Fresh peace paved onto the steeple of your memories
In the church of your lost belongings
I tasted scripture
But I need a stronger drink than God

Find it in you
To carry on
Losing a loved one is hard
But, you must have the will to be heartstrong
Cherish all the memories
And wear your heart on your sleeve
Think of the grand memories
As you continue to grieve

It may be demons you're fighting,
But it's angels dying.
And people like me caught in-between.

Good intentions you're laying,
But the path you are paving?
Not sure if it leads where you think.

And I 'm not saying you're wrong.
I'm not claiming I'm right.
Not conceding that there's one or the other.

I just want you to wait,
Halt your raging crusade,
Before one thing leads to another.

So caught up in the ends
That you forgo twists and bends,
And turn a blind eye to the means.

You have something to prove,
But much more to lose.
There is time: you're still green.

And while there are battles worth picking,
And wars worth pursuing,
How you fight matters just as much as who wins.

So just take a breath,
And take stock of what's left,
Before you can't turn back because you're too far in.

Blurting out from the blue
Been so very long, since I heard from you
Time  not the matter; you cannot keep hold
It is minute measures, of pangs icy cold
Joy to confusion, just to hear your voice
Wouldn’t be much sooner, if I had a choice
Obvious to you, you have held the card
Obvious to me, as I have played the bard
Simply can’t get around it, distance what you need
Now that you are back, how shall this proceed?
Rhyming may not be, what ultimately so clever
But did I really say I needed you forever?
Since you’ve made a show, and you’re here and now
Woo the want I’ve wanted, then hurry up and go

Essential are my feminine ways
Finding balance in this male form
It is woman in me who advocates
Extraordinary intellectual attainment
Ability to do great many things
Tolerably well and even masterfully
A few
Makes me think, “is ‘masterfully’
Appropriate definition?”
When I feel this source of creation
This cleverness, learning and knowledge
Is woman
I am a man, yes
And grateful to be so
And I enjoy the company of men
Yet without this recognition
Of a more gentle natured being
That resides within my genetic make-up
Without this strength of my mother
A better-half of me might not exist
Therefore I am grateful
For the whole of my existence
And I wonder if women
Think the same in regards
To their fathers
And the gifts these men instill
In DNA
We all are varying degrees of both
Could this be doubted?
After all
This merger
This zygote
Are fertile ****, we become
Human from