Waiting is not my vocation
Patience then not my forte
I could say I've been
standing in the rain forever
But the Sun always shines
in LA

I hear there's an LA Woman
Maybe here is where
She again will appear
The clouds blew through
for just a few seconds
But here in LA
all the skies are
bright blue
sunny and clear

They say She lives
by the ocean
She walks barefoot
in the sand by the sea
Behind Her ear
there's a flower
All then take notice
of She

Her whispers
barely but silent
resound throughout all
conscious thought
Her aura is of love and passion
hoping and never to be lost

There is an LA Woman
The wind makes a carriage
for Her grace
She smiles as if
by Her magic
the moments of
Her movements
are blessed

I will wait
a little bit longer
An hour or maybe
much more
Where minutes
cascade into later
Until again Her beauty
is once more revealed

Waiting is not my vocation
Patience then not my forte
I could say I've been waiting
in the rain forever

But everyone knows
the Sun always shines
in LA.

-R.

(11.14.16)

-LA

the absence of life is felt
all around

the absence of the life she knew

fell like sand  being poured out of the ground

will she wake up from her slumber

will she ever look around

will He revive those dry bones

when His voice calls

will she hear the sound

I'm addicted to you.
When I'm not with you,
I struggle to breathe,
Clawing at my throat for some godawful relief.

I do whatever I can to get this artificial high,
But nothing compares to you.
I romanticized everything,
The way you walked
to the way you breathed to the way you kissed me every time
like you needed me
as much as I did you.

When I got close though,
When you finally let me through,
I realized after that high,
You left me in a trench of a low
And the taste of chemicals
In my mouth.

Take my hand
while we walk this dreamscape
this nightscape
trading minutes for something
near extraordinary
more costly than time
an infinite moment
with no rhyme