In the end, you'll have nothing

Towards the end,
You'll probably be confined to a small room,
With only a few things

And no one will visit or call
Maybe no one even thinks of you at all

They'll consider you a burden to society
Urging you to rest
As they anticipate your last breath
Because all they see is a paycheck

Maybe you've never been in love
Or maybe you have,
But the memories are lost on you
Maybe you're still living in the moments
Waiting for your husband to come home
Only, he's been dead
Longer than you've been confused

Maybe you'll cry yourself to sleep
Maybe you'll pass hours watching tv
Maybe you won't leave your room,
Or bed

Towards the end,
You'll only have a few things
And in the end,
You'll be nothing

My best friend is just as crazy as me
Somedays she is clear skies,
Others she is cloudy.
But she is beautiful in both.
And loves with grace and vulnerability.

Connected by the sea,
The ocean and boards are all that we need.
Rain or shine, she’s by my side.
And even when we don’t agree,
I know that I am seen.

Soft as lilac, bold as crimson,
Her beauty
Commands attention,
Inside and out.

Courtney,
You have shown me what true love is all about.

I have friends in High Places,
good friends
tripping *****
floating atop mushroom clouds of ecstasy
Naked,
in otherworldly dimensions
pioneering the mental landscape,
explorers of the mind and soul
Bodies,
breaking free of the Iron Cage
living to Love
working only to get by
getting high
to escape
to a place
where mere existence
makes sense.

Pulling meaning from existence,
Casting words and spelling stories
Onto a blank page.

Resurrecting feelings and memories,
Fleeting,
Freezing time and space just to capture a moment.

the worst pain is
the day after.
when you wake up
to relive
the feeling
over again.