#wept
the sky forgot its name
so i called it you
your breath was a moth
trapped in a jar of honey
i spilled my thoughts
on the sidewalk
they turned into buttons
and rolled toward the gutter
a cloud wore my face
and wept
into a shoe
full of clocks
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 6:50 PM UTC
another night’s ocean liner passage, now
sunrise bookmarked, by prayer hailed,
when wet cheeks express emotional
humanity and a tissue better be handy
too many times this is how the day
greets me, and I, it, wetted and vetted
to have made it as far as one more,
having lived you in me, me in you,
an exchange of tonguing word
kisses,
that break me into pieces of
consolations
it’s embarrassing an elder man
weeps for no reason other than
words have swept him overboard,
crazy love this fascinating addiction
to a new morning’s addition composition
incision on a plain soul indistinguishable
amidst the mist of millions of others
who rise up beside, aside, reside within
and his breached heart, even strangers,
complete the neuronal connection
that demands his years of years upon
awaking to the grinning fawning dawn
mooning him with pure white light that
wrecks him open, rents his disposition,
an inquisition of words intrusively intruding
causing wept tears fully formed energizing
emerging, songs of words that you give
him as a question to be loved, for finding
the answers multiple is a penultimate thrill,
confirming this wetness that he lives to
be loved, give love, and breaks h a p p i l y
into pieces of/if contented peace
and thus summed, the day’s obligations
seem less daunting, and with some
luck and bulk coffee ingestion, there
will be solutions to anything
and then
he types,
**and this one,
done!**
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6:49am
march 2 Sun Day
two zero two 5
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 2:31 PM UTC
~
a woman, weeping,
at her own wedding dinner,
copiously, bleating sobs,
unsignaled, unprovoked, inexplicable.
misunderstanding guests,
shifting their weight
from foot to foot,
searching for a combo-pose of
of joyous discomfort.
all is well, say the wedding singers,
hymns of wedding songs they perform,
encouraging the standers-about
to dance,
all whom are inconsolably confused about
the wed woman's recognition of a
moment's milestone marker
which distinguishes, her totality,
feeling the differential between
the miles ahead,
the miles already passed,
but cannot answer
the singular considerable consideration question,
is this mine, the right road
and am I
who I am supposed to be,
or the supposition of others
which is why bride weeps at her wedding
~
a sober, industrious, quiet man
of many middle years,
seen sway dancing on the lawn
at 6:00 AM,
to sounds unheard,
was it music, voices,
a breaking point,
the birth of madness?
we, who watched from within,
behind a safe boundary
of glass and stucco and timber,
jealously considering alternate theories
of creation of the universe,
dual roles,
observing guests and voyeurs,
prayed for ourselves,
desirous of his wishes granted,
swayed with him,
in flagrante delicto,
co-conspirators unseen,
but jailed,
behind protective walls of
glass and stucco and timber,
sotto voce confessing priest-worthy sins
while protesting their innocent knowledge
of a man's delightful craziness,
a distraction from
weeping brides
~
the parents posts to Facebook
pictures of children,
warily unaware that their favoritism
is slip showing
oh they favor the youngest son,
beautiful Joseph with many colored coats,
possessing the practiced cuteness
and skillfully employ how to manipulate it sweetly
on suspecting adults
the eldest daughter,
unconsciously,
is the child made over
into a physical representation,
a manifestation of themselves preserved
as parents are wont to do
just because
they can
~
the swayer wedding guest
pray~dances to the tune of:
give over, her to me, to me,
to replant her unsuspecting
in garden wild,
feed her colors of her as yet unthought of,
foresee her aching beauty,
teach her freedom dancing by the sea,
weeping at her weeping
at her wedding
simpatico with her,
confusion and joy and fear
which is why the man sway dances
on the lawn at 6:00 am and weeps
copious bereft and joyous,
at the possibilities of conquering life
and foresees
the child wedding weeping
and weeps in anticipatory empathy sympathy
at their cojoined
kinship fate
~
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
First day,
I wept,
For I didn’t understand what was wrong
Second day,
I wept again,
For not understanding my own self.
Third day,
I was numb,
And it didn’t matter if I was wrong anymore.
Fourth day,
I stopped,
My thoughts for it was not worth it to ponder.
Fifth day,
I got up,
With courage I did not realise that I even had.
Sixth day,
I walked out,
Of the cage that i built in my mind.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 2:19 PM UTC
I must have dropped my dreams at some point,
Because all of the sudden they were on the floor.
'Be careful!' I exclaimed.
'We are,' they claimed.
They weren't.
Suddenly my dreams were being stepped on.
I thought it would be okay,
But then I realized
They were shattered.
My dreams!
They were crushed by the careless acts of someone.
They said they would be careful
Now everything I ever wanted is broken,
Shattered with all hope lost.
Crunch.
The sound they made when the fateful action occurred.
My "loved one" so thoughtlessly stepped,
They knew, I told them, and they didn't care.
All hope lost and my dreams scattering with every second.
I wept.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 12:18 AM UTC
He wept for her bleeding heart
when she had no more tears to shed.
She fought with all her might
to save him from his demons.
He waived his morals for her freedom.
She waived hers for his.
The ransom was their lives.
The bet was their love.
Until they didn't have anything left
but memories of what once was,
what could have been, what it should be.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
Crushed against the certainty
of what I know is true
Held against adversity
all the winds, that blew
Beat upon the rock
love's bitter truth of stone
Heart and soul unlocked
left battered and alone
I'll not gloss over the intent
or mellow in the fold
What was made, and bent
yet held up as purest gold
That, that was forever
and locked within my depths
Is now a flowing river
all the tears that
I have wept
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
I am growing a flower
'Twas rooted in good soil
I nurtured and watered my flower
It grew strong and bold in color.
Then a day came when foreign seed found its place and tainted thy soil
As nutrients became scarce
I poured more water so the soil became soft as I fought the foreign seed
I wept. My flower has rejected the nutrients from my water.
I fought till every foreign plant had been removed and rebuked their roots
I nurtured and watered my flower
It grew stronger and more bold in color
I have a new flower in full bloom.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
One day…
The bird looked up into the sky, from the comfort of her nest.
As she looked to the sky,
She noticed the woman in the moon.
the woman smiled at her.
So every night she would look up at the woman,
Talking till the sun came up.
On one special night,
when the moon was closest to the bird and full,
the bird confessed her love to the woman in the moon.
The moon wept…
So the bird began to fly, closer and closer to the moon,
but as she did the air became thin.
As the woman in the moon turned her back to the bird,
the bird began to fall.
Landing in a pit.
The entrance collapsed,
Trapping the bird.
… Her love was gone,
She would never see the moon again.
~Moral or Lesson: Do not fall in love, because eventually you will be hurt.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
I once wept in your presence and you judged me.
You were right, I'm weak.
In all my solitude I grasped a hand,
In all my suffering I leaned on many shoulders,
Through highs and lows I was held with love.
So now I face the world alone,
You dare call me weak?
Climb and sore with no hand to hold,
You dare call me weak?
Man my own battles and slit my own throats,
You dare call me weak?
Look you in the eyes and say "I don't need you anymore",
You dare weep in front of me?
s.q.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC