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To own a Susan of my own
Is of itself a Bliss—
Whatever Realm I forfeit, Lord,
Continue me in this!
i'm not sure if it's ours anymore

i stopped counting my days
into your arms after you gave 15
minutes.

you gave me seconds of silence
empty pockets of filler space
15 moments of 'let me listen then go'

it has been two months of my
counting on you to honor us

two months of still
loving you and placing it
elsewhere.

i was waiting to land on
on the tarmac
and fall into you for days.

you were my days
north star
drinking gourd

you were home,

love
your breath is hot on my shoulders
heavy
with pomegranate juice
purple drops of condensation on my skin

your face
drips of rosewater
tears never salty
or reminiscent of the sea

always sweet
always of spring
 Dec 2014 Phil Smith
Just Melz
I NEED YOU. HAVE I NOT MADE THAT CLEAR? I WANT TO HEAR SWEET LITTLE NOTHINGS WHISPERED IN MY EAR. I WISH I WASN'T WRITHING FOR A DRINK OR A DRUG TO CLEAR MY MIND OF ALL THE ***** THOUGHTS YOU LEFT BEHIND. TOO MUCH TO HANDLE? UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE CENTURY!!! I NEED YOU, BUT MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE I WANT YOU TO NEED ME.*

*please
 Dec 2014 Phil Smith
betterdays
ten thousand joys,
both small and big,
sit behind my lips,
in the crinkled crowsfeet
corners of my eyes
and fizz, fizz, fizz....
like sherberted,
fireworks,
within my brain.

ten thousand sorrows,
curve my spine,
scratch at my heart,
and sit as,
tears unshed...
in brimming dams,
behind my eyes.

ten thousand hopes
rush like oxygen
along ...
the arteries and veins.

ten thousand wrong decisions,
grind at my joints...
and make my knees,
click and pop,
in this muggy weather.

ten thousand right decisions
stare back at me
from your eyes
so like mine....

and make me...
count the joys,
forget the sorrows,
live the hopes....
and strive..
to make the best decisions
i can....
and forgive those that,
i have stuffed up...

ten thousand...
i love you's,
will never be enough.
Written for my son Tod.
Inspired by the writing of Jack Kornfeild;
We are  all beset in our lifes,
by ten thousand joys
and ten thousand sorrows.
Open your eyes
and become a witness
to the mystery of incarnation.
Let your story move on.
It is never too late.
Open your eyes...and see...
life differently...
Jack Kornfeld...
 Dec 2014 Phil Smith
Kelly Rose
Gift
 Dec 2014 Phil Smith
Kelly Rose
The best gift
is the joy
of sharing a feast
with family and friends
where conversation
and laughter
reign
12/7/2014
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