Only way I forgive
is to step away.
Stand in the moonlight
and move to the darkened side of town.
They will never find me,
come to know
how they believe they own me.
I could never find
a place to stand
within the space or love.
Loneliness is a lesson
to teach us to take ourselves out
and find some ourselves.
I walked alone for months
on the streets of falling out.
Where then I met people alone
in the middle of the street.
I crossed at the crosswalk.
And here we met.
This is no comparison
but a story of staying out of
the streets of falling out.
Yes leaving you was hard.
The tears and pale skin showed.
Now we talk
but have moved on to others more like us.
We don't need to feel shame,
just know we were never meant to be.
They were not like the pedestrians who God put at the same sign.
One said Falling Out St.
the other said Forward Avenue.
Split and broken up,
but happy with sigh.
I walk with the ones I trust with a place for me to stand between
on Forward Ave.
This time my friends are not numbers.
We are family.
And we reside on weekends
in our little place
that holds us together.
Take a left out of
Falling Out St.
Turn right onto
Forward Ave.
And you will find
my family and I
deep
and meant
to be.

forever on the run,

so many places to escape to under the sun.

forever on the run,

Heaven awaits me

I'm dying to come.

I think of the places I’ve been with you,
Beautiful places and wild.

I look to the stars where they cross in the south,
In tender-sweet memory.

Running the rivulets, barefoot and breathless,
At the wide river’s mouth.

A wild field abundant with flowers bursting,
And blooming and proud.

I remember the wind on my face with you,
In your arms both woman and child.

Visit to the land of antiquity
Kept alive through words
Best describes the tales
Which were narrated once
Reading them
And transported there
Fascinated by legends
Ageless and frozen in time
A fascinating word museum
Takes us back to antiquity

If you ever fall in love with someone who is in a wheelchair remember this:
I am in love with you and the chair is not you;
Loving someone in a wheelchair is not about the chair at all.
It is about changing their perspective, from always looking down and straight ahead,  to around and up.
Holding their hand when they think they are not normal
Take them to the movies
dinner
Travel and go places
Laugh
Talk
Cry
And when the two of you fight,  don't treat him/her as a fragile piece of glass.
Say what is on your mind
And mean it.
Apologize afterwards regardless.

I have been struck;  falling in love with him.
He is always there for me and we are the best of friends.
He doesn't know that I love him
Even though I tell him as often as I can that he is my hero.
He has always stood up for me--
He is my superhero

The pain he feels every  moment makes me want to trade places with him so he can walk
Dance at his wedding
Even if it is not with me
To actually stand up to hug his family
To be more active
(Let's go out)
Happy
(I'm alive)
But he makes sacrifices because of his body

If I could take away your pain
I'd trade your sorrows for a day
That you can walk in joy and life
A single day without your strife
And if I could trade longer, I would
So that you can live
A life with two legs and arms

And whenever I think of San Francisco
I will remember how I viewed it at arm's length--
Immersed into a place
whose illuminated city pervades the fog
whose ocean is so blue my eyes couldn't help but envy it
whose brightly colored quaint houses sit atop crooked hills
that eventually bring you to freezing beaches

I wonder why I rarely yearn to be back there
when I'm stuck in a town where beauty is only found
by admiring destruction and emptiness...
and then I realize that by knowing it was all temporary,
I was never really present.

You have to lie to yourself,
To pretend you are not just visiting.
That you are more than an out of place traveler
who will be gone in just a few hours.
Your skin will fuse with the land
and when you leave, it will hurt
but the places we go cannot touch us
unless we show them our skin.

You cannot be lucid in a dream
and get lost in the magic of the mind.
You cannot know love never lasts
and hold his hand like you mean it.
You cannot become a part of a place
if you do not let it become a part of you.

He says to  
Come on over,
Pleads
For movies
And my spine
Against his stomach
But,
I'm sober tonight
And the thought
Of allowing my body
To fold into his
Without his
Going into mine,
Shakes me into
A reality too  
Cold and harsh  
To bare;
I'm not available
For sobered up love.