The maiden the mother the hag
The girl the woman the crone
Grace to beauty to death
Tears to sweat to bone

The hearts of people are like flowers.
They are beautiful
They grow everywhere
They are strong
In the sun, they shine
In the wind, they dance
But whether a rose or a poppy
When cut, they die
When crushed, they wilt
When the storms pass
They can be torn
Maybe after the rain they will grow again.


הלבבות של אנשים הם כמו פרחים.
הם יפים
הם גדלים בכל מקום
הם חזקים
בשמש, הם מאירים
ברוח, הם רוקדים
המין לא מניין
אבל
כשחתך, הם מתים
כשנמחץ, הם נובלים
כשסוער, הם קורעים
אולי אחרי הגשם הם יגדלו שוב.

A blank slate
A slate wall
A wall blocking
Why can't I get around
Frustration
Where's the magic button
Others had flower gardens
Muses of sort
why don't these work for me
Stand and walk
Two words...
**** and chair
******* overrated
Pop a brewski
Gas twists and twirls
God that bottle neck looks inviting
Magic button found
Wall lifts
Beer almost dropped
Rush
Flash of images
Flash of color
Caught in the middle of the scene
A man expected to reproduce a Rembrandt
A Rembrandt on notepad paper
Slight pause for dramatic effect
Then.....
The words fly
The smile creeps
Manic
Exhilarating
Skipping between minds
Different people
Different places
Same time. 
Different times
Legalized schizophrenia
The wall is lifted
the slate is filled

I died on a Sunday
A day of blessings,
peace. Eternal sleep
was interrupted by medicine.

It happens

When I woke,
I was surrounded by strange people
White suits and blue masks.
Needles in my arms
Sensors on my chest.

That must have done wonders for your anxiety

My...heart...simply...stopped.

As if it no longer wished to fill the pain
of a life half lived. Loves almost won

You can't "win" love

Fights never finished. Things never said.

What did you do?

I quit my job. I told the woman that I like
my feelings for her. Changed Apartments.

What did you really do?

I began living.

Freely

Then next time I die. I will not have regrets.