The mind rushes
To analyze
What future looms
I bide my time.
As I await.

The body tremors
Inside and out
Fatigued, it yells
The pain, it shouts.
As I await.

The eye stabs
Vision blurry
Migraines laugh
To watch me worry.
As I await.

The muscles dance
To tunes unknown
Lightning strikes
The weary bone.
As I await.

Memory fails
Words escape
The mind still fights
As I await.
As I await.

Heart palpitates
Stress enhances
Emotions calm
To steer advances.
As I await.

It fights to win
But all in vain
Corrupt the body
My soul remains.
As I await.

Love still lingers
Intentions pure
No anger lives
No pity here.
As I await.

Disease roars strong
Yet, I prevail
Love supersedes
This crumbling shell.
As I await.

Symptoms linger
Rise and fall
No sense to madness
Inside this wall.
As I await.

Stare in question
Distance fear
This child of God
Protected here.
As I await.

My blessings soar
Above the trial
Diagnosis looms
But still I smile.
*As I await.

I lose my way whilst searching for my Love.
So many, vagrant sins distract and pull
That moment and the subject, and I fall
Into the Pit below, and Sky above.

She beckons still;  she calls me, lures me on.
And so I travel blindly, growing weak.
Some crazy god denies that which I seek,
And wicked women hold me past the dawn.

My heart is true, but I am just a man.
A simple man, an honest Father's son,
A grandson of a man who tilled this earth.

And this I just keep tilling, whilst I seek
To find that Love so hidden from my heart.
I hope she'll wait.  This hellish road is long.

You rip me out of the ground
and then throw me back down, or
tear off my limbs
while confessing your unabated love for him, you
have absolutely no regard for anything but
that which you find aesthetically pleasing.
You don't seem to understand that
I would do anything to be in your arms, forevermore.
You can't seem to comprehend that
it breaks my heart to hear that it's him that you adore.

Tell me one thing; why?
Why did you take him from me?
Why didn't you let
Me say goodbye?

I've sat up crying all day,
Trying to put the pieces
Back together.
I still can't think straight,

I still can't remember
My purpose.
Why did you take him
From me forever?

I know he's not
Suffering anymore,
And he has no more pain,
But I wasn't ready to let him go.

I wasn't ready to drown
In my own tears.
I just want one last hello.
I want to see his smile

One last time,
Before I get carried away.
I want to hear his laugh,
Feel his hugs,

Tell him everything I
Have to say.
I want my Grandpa back.
Why did you take him from me?

My mind is only slowly
Working on half track.
I am at a loss for words,
And it feels like he's

Still here with me.
I can't believe he's gone.
I love you Grandpa,
You will be missed.

Your suffering soul is free.

Robert Leonard Smith
December 29, 1934-January 21, 2011
Gone, but never forgotten.
I love and miss you Grandpa.<33

The boy across the room
He thinks you're really sweet
Why don't you go say "hi?"
Because you are too shy.

He gets up out of his seat
And starts to come my way
I feel my face turn hot
And I hope he has something to say
But then he stops short
To talk to the girl in front
I bury my face in my book again
Trying to hide a grunt

But that's when he walks away
And towards me once again
And that's when I remembered
That girl's his cousin!
I get flustered again
He's coming down the isle
Then he looks me in the eye
And smiles that god-sculpted smile
I'm positive this time
He's coming for me
But I can't look away
What's *wrong with me?!
But still
I don't know what he wants
My mind is racing
Is he going to ask me out?
Are we going to start dating?

That's when he leans close

And whispers in my ear

"Can I borrow a pencil?"

"Yeah.... Here.."

I'm trapped
Inside a house
With a million
Rooms
But behind
Some doors
Only darkness
Looms

Every room I
Enter
Is a chapter
Of my life
But it's always
A gamble
When there was
A lot
Of strife

Ever had
A day
You wanted to last
Forever?
Well in this house
Days never end
Ever.

But the room
You enter
Makes all the
Difference
But all the doors look
The same
Nothing varied
In their appearance

A place like this
Would drive most people
Crazy
But it's
A constant reminder
Of how I've been
So lazy

The thing I like
Most of all
Is the space
Between
The Door and
The wall

The door frame
Is the best place
Of all
It reminds me how old
I was
And even
How tall

But my only
Wish
Is to go back
In my past
To fix all the bad
I have to relive
So I can make good times
Last

Sleep is a jealous mistress,
resentful of your day affairs,
though more enraged
with your nocturnal loves.
She paces the floor for your return,
ill tempered when spurned,
she can locate you regardless of where you are,
and slip a somnambulist potion
into a drink, or vapor the air you breath,
then she has you to herself once more,
rekindling dreams that you both share.
You acknowledge she has you sliced in thirds,
And would gladly take half or more,
But she contents herself in knowing
That in the end she has you to herself
Forevermore.