As I peer across the Mountain range of my life,
I see a vast array of peaks and valleys,
Roads that wander near and far.

Some roads seemed unsurpassable,
Some roads were thought to be inconceivable,
Some roads I felt were unapproachable,
And I see them all as landmarks in my life.

The one road in the very middle of my lifescape,
The one that's known for being less traveled,
I so often avoided and I don't understand why.

Some roads seemed impossible,
Some roads were thought to be infallible,
Some roads lead to intimacy,
And I see them all, good or bad as milestones in my life.

Standing at the base of the mountain top,
I feel a presence encouraging me to climb the summit.
My breathe becomes heavy, my limbs are numb but my mind is focused.

Advancing the summit, I pull myself above the misty clouds,
Peering below I find oceans of generations that have gone before me....but were never forgotten,
And one stands at the forefront, with arms outstretched, an unforgettable smile, and love thats unending.

There's only one road that leads us to an island universe where we live on forever past fatality.
All roads have the same waypoint which leads us to forever.
Close your eyes and imagine a place that does not judge and only loves.

K.Carman 2016

I bleed
I leave bloodstains on everything
And when you love me
And then learn to hate me
Because then stains you can't remove
Become a memory
Of the times when you were wrong
When you knew what was right
And the demons on your shoulder
Spoke much louder than me
Because angels do not fight
They only show you light
In the hope that you will follow

And you can think
I wasn't strong enough
All my weakness
Was only meant to show
That the choice is really yours
And if I should lose
And watch you fall to darkness
I'll be a god
Who is forsaken once again

I bleed
And no matter intervention
Of the most divine source
I can only hope you believe

In the royal blood

I bleed

Sort of like a phantom limb
I can feel her
Even though I know she's gone

Sort of like the summer wind

Sort of like an old best friend
I haven't seen
In way too long

She's sort of like a phantom limb
The pain of loss
I deal with again and again

The pain of loss
Knowing I can never win

I'm dealing with heartbreak
In the same old familiar way
By breaking everything around me
And blaming it on you

By breaking myself
Because I feel I deserve the pain

~    
        All the poems I write
     are just the beginning
                              and end
               of every thought
   I've ever had about you.