out of all that you now have

you wish you had what you once had

but out of all that you had

not everything is meant to last

take for granted what you have

until you have nothing left

then you will end up wishing that

you now have what you once had

Don't give away
To the day after day
All you have fought for
All you have saved
All of the meaning
In all that you say
As you move forward
Making your way

Never give into
The thoughts in your head
As life lays itself out
Not fitting your plans
Less of an answer
More a demand
Between mounting pressures
Just know that you can

Past, present, or future
We all have the right
Whether you've peacefully been there
Or put up a fight
Please just remember
That over time
You're sure to find
Everything will be fine

Fresh shower and a shave
First one I've had in days
Clean pressed jammies, and new sheets
Off to meet the girl of my dreams

I pull down tight on the shades
Hoping against hope I'm not running late
We get together most Saturday nights
When I pull up the covers and shut out the lights

I often wonder where we'll go
As neither of us ever really knows
Where the mind travels in its comatose state
Or where dream girls like to go on dates

We might end up at some fancy dance
Or a beach somewhere in the South of France
It all depends on her or is that depends on me
When I'm out cold with the girl of my dreams

Sometimes I play her hero well
But not that super if the truth I must tell
Slowing moving as if in a dream
Most Saturday nights in my sleep

Over time she has never changed
In fact even I look pretty much the same
Whenever we have a chance to meet
Out on a date with the girl of my dreams

was that an ache
or a pain
hold on a sec
here it comes again
if i had
to give it a name
it definitely
would be a pain
now to guess
where it comes from
up or down
back to front
in or out
out to lunch
points in-between
is my hunch
can it be helped
with advil
or do i need
something stronger still
to try and take
the pain to nill
or at least
bend it's will
this ache that i
now know as pain
that makes its way
into my brain
that is the best
at playing games
disappears
shows up again
it's such an ache
to deal with pain

Some days you're thrown an I just don't know
Other days it's all right there
A glimmer of hope in which to cope
A fresh breath of poetic air

A constant loop as the dial slowly moves
In its never ending search for the truth
Some days you write the poem
Some days the poem writes you

From the ups and downs to the toss arounds
All  grate on a soul in time
But what's growing there inside your despair
Can pour forth in the perfect rhyme

Some days you find the inner light
Others you have no clue
Some days you write the poem
Some days the poem writes you

You can be more or less inspirationaless
Then your pen flairs with the finest finesse
The point that you make either blows them away
Or what you have to say is anyone's guess

Holding onto the theme of your color scheme
Being the brightest of hues
Some days you write the poem
Some days the poem writes you

We look at your life and don't think twice
You've got the best of all worlds
Then we hear, suicide
And realize this isn't Disney World

Who knows the deep dark secrets
That each and everyone hides
Who's been promised this life but can't keep it
Turning off the switch before their time

Does hope never visit the hopeless
Has it left with no forwarding address
With those depressed would we know it
If we had to make a wild guess

The non suffering have no way of knowing
The darkness that invades the soul
A pain that's continually growing
Until it takes full control

The world outside sees your love for this life
And never truly understands
As you struggle to find the thoughts in your mind say
Suicide is all you have left

You may not remember
Me now by name
Or the promise I made
On our wedding day

Through thick and thin
To have and to hold
From this day forward
As we both grow old

Whatever is thrown
Our way my love
It's never enough
To break us up

Even if you
Forget who I am
A promise is a promise
And needs to be kept

Through good and bad times
Till death do us part
Though these bodies may change
Love is still where we are

Though memory may falter
And over time fade
I remember the altar
And the promises made