You promised!
It might have been the loudest thing I ever said in that classroom.
It bounced off the walls.
You promised.
They said
Say your lines
And I tried
But it was chaos
And I wrote you a poem in screams
That will never be published
And in that moment I uncovered the truth-
That you will see stages.
You will see packed audiences and intimate theaters
You will see rehearsal spaces and ballet mirrors.
I will write you poems in screams and tears
And love scenes
Across my entire life.
You promised!
My lines became my voice
And I spoke to your ghost in the air before me.
Nobody could hear that my words had slipped
Into new ones
Because they were all slipping too,
Lost in their own grief,
And I had my time with you
To ask you why
In anger
To beg you not to go
In fear
To say
You promised
With anguish
And let it bounce off the walls.
You, lover,
You will see stages
You will move audiences.
You will fill my soul like you did today
And it will finally bring somebody other than me
To their knees.

Very small and eighteen years old
and she's leaving me
My little black and white cat
Yes, its time to say good goodbye
My Wiggy and I have to part
I remember the time about two in the morn
When her kittens were born on my lap
How will I manage, what will I do
I'm so going to miss Wiggy cat

was your God the one
who took my Daddy away?
He wasn't very old...

was your God the one
that sat next to the orphan
who didn't pray
and mocked them
because they had nobody left?
Was it your God that took them?

Do you allow your God
his ***** work
and let him take
all the accolades
for War and Famine
and Pestilence
and Hatred
and just say
It's his way,
his right, by his design
as the Divine?

Was it your God
that intervened
in the alley
where there was a scream
where just a little girl
grew up way too fast
but brutally
she didn't last
until the next day
to understand
what it all means

He didn't intervene!

There was no intervention!
Stuttered prayers
from broken lips
fell like glass
onto uncaring concrete
shattering beneath feet
that shuffled past
one who prayed
but at the last
lost faith
in a
God
that just sits
on his ****
and asks for praise
but could not even raise
a finger
in benevolence

That's why I will never pray

Ask and you shall receive

*******!

Ask all you like, what you give to the Universe, you get back, imaginary playthings, give nothing!

Just my thought on that...

You’re like that cup of coffee,
At six in the morning,
Before a long day begins.
You keep me going,
For a few hours,
And then at night,
I crash.