hand I sit.

God:
This infinite being of supernatural
power moving through me.

God?!
The name I call out
when I can't handle this anymore.

GOD!
Is the word we use when we feel ******.

God.
Who we put the blame on
we pile shame after shame on
long since gone...
God-

When our world turns out cold,
He's the one we scold.
Even though through out the week
He's the one we forget to
look for...
God,                                                
don't­ break me from your mold,
I proclaim here today
I want to be the one you always hold.

God...
Is what I plead when I search the heavens for my Papa.

God is not your name...
You have told us.
Moses stood before you bare feet trembling
As a burning bush you told him to make a way
and when he asked you your name
you said
YAHWEH...
Yet, I still carelessly say
God.

Seconds passing by...
Minutes passing by...
Moments passing by...
The Pocket Watch falls with each tiny grain
The Hourglass ticks with each clanging clang
An obvious representation of life slowly dying off
This trough I will dip my face in
to drink deeply till it drips down my neck
gets my hair wet
and moistens my t-shirt
with dark circles of...
Time
is just a substitute we use to abuse and accuse
our life
on how we no longer have
Moments passing by...
Minutes passing by...
Seconds passing by...