Engaged one evening,
The star blinds me.
Tiny pops in the sky,
My head pounds with each
Boom.
Goes the night he proposed,
Ice coats my feet.
What should I do?
Where should I go?
He's scaring me...
Boom. Boom.
Go the church bells.
Facing the doors
I move, but the hands
They push and pull.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Sound the ball and chain.
Sat at my desk,
Let feelings flee.
Pen to paper.
Ring to ground.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The last sound,
of falling feet
and pounding hearts.
At last, liberating,
My 'happy ending'.

She has lived, she has wandered,
loved and lost, dreamed and fallen.
She is not untouched by time,
nor unshaken by the past.
But if she stands beside you now,
if she looks at you with eyes that see
not just who you are,
but who you are becoming,
what else matters?

She is not perfect—
neither are you.
Together, you may stumble,
may fumble through the dark,
may misunderstand and misstep.
But if she makes you laugh,
if she stirs your thoughts,
if she is unafraid to be real,
to be flawed, to be human—
hold onto her.

She may not think of you
every moment of the day,
but she will give you the one thing
that costs her most to lose—
her heart.
So handle it gently.
Don’t try to change her,
don’t measure her love against expectation,
don’t ask for more than she can give.

Instead—
smile when she brings you joy,
tell her when she makes you ache,
and when she is gone,
miss her.

Betrayal lurking,
In hope of novelty,
Like news carried by the wind,
Blaming indifference,
Breaking the convention
Imposed by society,
Following rules
Indifferent to the heart.

We seek the reason
That "corrupts" emotion.
To be human is to seek reason,
Hiding from sensation.

To succeed and fail,
To run and fall,
To rise and lower,
To cross,
To decide,
To fix and depart.

Here lies the break
In reconciliation,
In the absence of trust.
Love forgives,
But for how long?
Here’s the issue:
The discontent,
The restlessness,
The blessed novelty.

Would we have arrived here,
Without this search?
I don't think so.
What is normal?
What is predefined?
And by whom?

Betrayal is normalized,
A disruption of trust
From an abnormal union,
But natural to the essence,
Like rivers that flow into the sea,
Waves that break through cliffs,
Eagles that migrate and spread,
Devastating tsunamis,
Storms that ravage.

Ah, commitment, pact,
Agreement, alliances,
Necessary for balance,
But inattentive to temptations
And the shocks of passions,
Stronger and older
Than human wisdom.

Your hair twists around a chopstick
As you tell me you don’t need them to eat
I would do anything to see your curls turn grey
One strand at a time

Hold you when you cry
Heal you when you’re hurt
Brush your hair,
rub your feet,
breakfast in bed
Cook for you
Read to you
walk with you
protect you always
stay with you
Without recompense
Without a grandiose facade

I walk up the stairs to your house
My heart in anticipation
I jump into your arms
It is special each time

Something as innocent as knitting
Reminds me of us
Two needles and One strand of yarn
Creates thousands of stitches
Unbroken and uncut

The V's and the U's of the fabric
Repeating rhythmically
A needle enters a loop a thousand times
Repeating rhythmically

Sometimes the hand falters
And needs more guidance
The needle slides in a thousand more times
And continues the V's and the U's
Unbroken and uncut

i’m addicted to the intimacy of closeness,
but i detest the limitations of closeness.

i’m addicted to the freedom of openness,
but i detest the infinity of openness.

There is a woman, whom I know
You are so beautiful
Yet so often, she won’t let it show

There is a man, I may be he
I have always loved you
Yet so often, she cannot see

He won’t give up, no matter the pain
Somehow, I am the enemy
Were the last 10 years really in vain?

Warm light of Sun sets
Cold black darkness sets in


But did the Sun set?
Is darkness even new?
Or has darkness always been here?
Do we simply now have a view?

He is told he is the problem.
He is told “don’t blame me”.
He is told he has not valued.
He is told he cannot see.

He is told he is not good enough.
He is told others were better.
He is told she is not the problem.
He is told “only he has upset her”


Why, why oh Lord… I do not know…

This is my life’s calling, this is my conviction
I know not why, but I trust this is my mission
And while in this place of terrible friction
A “why” starts to appear among the most awful affliction

He knows he’s not perfect, he knows he has flaws
For these, I am so sorry
But he cannot find in good conscience, that he was the cause

She is hurting and confused, feeling such great pain
I am here for you my darling
There is much brokenness, feeling such great shame

She hides so much, even from family and friends
Please let me in my darling
He won’t leave her side, in this journey to the end

There is a woman, whom I know
You are so beautiful
Her opening up, is letting it show

There is a man, I may be he
I have always loved you
He hopes she will see