I carry a notepad:  
                                    Not to
                                    Bullet point
                                    Out
                                                            My existence.

But to document;     Resilience.

Time stood still
But disappeared
Love comes near
But ran away in fear
Want no love to reappear
And white hot pain it sears

i stood on his shores
and marveled at
the thunder and roar
he made when he broke
against the sand.
he drew me in
with a shade of blue
i'd never seen before.
and it was only when
i felt him pull me in
that i remembered,
i don't know how to swim.

I searched for the words to say to you
in the floorboards that creaked and groaned
whenever the ghost of you would linger around my mind

In the same places I find you
as I stray into opposite corners of your room
to find something else in you
that should give me a reason to stay

Seduction isn’t wise in you
while I'm catching your eyes wandering
around the stumbling crowd
looking for something else to touch

I need to think about you with somebody else
so I can dance alone
and be okay with that

though you never wanted to dance with me anyway

leaves fall like ashes
touching the ground like tancho
flowers spring from it

Little things
Are missed
The most

The coroner with a warrant to
open a
tomb
finds no room
in the inn....

..and the fables begin
long before the end.

We cut out  
the bull
pull up a chair
wondering where
the story will take us.

If justice is served
the service will be
by the poor *******
in chains
and that'll
be me.

And today I am
the 'Ian' in
sexagenarian,

I've never been
Ian before.

Don't let that
stop you
from dropping
the bomb on who
you
want to seek and
destroy.

This toy vibrates
if you're mates
y'all know
what I mean.