Its fun to travel, far away,
To run and swim, and laugh and play,
But its best to be home, at the end of the day,
With the people who love you true,
No matter what you do,
Home is the place you can turn to,
But home is wherever your loved ones are,
Not just a place you live, and sleep.
Some people even make a home in a car,
If love is there, your at home in the street.
Home is a place, that lives in the face
Of the ones who love you.

Home is in my face.

She liked Jim's Jam
so sweet and thick
it was like little lumps of heaven
on top of toast
or scones
warm and crispy
like logs in a fire
newts on a fume
charred and musky
she liked a lot about Jim-
his smile, his laugh
but not his sads
so really
she didn't like Jim
not all of him
but enough for some happies
yummy Jam
fires and smoke
hair like a wolf

I love how you never leave me
hug deprived

and save me
from the carelessly painful words

shot at me
the world rushes at me

and only you slow things down
to make moments with me

and just lay with me never lie
I never understood why

wars were fought over freedom
until I found it in your words

and the ways you change me
you're not even trying

with you I'm a better me
I laugh louder

and smile truer
there's no belonging without you

not a place in the world
can't wait to be home

can't wait to be home  
to be with you

As a trick, I taught my parrot,
to say "I love you" to my girl,
the parrot took it quite in earnest,
started to believe, it's in love with her!

emotionally drained
past calling back
echoing all around
haunting and foreboding
threatening to reemerge
or is it just past expectations
past fears,
that I place over the present
though these words
are frighteningly familiar
too close to heart
to ignore
too close to past pain
past insecurities
to not worry,
not worry that it is
all too true
not worry that
the pattern will continue
that it really is cause of me -
the mine shaft is
closing all around

There are these christmas lights in
my room, and for a time I was bothered by the one
blue light that was out, and when I
had friends over, this friend,
she said,
Oh, but there are many lights out,
don't you see the one over there?
And here, above my head?
The one by your bookcase?
To be honest, I was a bit heartbroken to have not seen
the others, and now I can't help but notice
to count, and realize that so many of them
are dead.