Your death came
unveiled by an omen
on the wings of an owl
I knew you would
not survive outside of me
too many traumas
too much pain has a
way of devouring
tiny little breaths
if you are not ready to live
the hurt will just
eat
you
up

You treat Her so badly
the women who would
create your perfect flesh
then out of the womb
you came
felt on a whimsy
you came
out like a shooting star
and thru Her
and yet you treat
Her so cruelly

You are my insanity
Bats in the belfry crazy
dilated  pupil  gorgeous
with enough mad to
rule the world
Look at us now, love
those rose colored glasses
seem worn
seen a few awkward
engagements
But you
you always stayed unmoved
An old Oak tree
with fallen leaves...

He knows I'm childish
He is like me in some ways

Entering the world
of blahs now

One escaping syllable
after another like you mean
to say these things
to fake yourself out
Your thoughts
are like the temporary
pages of an extravagant novel.

Are you your story?

You are the breath

this breath

and another

You know it deeply

The rhythm of you
is like no other
So
watch your thoughts

pass like the
whim of soft clouds

watch your mouth swiftly
when you speak

speak mostly kindly

mostly from the breath

your breath  

this breath...