Théy would sheerly
Brush by your eyes

Whispering of secrets
Long held within

The dark veil of the sky
Saying of everything that is

Shades of cascading red
Would sing of your name

As shadows of your act
Elude to this work of art

Everything that is You
Silently floats within your presence

Only to be my everything
In your absence

Imprinting your essence
Within my being

Early morning, they scuttle around, looking for some junk that no one has yet found.
Look another bright orange sign, slam on the brakes maybe we will make it on time.
Read the sign. Follow endless arrows. Some little punk changed the direction of these arrows.
We drove for an hour, Grandmother said keep going, we will find it, I know it has great offerings.
Tireless efforts the sun has now set. Grandmother was determined to still find this treasure nest.
As annoyed as I was, I would give her the endless days of driving around looking for those junk sale signs, if I could have just one more day.
Now she rides above me as I wander from sale to sale. Stopping only at the ones I know she would have wanted to.
I silently shop through others junk. Talking to her about each item I rummage through thinking of her.
My garage is full of boxes of other peoples stuff as I keep on buying all the junk you thought was just.
I learned much from you. Making money on this stuff. I love you dearly Grandmother for the lessons you taught.
Nashoba copyrighted 2017

I remember your laughter, the smile so bright. The days of all was a mystery in the impeding light.
The sorrows you shared of a life full of change. From a bad boy friend to the poor health that caused you so much pain.
The day you had your mural put on a wall for all to see for life. The excitement you shared. Such a strong gleam of light. No matter what the peril you continued to fight.
I miss you more than anyone understands. The years that have passed don't bridge this gap I have from the memories of holding your hand.
I see your face in many others and have doubled back to check. Of course I know you are free from this world, free from the pain and ill. But there always will be hope.
My beautiful angel. Rest in peace tonight. Wait for my songs I sing as I call out all the stars in the sky, as we did when you were here.
My art carries on for you. Every piece as if you were near.
These words could go on and on as there is never enough to write. Must I'm sure you know I continue to write. Not always connected. Piles of note books full. Hard drives with your words that only you and I know.
I've grown tired. Thought about giving up. But each time I get there I realize how strong you were and that you never ever gave up.
Nashoba copyrighted 2008

Children are weapons in adults foolish games. The pain and suffering a parent inflicts by playing wicked games.
It should not matter when we can't love each other as we thought we did at one point in our life together.
The children we have together deserve to be loved by as many people that can love them, not either side should ever spew hate to tarnish the love of the innocent ones.
Who as a human has any right to judge the other. Only God can do that.
Adults need to grow up and allow the children to love be loved and live life happy with either side.
When you take away the love of a parent, contaminate with hate, realize that life is short and one day it will be to late.
Set aside the foolish differences it doesn't matter who you don't like. Accept that your love for each other was truly a mistake.
Both have moved on now. New love in your lives. It is time to stop inflicting pain and let the children decide.
You no longer have anything to gain, you should realize this by now.
Your hate has already caused irreversible harm that your blind to see for yourself.
Your smirk is sickening as are your lies you have spanned this entire time. Wake up and stop hiding the children for one last time.

"that really isn't the best idea."
"i know."
i picked up the pieces from the aftermath,
placed them in random order,
and watched my self destruction take hold.
after all this,
how could i possibly stand,
if it was all for nothing.

I'm past the point of return
Do you see how many times I've been burned?
Or how many times I've burned others?
I mask my sins with pretend covers
My smile, my happiness, its all fake
How much longer can I take
All this guilt before I break?
Maybe I should just jump in a lake
Yeah, rid the world of my mistake
Of being born, or was it fate?
No, I'm too ******* up for being meant to be
Accident defines my identity
P.M.

Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.