I will never understand
the happenings of some things.
Like the horrific and horrible
that happens to the innocent,
like the willful and intentional ignorance,
Of death and pain and torture.

I will never understand
how evil is doled out among us.
By chance, by fate, by deliberate decision?

I will never understand
The recovery that happens,
After the unforgivable; forgiveness,
After death; new life.

I will never understand
Love that won't go away,
Even when told,
Even when begged,
Even when commanded.


I will never understand
how you go on.
I will never understand
how I go on.
I will never understand why.

I can only guess.....
That the universe has a plan
The stars we come from repeating many times in different forms
The dust we were
The dust we'll be
And a river of time that at least in this reality
We swim
We swim or drown

It's all us

I can only guess
What constitutes poetry
The words that mean everything can be the simplest of nothing
The words obtuse
The words straightforward
As long as what is said brings with it meaning
We read
We read to feel

It's all art

I can only guess
What love is made of
The love I feel when it will only bring me pain
The love I don't have
The love I should know
But I try to define what can't be described
Looking for meaning
Losing the feeling

Its all been

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss*

You never breathe a word about your loss,
But every breath you take,
Reminds you of your loss;
And every word you never say,
Reminds me of your hurt

My embodiment of poetry,
I wish you'd let me see,
All the cuts and pain you hide,
I wish you would just be

Your life is yours alone,
Some times I forget,
My good intentions have often hurt you,
And I don't want another regret

Please hear what I feel,
And know that I am yours,
You don't have to be mine in turn,
I just want a share of your loss

There will come a time,
Things won't seem so bad,
We'll share a laugh and a beer,
For every ounce of strength you've had

You are the weather of my soul
My fingers are trembling ships racing
Trying to reach an island
Where the seabirds play
In the light of a never ending sunset
Why now,
Are the storms raging silent?!
That I can see the tumultuous lightning
And feel the rain as it pounds onto my skin
But the gutteral growl of thunder
The instinct imparted from the crackling sky does die
And my ears listen to the sound of the beginning
My greatest fear
Silence
When there was nothing at all
And nothing again
In the end

You are the weather of my soul
The way a humid ninety-degree day invites the rain
And my fingers are song birds flying
Trying to reach the nest
A place to call home
My songbird fingers
Your skin
I can feel your pain
Still
I can't hear your voice
Silence is my greatest fear

Oh, my jaded love
My sunshine day
My storm
Encompassing me
My flood
Silence is my greatest fear
So talk to me!
Even if what is said
Is nothing I want to hear
You are nothing more than everything
The weather of my soul
My love
And even if its raining stinging drops of violent pain
Where you are
I want to hear it

This life isn't mine,
It was made for you,
These lessons aren't mine,
They were learned for you,
These thoughts aren't mine,
They were conceived by you,
These actions aren't mine,
They were steps towards you,
This faith isn't mine,
It was cultivated by you,

This life is yours,
It is lived for you,
These lessons, these thoughts, these actions, this faith,
It's all yours,
And all I hope is,
You are mine