𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎.
     𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍.
          𝚂𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎.

                               𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.
                               𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚢.
                               𝚆𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢!

                𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜.
                𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜.
                𝚄𝚜? 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡.

The thorns in my side
I try so hard to hide
with humor, cleverness, even kindness
but after so long they are well-planted
like seeds they’ve taken root.

I am a man full of grace and gratitude
even changes in attitude
I float on great waves
in my wooden dinghy
precarious atop mighty waters
and angels visit
take me into smooth azure lagoons
where I reside in peace
even serenity from time to time.

I weep in great sadness
occasional fits of despair
drowning there
I swim up to gulp for air
leap and glide into the light
breathe mercy in my flight
pray for courage and gumption
but discover
I cannot stay afloat alone
so with abandon I dive
into bright souls whose hands and hearts
reach down to rescue me.
Some of them are thorn people too
battered, broken, and rugged
who’ve found the courage to change
the things they could.

I guess these thorns are there
to ******* up for air
to give me the zephyr of humility
the certainty of a love
that save me.

Living with your depression
in that sphere of despair
is like gasping for air
becoming the dark pool’s possession.

In this less than
a few rungs below
my idea of a perfect year,

in this off-cut cast-off
and near redundant cluster
of never quite within my grasps,

in this now,
but not yet of a year

I found a light
high in your smile,
a familiar chime
deep in your laugh,
a welcome rest
on the cusp
of our brief touch

and I found hope.

The moon reflect your silhouette in the night sky
Why?
Are you haunting me, I feel I could cry
Heartbroken,
You left me to die
I plead, no beg of you,
please leave my mind
You still a part of me
In my soul you reside,
I can no longer cry
Someone please save me!
Why’d you leave me behind
God you should have taken me instead
In her place I would have died
Please help me!
This misplaced rage I can’t hide….


Loneliness is killing me
I can’t go on, it’s with you I should be
We for eternity, is a promise we share
Slit wrist,
Wait for me my love
I’ll be right there.

Tears flow like the river Nile enraged
Mournful embraces as the joining feeling of a future lost unites a weakened family
A mother inconsolable, treads thru meaningful memories as the smile of her lost child still freshly haunts her
A fathers rage distorted, hopelessly punches walls as the embrace of a perfect daughter still freshly lingers
A Family horrifically shaken, as even the stars sheds their mournful tears
Why?
A question tread milling through broken down spirits and scarred souls
A eternally loved daughter’s memory
drowning in uncontrollable tears
Tear stained prayer reaching out with a healing hand
as reluctant sorrow pursues a numbing soul
Mournful embrace, the only solace in a wicked life’s tragedy
A promising future, with love in abundance lost in a sorrowful abyss
A life unnecessary lost........
not only the loss of one fragile soul