My friend
although I know what you are
and what you have to give
I’m always surprised by your wonder,
not that you keep anything in,
your face is not made for deceit,
It rejects subterfuge
In a dazzle
of what is;
when I think thankful thoughts
I think of you
and all that you do.

When love starts
grief marks the board
and grieves
for parts inevitable.
Forced and unwelcome;
the longest
not enough.
But,
if not for love
parting is kind,
and hurried through the door,
to make is,
what was.

I'm not that keen on chocolate,
i can have or have not with sniff,
my head isn't frail it's skully,
what X Files case is this?

1 No coco nut.
2 No coke or not.
3 No coconut.

It does not seem
things move on
when girders
give way
to heavy stay.
Movement rattles
rutted hiding
from unknown contentment ,
to breath, to gusto.
And move, and move

Not known,
you will go;
born with thought
and fury of last;
past.

You never fail
to rise from fog,
diluted air parted
by what your heart is.
Learning not passed up;
you thirsty cup!
Some
time
you won't shine,
in, be, when, past
fast

It turns
and you turn,
away for a while,
as if you never were,
but
no swansong
heard.
Goodbye
is lost
in smiling strength;
no mourning warn
in morning warm.