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the moon is lonely in the starry night
the sun is lonely amongst the cloud
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the teardrop is lonely in the waves of sea
the heart is lonely in the countless crowd
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the union is lonely while met so many
in the caravan too the loneliness found
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wrote many pages yet lonely is one word
lonely is the matter, the night, things around
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For Kim johanna Baker... translated my last poem
I would've given birth
To you,
Endured whatever
Mothers do.
Instead, I did
What Dads do.

I rocked you
Til my future shook;
Watched you til
I couldn't look.
As you changed,
I changed too,
To do the things
That Dads do.

You were bathed,
Dressed and fed;
I loved you so much
I was saved.

If there's credit,
Well, I get it,
For teaching you to read.
I took the blame
When you got bored
With school's ABC's.

I followed you
In all your roles,
Your teams,
Your solos,
Your trips,
Your shows.
First to clap,
Last to sit;
I taped it all,
From start -
To finish.

I taught you
How to tie a lace,
Ride a bike,
Golf and skate.
When time arrived
For you to drive,
You learned
On standard,
Never stranded,
You came home alive.

Your highs
I took in stride,
By example taught
Humility's pride.
Your lows,
I couldn't internalize,
I dropped my guard
With my eyes.

When Dad's do well
It's a double edge,
The future wedge.
The world
Revealed
Desired you too.
I don't dismiss
What mothers do,
But when Dads do well,
Both lose you.
Repost: Happy Father's Day, Dads everywhere.
Music plays and hits internally
Chiming to the resonance of growing sound
The tone reverberates into the vastness of the sea
The waves dark and choppy
Plummeting deeper into the darker depths
Down down down past the ice cold layers into the absence a void
A black hole births to a blue ocean of crystal clear and tranquillity
In open air birds eyes fly to witness the waters clarity and whales underwater flight
Shadows and light flow
Polarity and connection
Body forming the bridge to spirit
Feelings come and go
Sharp pains to aches to numb and hollow
Wreck laying below on earth's bed
Restoration in the break
Cut out eye to replace with shimmering lake stone
A glass eye to reflect the world
A mirror
of
the soul
 Jun 2018 mickey finn
chimaera
light
 Jun 2018 mickey finn
chimaera
planted
some seeds
- sunflowers.

watch them now
in the morning:
bright yellow,
blue skies.

don't know why
i turn to darkness.
18.06.2018
 Jun 2018 mickey finn
Mya
I won
I finally did
But still for her
I feel the loss
And pain
And I wish
Somewhere close to the surface
Of my heart
(Though I wish I could say it comes form a place deep down)
I could take the pain from her
I wish that I could carry it
Far from her
For she lays in this bed
Yet, by her own hands she did not make it
She was thrown into those sheets
Not a victim intentionally
But crowned so by fate.

I'm sorry.
Your heart is broken now too honey; I'm sorry.
 Jun 2018 mickey finn
Word Hobo
her first cry

never   teared your eyes


her first smile

never   dimpled your cheeks


her first giggle

of joyous recognition

never   mothered your heart


her first word

never   tickled your ears


her first step

never   reached your arms



almost



a prayerful pause ~ spindles time

through its aperture ~ she has your eyes !

‘tho a minutest inflection ~ you see your face !

what joyous recognition ~ self ~ in-dwelt

her flutter ~ divinely felt



You named her   Grace



gv 18.29.3  18a
 Jun 2018 mickey finn
Joy
I'm gay
 Jun 2018 mickey finn
Joy
And I know one day,
I'll look into her eyes and say,
"I love you"
With body language, with touch,
When the way she laughs becomes too much.

Fingertips like felt rolling over
Stitched feelings of brokenness,
Diamond eyes catch the unraveling
Of confusion into wholesomeness,

I'm mended, I'm alive, and goddamit
I'm swollen with #pride
June, 2018
When I finally welcome my gay *** into some worthy recognition. Too bad it took another boy's broken heart to get here.

Now that I know love is not boring, I want to fall in love.
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